Chapter 56

Jing Xian sighed: "You really don't have any sense of humor at all."

This disdainful tone is really funny.

"It's my fault, okay?"

After Shang Nanchen finished speaking, he went to the door to call a few children back for dinner, and then came in to help serve the food.

We had vegetables for dinner. Jingxian made a seasoning with shrimp powder and added it to every dish she cooked. The taste was really amazing. The children who liked to eat meat had no intention of resisting the vegetables.

Once, Li Yu ate the vegetables cooked by Jing Xian, and went home to ask his mother to cook it. As a result, he complained that his mother's cooking was not tasty.

Lin Qingwen had no choice but to ask Jing Xian for advice again.

Jing Xian did not hide her skills and taught Lin Qingwen how to make shrimp noodles. Song Ning did not learn it, but Xu Ning did.

In the evening, Captain Li returned home and found that there were only green vegetables in the house, which made him very dissatisfied.

He doesn't want to eat vegetables. He can't live without meat.

But given the conditions at home, sometimes there was no delicious food on the table. Fish and shrimp were not considered delicious, but fortunately Lin Qingwen was willing to use lard to cook, so the whole family had enough oil in their stomachs.

He had to eat the vegetables on the table even if he didn't want to.

This time, Dean Li's eyes lit up: "Comrade Lin Qingwen, are you going to become a disciple? You are making rapid progress!"

Lin Qingwen was very proud, but she didn't show it on her face. She smiled and asked her son, "Li Yu, don't you want to eat the vegetables that mom makes?"

"What if it tastes bad?" Li Yu felt his father was acting.

Captain Li took away half of the bowl with his chopsticks and said to his son, "If you don't want to eat, don't eat. I won't force you."

Huh?

Is dad so cruel to me?

Is it really necessary to do this just to eat some vegetables?

But the way dad eats the vegetables looks quite fragrant, not like he’s acting.

Li Yu took a bite of the vegetables, then immediately followed his father's example, put a lot of vegetables into his own bowl and started eating.

Lin Qingwen usually eats vegetarian food and has a small appetite. If she didn't stop eating meat, it would lead to malnutrition, decreased physical strength and a series of other problems. She might not even eat meat.

Since her children and lover all ate vegetables, she drank her soup slowly, ate the steamed buns, and took a bite of vegetables from time to time. She thought Jing Xian was a really good person.

If it weren’t for Jing Xian, the food their family ate would definitely be a hundred times worse than the food in the cafeteria.

When it was time to go to work, Lin Qingwen took a piece of cloth and went to find Jingxian.

"This thing is not a good thing. No one in our family can wear such fresh material. This piece of cloth is useless. It's just sitting there anyway, so I thought of giving it to you. When summer comes, you can use this cloth to make a gentleman's coat."

Lin Qingwen stuffed the cloth in through the window and left.

If Jing Xian chased after him, she would definitely be seen, so she didn't go.

She took the cloth and found that it was Dacron, with a very tender ginger color. It would be fine for Lin Qingwen to make a skirt for herself. But Lin Qingwen's identity was different. She was the director and the wife of the head of the group. She usually dressed very solemnly.

Besides, Li Yu is a son and is not suitable for this color.

Such a tender color is only suitable for little girls.

The weather was getting hotter, and Jing Xian didn't even have a few summer clothes, let alone a shirt. They were all patched up, and she didn't know how many patches she had.

Anyway, it was that year at the Jing family that led to her becoming like this.

She began to desire the recognition of the Jing family, thinking that if she paid money she would win Zhou Huifang's favor. But in fact, no matter what she did, Zhou Huifang would not like her.

Zhou Huifang really wished she could die.

Later, she also tasted the bitter fruit of this.

Jing Xian put the cloth away and went to the grocery store after get off work, where she bought four pig trotters, a pig head, and some pig offal.

Dinner was cooked in the house, and when she came back she poured in the old brine and began to brine the pig's head, trotters, and offal.

The weather is getting warmer.

After dinner, many people sat outside. Three or five people were knitting sweaters with wool in their hands.

Some were making shoes, others were sewing clothes. They could talk and work at the same time without any delay.

Suddenly, someone sniffed.

"Whose family is cooking? The smell is so strong!"

Others also smelled it and even started swallowing.

Jing Xian didn't need to add firewood. She sat on a bench in the yard, knitting sweaters for the children.

There are many children in the family, and knitting sweaters is a difficult task.

She had never knitted before, but she came here to learn from the head nurse. She also knitted in the office before she started working, and now she has worn the big wool one. Then the iron egg one, and then the small wool one. The one in her hand now is the small wool one.

The same color and style of sweater, the three little ones standing together look like triplets.

Shang Nanchen was weeding grass in the field. When he had almost finished, he thought it was time to go to bed, so he came back to add some firewood.

Jingxian has old brine here. It tastes different from new brine, and the smell can be smelled from far away.

People nearby came over following the scent. They couldn’t see anything from the doorway except Jing Xian knitting a sweater and Shang Nanchen weeding grass.

"Isn't this their home?"

"Why isn't this their house? The smell is so overbearing. It's even stronger here."

"It's their house. No one else has any fires, but their chimney is still smoking."

…

Many people were standing at the gate.

The action is quite great.

How could Jing Xian not notice it? She looked at Shang Nanchen and communicated with him through her eyes: "You decide."

Shang Nanchen held the hoe and frowned as he asked, "What's wrong with you guys?"

