After putting the fish away, she poured hot water and washed Aunt Guihua's hands before pulling them into the house to sit for a while. Aunt Guihua and Tong Yiya were chatting when she thought of something happy and said, "My youngest son who is a soldier sent a letter a few days ago, saying that he would be able to come back to spend the New Year with us two old people."

"That's a great thing. By then, my aunt will have three sons, two daughters-in-law, and several grandchildren. It will be so lively." Tong Yiya also said happily for her.

"That's not right. These children only have a few days off during the Chinese New Year every year," said Aunt Guihua.

Tong Yiya continued: "That's because everyone in my aunt's family is smart. Who in the village wouldn't envy such a good life?"

"Why are they envious? They don't know how tiring it is to work in a factory. Also, in the city, you need tickets to buy anything. The salary earned by two people at work is not enough for the whole family after a month," said Aunt Guihua.

Thinking about when she went to the city to take care of her daughter-in-law after she was pregnant last year, she had to go out to buy everything for food every day, and she couldn't eat too well, otherwise her son's salary would not be enough to spend.

She felt that life in the village was better. She might have to work harder in the fields, but there was always food and drink at home. If she wanted to eat meat, she could raise two chickens at home. She could eat the eggs when they grew up, and she could kill the chickens and make a meat dish during the New Year.

"Aunt, don't say that. Others envy the lives of city dwellers," Tong Yiya said with a smile.

"Well, I can't live that kind of life anyway. The children are still young and capable, so they found jobs in the city. My husband and I don't have to worry about anything," said Aunt Osmanthus.

Everyone in the village would praise the couple for how they were good at educating their children. They had raised their three sons so well, and when they grew up, they all became workers in the city and earned a living from work.

The younger son is even more promising, and many old ladies in the village want to introduce their daughters who have reached marriageable age to him as daughters-in-law.

Recently, people asked about her youngest son wherever she went, so she didn't dare tell anyone the news that her son was coming back. Only because she had a good relationship with Tong Yiya did she share her joy.

The two chatted for a while, and Aunt Guihua stood up and said, "It's almost five o'clock. I'll go back to cook first."

"Okay, then I won't keep my aunt here." Tong Yiya also stood up and sent the person to the gate of the courtyard.

After Aunt Guihua left, she went into the kitchen to cook her own dinner. In the evening, she simply made a pot for herself, cooked meatball vermicelli soup at the bottom and steamed buns on top.

After a simple dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen and went back to my room to resume my daily routine.

In the following half month, it snowed from time to time. The first thing Tong Yiya did every morning when she got up was to check whether it had snowed the night before and how heavy it was.

If it rained, I would clean it up. If it didn't rain, I would open the gate after dinner and then go to the pharmacy to cut and grind the medicine. I would wait for someone to come and check and prescribe some medicine. This went on for more than a day.

From time to time the sun would come out outside, so she would wash the clothes she had taken off and hang them out to dry in the sun.

Time slowly approached Laba Festival. Tong Yiya followed the local customs, got up early, washed up, and began to prepare ingredients for making Laba porridge.

The ingredients are all taken out from one's own space, including corn, walnut kernels, millet, red beans, and dates.

First soak the corn and red beans in water for a while, then mix all the ingredients together, put them in a pot, add appropriate amount of water, wait until it boils, and simmer for about 40 minutes.

Tong Yiya cooked her own Laba porridge and prepared to go out to fetch some water.

When she got to the door with the bucket on her shoulder, she saw Aunt Guihua walking towards her house from afar. She put down the bucket and waited for Aunt Guihua to come closer before asking, "Aunt, why are you here? What's the matter?"

"Tong Zhiqing is going out to fetch water. I have nothing to do. Today is Laba Festival. I cooked Laba porridge early and thought I would send some to you to try," Aunt Guihua replied.

When she came closer, Tong Yiya could see clearly that she was holding a large bowl in her hand and she came closer after a while.

Tong Yiya looked at the Laba porridge she cooked and said, "I cooked some today too. Auntie, don't leave for a while. Mine is almost done. I'll scoop a bowl for you and you can take it back to try."

"You cooked it too, that's fine, each restaurant has its own flavor, I have to try it carefully," said Aunt Osmanthus with a smile

"Then let's go inside and sit for a while. I'll pour you a bowl of hot water," said Tong Yiya, and she pulled people into the yard. She first took the bowl of Laba porridge brought by Aunt Guihua to the kitchen and put it away, then went into the house to pour people a cup of sugar water.

The two chatted for not long before the Laba porridge in the kitchen was ready. Tong Yiya scooped it out and Aunt Guihua went back, saying that she had delayed her from fetching water.

After seeing Aunt Guihua off to the door and leaving, Tong Yiya picked up the bucket and went to the well to fetch water. She fetched water back and forth twice, and while the weather was good, she also changed the water for the fish in the water tank outside.

She drank Laba porridge all day today, but she ate both the one she cooked and the one Aunt Guihua sent her.

After Laba Festival, it will be the New Year. She will start preparing things for the New Year. Even though she will be celebrating the New Year alone, she still has to be fully prepared.

Two days later, she took the village ox cart to the commune to attend the big market. Every commune would hold a big market during the New Year.

At the big market, villagers can bring what they have at home and sell it here. This is allowed, but it is only possible during these few days. They cannot sell it outside.

Tong Yiya was going to the market today to buy some common vegetables for her family, and also to see if there was anything the family needed for sale at the market.

The ox carts were packed with people early in the morning. Tong Yiya took the crowded and shaking ox cart to the commune, and followed the crowd to the big market. There were so many people there. She put all her money and valuables into the space, which was safer this way.

Then she squeezed in the crowd and went to the stalls on both sides. Soon she was pushed far away. If she was small, she wouldn't even have to touch the ground with her feet and could just walk with them carried.

After finally reaching a stall, she looked down and saw that they were all vegetables grown at home. She picked out seven or eight kilograms, weighed them, paid for them, and squeezed to the next stall.

She spent the whole morning with great effort to buy everything she wanted, and her backpack was full. The market now was not crowded at all, and it was still as crowded as before.

She carried the things she had bought and prepared to go back. She planned to walk back, but she thought that the ox cart was already so crowded when she came, and she would have to carry a lot of backpacks on the way back. The thought of that was scary.

So she went back, carrying the basket on her back, and walked slowly back. It took her an hour and a half to reach the village entrance.

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