Zhao Jiaojiao looked around and saw several grape vines and even some young corn plants.
"This yard needs some stones to build a path. Otherwise, when it rains, the yard will be covered with mud."
"Sister, this is the tender corn that Mom planted. We can eat it before school starts."
Although it’s a little late, it’s still edible.
"Sister, take a look at the room. Some furniture has been carried in."
By then, no one will climb over the wall to look inside to see what the family is eating.
Because there are members' homes nearby, but they are also a little far away.
All are solid wood furniture.
"I heard from Dad that the furniture in our house was added day by day, and some of it was even made by Dad himself."
Don't underestimate their father.
When Secretary Zhao's family was separated, they were given little food and even less pots and pans. They lived in a thatched hut with their family, and later the house was built with some dried bricks.
"Life was poor in the past, but I believe that life will get better and better in the future."
Zhao Xibei agreed with this. He had never believed before that he could eat meat every meal, play in Kyoto, and then live a life of eating meat every meal.
I never dared to think about it before.
He even felt like he had gained weight in Kyoto.
"That's right. In the past, we could only eat white flour during the New Year and other festivals."
And I just wanted to taste it, because my sister is not in good health, and the fine grains are reserved for her.
After a tour of the new house, "Go back."
My parents planted watermelons and melons in the old yard.
"go home."
Zhao Jiaojiao started to get busy the next day, sorting out the duck farm's account books, as well as the number of ducks and laying ducks that the farm was going to sell.
Lian Qiao looked at her sister Jiaojiao, who was using the abacus very skillfully; it was so fast.
After finishing the account book work in the morning, Zhao Jiaojiao was called to the brigade to help in the afternoon. Before dinner, Zhao Jiaojiao and Zhao Xibei carried things to the old house.
"My aunt is here."
The people in the old house had known that Zhao Jiaojiao had returned. The children had been smart these days and stayed at home, waiting for their cousin to come.
"Jiaojiao is here, come in quickly, it's hot outside."
Grandma Zhao saw her capable granddaughter coming, carrying a lot of things.
"Milk....."
"Jiaojiao, earthen egg..."
It is not the busy farming season yet.
"Grandpa, Grandma, my sister bought you a set of clothes in Kyoto. We don't have this kind of clothes in our county. No tickets are required, but the price is a bit more expensive."
clothing?
One set of clothes per year.
Zhao Er's cousin's wife took a deep breath. Although she could get some cloth during the New Year, there were so many people in her family that it was impossible for them to have a new set of clothes every year.
"New clothes?"
"Grandpa, this is the wine my sister bought for you. She brought it back from Kyoto." Zhao Xibei quickly handed the wine in his hand to Grandpa Zhao.
Although it is not Moutai, it is still wine, and there are new clothes. He is old, but he wears new clothes every year.
"show me."
Uncle Zhao wanted to see what kind of wine it was, but was pulled away by his father.
"Milk, here you go."
The remaining things were handed to Grandma Zhao.
Because I bought clothes and wine, I didn't buy milk powder, but I did buy egg cake, a bag of milk candy, and some biscuits.
"Jiaojiao, come and have dinner with us." Aunt Zhao became more and more kind to her niece.
"Aunt, next time, my mother is at home making dinner. It's so hot, we can't let it go."
"Grandpa, grandma, uncle, aunt, we'll go back first."
After the brother and sister left, Grandma Zhao handed Grandpa Zhao his clothes, then picked up the patterned clothes, thinking they looked beautiful no matter how she looked at them.
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