The atmosphere during this year's Lunar New Year was much better than last year. No more dead bodies were found, and there was more grain than last year. Sweet potatoes and corn are easy to grow. Although it was wasteland, everyone took good care of it, so the yield was acceptable.
The villagers' rice was almost all gone, except for those extremely frugal families who were reluctant to finish it too quickly and saved it for the elderly and children.
Newly reclaimed fields are not suitable for growing rice, as the harvest is too small. Of course, it is also possible that the people of Linjia Village are all from the north, so they prefer to grow wheat, and some people grow wheat and millet.
Song Zhuiyan had originally planned to plant rice again next year. Firstly, due to the previous snow disaster, the snow did not melt until March, which made it too late. Secondly, the harvest from planting on barren land was not good. Of course, the main reason was that there was still a lot of food in her space, and she did not want to go through the trouble.
However, planting sweet potatoes, corn, and potatoes is possible, but the people here don't know how to grow them. It's perfect that she can teach them. Next year, she won't need to teach them anymore. Next year, she'll have to plant some rice. Otherwise, if someone suddenly walks by and sees her eating rice, how will she explain where the rice came from?
Back to New Year's Eve, Song Tantan and Ye Moxun were very interested in bringing back a lot of bamboo tubes to use as firecrackers. Last year, it snowed heavily on New Year's Eve, and with the incident at the Water Curtain Cave, everyone stayed at home and dared not go out.
There wasn't much snow this year; it stopped a few days ago, and the sun even came out today, so everyone is in a good mood.
Song Zhuiyan not only taught the women in the village to make chestnut cakes, but also sweet potato cakes, corn cakes, potato cakes, and mashed potatoes. You see, although there is no big fish or meat, there are still many things to do. As long as you can eat your fill, this year is a good year.
The happiest were Song Tantan and Ye Moxun. After the New Year's Eve dinner, the two of them stuck together reading novels, with a huge pile of snacks in front of them: sunflower seeds, peanuts, pistachios, walnuts, chocolate biscuits... a dazzling array.
Just as they were engrossed in watching, they heard someone outside calling them, "Tantan, Xun, come and play with firecrackers! We made sweet potato pancakes, they're so delicious, you can have some."
Chunsheng's voice is always so loud, it's a slightly husky voice. Boys just love playing with firecrackers and such, look how interested they are.
"Let's go, let's go take a look." With someone to play with, Song Tantan didn't want to stay indoors reading novels anymore. She put everything into her spatial storage, leaving only some melon seeds to take out.
"Tantan, we made sweet potato cakes, fried with lard, here you go." Chunsheng took the sweet potato cakes out of his pocket and handed them to Song Tantan as if presenting a treasure.
"Did you wash your hands? Did you stick the pancake to your chest just now?" Song Tantan blinked her big eyes, looking somewhat exasperated.
"I washed my hands, and they're very clean. I used the soap you gave me, and they still smell nice." Chunsheng brought his hands closer, wanting her to smell them.
"It's fine to wash your hands. Always wash your hands before eating. Being clean will help you stay healthy." Whenever she has the chance, Song Tantan reminds these children to wash their hands frequently.
Not only did they wash their hands, but they also showered before washing their hair. When they were fleeing, there was no way to be hygienic. In fact, they would deliberately make themselves dirty in order to avoid being noticed. When they first arrived, many people had not showered for months, or even half a year.
The hair was tangled and matted together, infested with lice. Every strand of hair was covered with white, fine louse eggs, and when you pressed it, it made a "pop" sound.
Song Tantan, Song Zhuiyan, and Ye Moxun, who mingled with everyone, were all infested with lice. Their heads were often very itchy, and when they scratched, several fat, large lice would get stuck under their fingernails, making Song Tantan's scalp tingle.
The worst off was Ye Moxun. He had a slight case of mysophobia, and the time he had lice on his head was torture for him. He often looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown.
After settling down, Ye Moxun pestered Song Tantan for lice medicine. He applied the medicine to his head for almost half an hour before taking soap to the stream to wash his hair. That day, he almost scrubbed off a layer of skin.
Of course, Song Tantan and Song Zhuiyan were in a similar situation. They washed their hair by the stream because they couldn't get it clean enough with a basin at home. They had to come to a flowing stream to wash it thoroughly.
However, they bathed at home, not in public. They wanted to save face and not let others see them and ruin their reputation. After all, we've traveled back to ancient times.
After cleaning themselves up, they naturally had to clean up the people around them as well. At that time, Song Zhuiyan, Song Tantan, Ye Moxun, and Zhu Xiu, Azhu, Chunsheng and a group of others came to the stream to wash their hair.
First, apply the lice-repellent medicine to them, then give them a bright yellow bar of soap and let them scrub themselves clean.
Later, Ah Zhu, Chun Sheng, Ji Xiang and others studied at the private school. Ye Mo Xun discovered that they were very unhygienic. They would grab food to eat without washing their hands. That was not the worst part. The problem was that they also liked to use their dirty little hands to grab food and share it with him and Song Tan Tan.
Unable to bear it any longer, he added a new item to his lessons: hygiene. Children had to wash their hands before class, but the kids would just dip their hands in the water and consider it washed, which was no different than not washing them at all.
So, Song Tantan quietly took out a bar of sulfur soap from the supermarket and personally demonstrated how to wash hands properly.
"Washing like this uses up too much soap and water, it's too much trouble." Chunsheng protested weakly with a frown. Although the other students didn't say anything, they obviously agreed with Chunsheng.
"The soapberries are mine. There are so many streams around the village, and we don't lack water. Why do you care if it's a waste of soapberries or water? Just listen to me, wash your hands like this." Song Tantan sullenly put her hands on her hips. How could she not be hygienic? At least she should wash her hands before eating.
In this way, the village children learned to wash their hands with soap, but they only did so when they wanted to see Song Tantan and Ye Moxun. When they couldn't see them, they didn't want to bother with it, finding it too troublesome.
They often eat without washing their hands, and the adults in the village also eat without washing their hands, yet no one seems to get sick. So why are they so precious? We're all people who toil in the fields; it's perfectly normal to have dirt under our fingernails.
However, they dared not say this in front of Song Tantan and Ye Moxun, after all, they were not only the leaders of the children, but also the 'teachers'. Although they were young, they were capable.
Song Tantan taught them martial arts and how to escape, while Ye Moxun taught them to read, write, and also to learn medicine, papermaking, cement making, and more. The two of them were incredibly capable.
"Tantan, Axun, we're wearing new clothes today. Teacher Song made them for us." Azhu, Chunsheng, Jixiang, and Asi are four little boys who are all orphans. Their parents and relatives all died while they were fleeing from war. The four children formed a family and lived together.
Song Zhuiyan took good care of them, teaching them how to farm and helping them with the work in the fields. During the New Year, she asked Song Tantan to bring him a black cotton-padded coat from the supermarket. Of course, it was modified. Not only the four of them had one, but all the other children who had fled with them before also had one.
There isn't one in Linjia Village; the relationship is different.
Neither Song Zhuiyan nor Song Tantan were skilled at needlework. In such a developed era, no one would wear tattered clothes. Although they lived in the countryside, they would not wear tattered clothes. They would replace their clothes with new ones every other year before they were worn out.
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