Simple was carrying a large iron pot on her head. Although it wasn't too heavy, it was still very uncomfortable to prop it up with her arms. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the oxcart was right in front of her when, in a moment of distraction, she thought, "Huh? It's turned around?"
So, this scene unfolded on the street: the oxcart chugged along, and the old man driving it kept looking back, as if afraid someone would catch up.
Behind the oxcart, a large iron pot followed closely, and every now and then a hand would reach out from the ground. The old man driving the cart was pale-faced and tightly guarded the bags on the cart.
After running for a while, the old man vaguely realized that the voice sounded familiar. Upon closer listening, he exclaimed, "Good heavens, isn't that one of our own?"
I'm so frustrated. I ran this far with the pot on my head. I wasn't tired at first, but now my arms are sore.
"Oh, Xiao Jiandan, you've covered yourself up so well that all I could see were your feet. I thought you were here to steal our food, haha."
After helping to quickly put everything in the car, he realized what was happening and whispered,
"You actually managed to buy a big iron pot?"
Those eyes were burning with passion.
Jian Dan roughly knew that supplies were scarce at the moment, so he didn't dare to say anything presumptuous.
"I was lucky to arrive at the right time. This was the only one left in the supply and marketing cooperative. The comrades who entered two minutes after me didn't get any. It's all thanks to your quick arrival, Third Master. Otherwise, I would have fallen behind them, and I would have been in real trouble."
The old ox slowly walked back.
Simply leaning against the grain sack,
"Oh dear, I forgot the pot lid. Third Master, does anyone in the village know how to make wooden pot lids?"
"Why not? My Uncle Guangming can do it."
I really don't know.
"Really? That's wonderful, Third Master."
I need a front door, and it seems I also need to make a cupboard, a washbasin stand, and a wardrobe.
Oh dear, now that I think about it, it seems I still need to buy quite a few odds and ends: a kang mat, a broom, a brush, a kitchen curtain, and pots and forks.
We also need to make a kang table, a dining table, stools, and, um, two small stools.”
As she spoke, she was surprised by her own reaction, sat up straight, and started counting on her fingers.
"I remember I've already moved my whole house here, why do I need to buy so much more stuff?"
The old man was thoroughly amused by the bewildered expression on his face.
"Life is all about the little things, the mundane details. Don't people always say that even a broken home is worth a fortune?"
Simple groaned, "Why is there so much trouble? I still need to gather firewood. By the way, Third Master, has that person who went into the mountains come out yet?"
The old man's expression immediately turned sour.
"We've searched the entire outer area for five or six days, but there's still no news. They've probably already gone deep into the mountains,"
He shook his head, fearing that things were likely already dire.
"Last summer, the old hunter went into the deep mountains and never came out. Zhu Zi is a filial son, but he has a hard life, having such a mother. My second sister-in-law, well, you'll see later."
Upon hearing this, Jian Dan became interested and quickly leaned closer.
"Don't say it later, Third Master, tell me, tell me, so I can be more careful."
"Hmph, you just want to hear some drama. It's nothing, Zhu Zi is a good person. His mother only cares about her nephew; she rushes to send back any good things she gets, so..."
"So, Uncle Zhu, you've become a beast of burden?"
"Yes, that's the thing. Her nephew isn't from our village; he's from Liujiatun next door."
"Um?"
Liujiatun seemed to have become an unspoken understanding among the three people who had shared a certain experience, and the old man nodded in agreement.
"Yes, it's the Liujiatun you're thinking of."
"But isn't that a wealthy village? The relief efforts are misdirected!"
"Haha, it has nothing to do with relief. She just feels that her brother and nephew need her and can't do without her."
ha?
I see, Voldemort existed in every era.
"That Uncle Zhu is really pitiful."
We chatted and laughed, and when we finally saw the village in the distance, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.
Upon entering the village, Jian Dan was taken aback. When he came out in the morning, it was still in chaos, but now walls had been erected.
There were all sorts of people doing different things, and no one was idle; they were all working enthusiastically.
"Are the villagers really that fast?"
Third Master Liu glanced at it,
"They want to finish quickly and get the food, right? Almost every family is out of food. As soon as they hear there's food, they'll work like crazy."
The village chief came out of the courtyard and saw the oxcart. Then he saw the bags on the oxcart, and Jian Dan's eyes lit up instantly.
"You're back? Perfect timing, come and see if you have any complaints, we can work on them."
The oxcart didn't stop; it just turned right and passed by.
Upon closer inspection, the wall appears to be made of mud, but it seems that stones, about two meters high, were placed inside first, leaving space for the main entrance.
The yard isn't very big, with the house divided into front and back halves, the kind that doesn't stand out from the crowd.
The room was almost tidied up; the kang (heated brick bed), frame, and stove she requested were all completed. Stepping into the inner room, she was immediately enveloped in warmth and was stunned.
"My goodness, Uncle Village Chief, who is this? How can they be so thoughtful? The kang (heated brick bed) is almost dry! Can I move in tomorrow?"
In August, watching the fire being lit to heat the kang (a traditional heated brick bed), while also having to work, the heat and humidity were unbearable.
The village chief wanted to say that you were in a hurry to stay, and they were in a hurry to get the food; fortunately, they had the same goal.
"It'll be almost done tonight. When are you going to get a pot back? Then we'll have them seal it properly so it doesn't smoke."
pot?
"Wait,"
A minute later, the workers were stunned to see the little girl's small figure carrying a huge pot on her head as she entered. The village chief quickly recovered.
"Come here and take this. Oh dear, aren't you afraid of being crushed and not growing taller?"
She glanced down at herself; she was at most 1.5 meters tall. She definitely needed to grow taller. Even if she wasn't 1.7 meters tall in her past life, she needed to at least break the 1.6-meter mark. She didn't want to be a shorty.
"Nonsense, I'm still growing."
Carefully place the pot on top and smooth it with mud so that smoke won't rise when the fire is lit.
The villager finished cooking but kept staring at the stove with a reluctant expression. The village chief pretended not to notice and only confronted the man after he left.
"Have some self-respect. Is it really worth making such a fuss over a mere iron pot?"
Actually, he was also envious. Half the families in the village didn't have big pots; they all used small pots and earthenware jars. But it's not nice to say that adults are eyeing other people's children's things.
After unloading the goods at the village chief's house, I went with Uncle Liu to his house to order some things. We agreed that they would be delivered to the new house together the next day. Only then did I leave satisfied.
Grandpa Liu tied up the ox and called his grandson and granddaughter.
"Look what Grandpa has here?"
The two children were also skin and bones, their bright eyes fixed on the oil paper package. They opened it layer by layer, and the still-warm fragrance immediately filled the courtyard.
"It's a flatbread, Grandpa!"
The wrinkles on Old Master Liu's face were trembling.
"Yes, it's a flatbread. Here, let's share."
"Wow, there's filling!"
"It's a vegetable bun, a delicious vegetable bun!"
Liu Sanye was also stunned.
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