"Nothing."

I don't know who shouted, and everyone dispersed.

They all want to save face.

If they were really asked what their family does, they would be completely embarrassed.

The women working outside seemed to be doing their work silently, but their minds were not here; they were all following the fragrance.

Jing Xian felt a little puzzled. At this moment, Song Ning came holding Xu Ning's hand.

Song Ning was holding a bottle of malt extract, and he took it directly from the room and put it on the cabinet before coming out, and said, "Souzi, you don't know, the outsiders say you lack virtue! Just do the work, but the smell is so overbearing that they don't even want to sit at the door and chat."

"You still don't allow me to cook delicious food?" Jing Xian said with a smile, "If you want to eat well, you have to work hard."

She hated the time when tasks were assigned collectively, when some people were lazy and did easy work and still got high work points, while others worked hard all day and at most got the same work points as those lazy people.

This is inherently unfair.

But a diligent person can provide his family with enough food as long as he is diligent.

As for lazy people, as long as they are not starving to death, it’s fine.

Song Ning said, "What you said doesn't make sense. Even if they are diligent, they can't have your skills! This is your exclusive secret recipe, and others can't learn it even if they want to. Don't make it difficult for them."

Jing Xian: “…”

Only then did she understand why those people had been standing at the door of their house and left without saying a word.

After a while, I followed the smell.

Xu Ning also said: "The saliva-flavored aroma of the pot spread far away. We could smell it at the intersection. We also heard people outside talking about how the aroma was torturous. We were full, but now we are hungry again."

Jing Xian didn't expect this to happen.

She was stunned for a moment: "There's nothing we can do about it. We don't sell anything."

If he really wanted to sell something, it would affect Shang Nanchen's future.

It's about time now.

Some of the food was already salted, and Jing Xian took out two bowls, placing one in the yard for Song Ning and the children to eat. She took the other bowl, covered it with a plate, called a few children over, fed them two mouthfuls of salted meat each, and asked them to take the food in the bowl to Lin Qingwen's home.

"Lin Qingwen may have given me a piece of cloth to thank me for teaching her something."

Jingxian has never worn anything good, whether in her previous life or in the end times.

clothing.

After the end of the world, people will no longer wear the same clothes they wore before, not because the clothes are ugly, but because they are not practical.

A new type of fabric has been developed in the base behind. It is not only warm in winter but also cool in summer. It is really strong. When you go out on a mission, you can wear the same clothes without worrying about them getting torn.

So Jing Xian has never worn clothes with such a light color.

When Song Ning heard this, he immediately became excited.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's just a piece of cloth. Wait for me to make it for you."

"I don't want such beautiful cloth. I want some to make clothes for the children." Jing Xian made the children's clothes bigger, but the children grew too fast.

The children's clothes became visibly shorter.

She cut up other clothes and lengthened the children's trouser legs.

"Do you sell defective cloth? No cloth coupons are needed." Song Ning asked with his head down.

Jing Xian didn't expect Song Ning to have this kind of connection, so she whispered, "I'll take as many as I can."

She was really short of cloth.

"You wait."

Song Ning's home is in the city, so he goes home on weekends.

She went to look for her aunt, who worked in a textile factory. There were a lot of defective cloth in the textile factory, which did not require cloth coupons, but required money. These cloths were generally consumed within the textile factory.

Song Ning took a photo and gave her the money directly, and her aunt sold all the newly dyed defective cloth to Song Ning.

Song Ning couldn't take the baby away by herself, so she asked her brother to help.

Song Zheng happened to be going to see his wife, so he found a truck, loaded the things in it and sent Song Ning back.

Jing Xian was stunned when she saw so much cloth.

"Did you move their warehouse here?" Jing Xian was stunned, but she also felt relieved.

I can make two new sets of mattresses and quilts at home. I can also make two sets of mattress covers and quilt covers for washing, so I don’t have to tear them down and make new ones every time. I also have a place to wear clothes for my children.

It's a good thing no matter how you look at it.

Her next question was, "How much do these cost?"

"Let's talk about the money later. Can you give me two pig heads first? Let my brother take one back the day after tomorrow, and give one to my aunt." Song Ning did not mean nothing when she asked someone to do something for her, but she just finished the work first and then gave the things.

When Jing Xian heard this, she immediately agreed: "Go early tomorrow and buy the pig's head to salt it. Do you want to salt something else?"

"If it's convenient for you, you can add something else." Song Ning was quite embarrassed.

"Then I'll make a big pot of kelp. It's good for your health." When Jing Xian said this, Song Ning's eyes lit up.

She asked, “Is it delicious?”

"tasty!"

Song Ning happily asked Jing Xian to take all the cloth in.

Otherwise, it would be bad if someone saw us. It was dark now, and everyone outside had gone home. Otherwise, it would be bad if someone saw us.

With Song Zheng's help, things went very quickly.

Jingxian has two cupboards in the west room. The colors on the outside have faded due to age, but the inside is kept very clean by Jingxian. The cloths she bought are not even put into the cupboards, and the cupboards cannot be covered.

Fortunately, there wasn't much left, so I put it on the kang.

Jing Xian knew that even if these cloths were cheap, they would still cost a lot of money, so she directly gave Song Ning two hundred yuan.

"Don't complain! You've really helped me a lot."

Song Ning didn't want anything so much, but he gave Jing Xian a hundred dollars: "Every time I go home from now on, can you prepare a pig's head for me?"