Claypot Rice

Song Shixia asked her brother to help buy some pills, but she regretted it right after buying them. She didn't need them, so it was a waste of money.

She put the pills away in her storage, just in case they were useful.

In the first year of marriage, it is normal to visit relatives during the New Year, but because Song Shixia had to go back to his hometown, he had to send New Year gifts to his relatives in advance before the New Year.

The New Year gifts Song Shixia prepared were all the same: a 500 ml bottle of medicinal wine, one pound of fresh fruits (apples and pears each), and one pound of white sugar and brown sugar.

Before leaving, her mother-in-law told her not to be nervous and just think of it as going to get a red envelope. Song Shixia's nervousness disappeared immediately.

The Ji family did not have many relatives, so Song Shixia and Ji Weiqing spent half a day delivering all the gifts, and returned with red envelopes and bacon forced upon them by their relatives.

After returning home to put down his things, Song Shixia asked Ji Weiqing to go out and buy New Year's goods for his hometown.

The New Year is coming to an end. There is no song called "Gong Xi Fa Cai" yet, but there are obviously more people on the road, and the atmosphere of the New Year is already there.

The department store was packed with people, hustling and jostling for salt.

When we got in, we found that everyone was really rushing to buy oil, salt, and sugar. The long queue was cut into a swarm of people by the uncles and aunts. It was even harder to squeeze into the daily necessities and fruit and vegetable areas. Even if you got what you wanted, you might not get it, and you might even have to endure the salesperson's cold stare.

Song Shixia heard someone in front of her say that the vegetable market was too crowded so everyone came to the department store to buy things. Who would have thought that they would have to wait in line for half an hour and still not get to the counter.

The salespeople were so exhausted from talking that they had to repeat prices and whether products were in stock or out of stock over and over again in hoarse voices while serving a seemingly endless stream of customers.

Song Shixia took Professor Ji's arm and left. The two of them did not communicate at all in the mall. It was so noisy inside that they had to shout to hear each other.

The supply and marketing cooperative was crowded. Thinking of my eldest sister who worked in the supply and marketing cooperative in the county, I guess she had to experience this kind of situation every New Year.

Finally, they found a department store that wasn't doing very good business. Song Shixia knew why the store was not doing good business just by looking at the window.

Because this store sells things that are shipped in from outside, including but not limited to home appliances and trendy clothes, which is very different from the clothing aesthetics of the supply and marketing cooperatives. In the eyes of young people, it may be equivalent to a luxury store.

Apart from people like her who had returned home with riches, most people would just take a look at the door and know that the things sold inside were worth a month's salary.

The clothes sold by the supply and marketing cooperatives are mass-produced by clothing factories. The materials are strong and the colors are stain-resistant, which is more suitable for ordinary people. But for young people, mysterious foreign products are classy.

Song Shixia had no intention of comparing herself with others. The clothes from the supply and marketing cooperative were suitable for her parents to wear when they were doing farm work at home. She bought clothes from this store just to give her parents a decent piece of clothing to wear during festivals.

Before winter came, Ji Weiqing asked his mother to help buy cotton clothes and send them to his wife's hometown. He did not tell her and helped her pick out New Year's goods for the family.

"How about a rice cooker?" Professor Ji immediately noticed the most eye-catching appliance.

Song Shixia glanced at the price: "It's less than a hundred, the price is not bad, you need a ticket to buy it, right?"

The salesperson immediately said, "Small appliances don't require tickets, and few people want to buy rice cookers. Tickets are only required for large items like TVs and refrigerators."

Song Shixia thought for three seconds and decided to buy it.

"Help me get one, thank you."

Every home has a TV, so the electricity consumption of a rice cooker is not a big deal.

She picked a dark cotton coat for her father, which was filled with thick cotton and felt heavy in her hands. She wanted to buy a coat, but it was a bit thin and not very suitable for middle-aged and elderly people, unless it was a green military coat that would provide warmth. She bought a red cotton coat for her mother and a red coat for her eldest sister.

The red color of the coat and padded jacket is not red that makes the skin look darker, but it complements the complexion. The thickness of the coat is suitable for the early spring season. My eldest sister is young, so if she puts on a sweater inside, she should be able to wear it to visit people during the Chinese New Year.

After picking out gifts for the whole family, Song Shixia felt relaxed and at ease.

She stretched lazily in the car: "Next I'll just wait for your vacation... No, I'll ask my brother about the time."

She returned home and called her brother, and there was a lot of noise from Song Qiu Sheng's end.

"Brother, are you at the market?"

"You're crazy. How can there be a phone in the market? There are too many people in my store. What's the matter?"

"I asked you when you were leaving for home. If you are busy, tell me later."

Song Qiusheng mumbled, "Call me the day before you leave, and I'll try to catch up with you."

"Okay, you go ahead and do your work, bro."

Song Qiu Sheng found a bookstore to cooperate with him in selling his art albums, which was much more efficient than selling them on his own. The bookstore helped him put the albums on the counter, which was more convenient than shouting out to sell them himself. Even going back to his hometown during the Chinese New Year did not affect his sales.

He was not idle either. He spotted the business opportunities in the vegetable market and directly cooperated with others to collect vegetables from the surrounding villages. If there were any extra chickens and ducks in the villages, he would collect them all and sell them in front of his store. His small store was even busier than the vegetable market.

It doesn't matter what his shop sells; the people around him just want to know that they can get meat and vegetables in his shop.

Song Qiusheng originally wanted to use the storefront he bought to open a shop. He had installed a telephone and lived on the second floor. But he thought that he would have to hire someone to build shelves and counters, which was not cost-effective. Now it was just right to use it to sell vegetables.

Just lay a film on the ground and put all the vegetables on it for you to choose. If there are any vegetables that are not of good quality, they will be sold at a low price.

The poultry are kept in cages at the door. It is much cheaper to buy a bamboo basket cage than a shelf.

Just a few days ago, Song Qiu Sheng made a fortune.

If we were to ask who is the happiest when returning to my hometown, it would definitely be the two little guys.

They wanted to go back to their hometown during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but unfortunately their parents sent them to their grandmother's house. This time they can finally go to their mother's house to play.

The two little guys were particularly curious about their grandmother whom they had never met. Their little tiger-head hats were gifts from their grandmother, which made the little guys feel very fond of their grandmother whom they had never met.

Song Shixia was worried that it was too cold in his hometown, so he put layer after layer of clothes on them. The originally fat little guys became round and plump, and walked with their hands and feet together like an emperor penguin.

Her heart melted when she saw these cute little babies. How could there be such adorable human babies?

Aunt Feng gave her some dried dried sausage that she made herself.

"I usually feel embarrassed to eat and drink at your house, but this time you have to try my cooking."

Aunt Feng generously gave Song Shixia several pieces of sausage, but Song Shixia quickly declined.

"I'll just take five. My family can't finish any more."

"Just take it if you give it to me, or don't expect me to come to your house to help you next time."

Song Shixia had no choice but to accept it. If she remembered correctly, Aunt Feng had only made a dozen or so sausages, and she gave her half of them. In this era when every household could hardly afford meat, Aunt Feng treated her with empathy.

Every time she invited Aunt Feng to come over to help and bring her food, she felt embarrassed to bother her all the time, after all, she also had her own things to do. She didn't mind sharing food, but Aunt Feng remembered it and made her very happy.

Despite the age difference between the two, I have to say that Aunt Feng is a very good friend. She is carefree but thoughtful, loves gossip but never speaks ill of others behind their backs, never spreads groundless news, and only speaks out the truth.

Song Shixia made clay pot rice at noon, using her homemade Cantonese-style braised intestines.

Ji Yuan trembled when he heard about clay pot rice.

His mother often called them cubs, and he covered his eyes with his two little hands.

"Is there a cub in there?"

Ji Yang mustered up the courage to look at the sand pot. He pretended to calm down and comfort his brother.

"No cubs, but sausages, eggs and vegetables."

Ji Yuan said weakly, "Mom, I'll be obedient. Can we not eat the cub?"

Song Shixia was both amused and confused when listening to their childish talk.

"Bao Zai refers to a clay pot, not something with something in it. You see, there's nothing in it."

The two kids wanted to refute but didn't know where to start. Pot rice means just cooking the baby in a pot.

Ji Weiqing went downstairs wearing cotton slippers.

"What's wrong?"

Song Shixia helplessly explained: "I made clay pot rice, and they both thought I put a child in it."

"Eat your meal and let them taste it and they will know."

Ji Yuan's little face showed resistance, and he was unwilling to open his mouth while being held in his mother's arms.

Ji Yang held the spoon, his little hands shaking slightly.

Only Professor Ji picked up his chopsticks and started eating as if nothing had happened.

Ji Yuan threw himself into his mother's arms.

"Mom, I'm not hungry."

Ji Yang plucked up his courage and took a sip, and it didn't seem to hurt at all.

Ji Yuan refused to eat no matter what, so Song Shixia took advantage of his inattention and fed him a spoonful of mixed rice.

"Is there no cub? My brother is eating, do you want to be a coward?"

Ji Yuan chewed subconsciously, and he didn't feel any pain at all. It was not eating cubs!

After that, the two little guys started eating on their own without her feeding them. The more scared they were just now, the more delicious the food was now.

Song Shixia was eating clay pot rice and said that it had been a long time since she had eaten Cantonese-style food. She hoped that she could travel when transportation was more developed. She missed morning tea and rice noodles a little.

Forget it these years. It takes at least a day and a night to take the train, so it's better not to go out.

Yao Xue had to go home this year. Her father called her countless times, and she lent the company's light truck to the target comrade.

She looked in the mirror, wearing milky white pearl earrings and a matching pearl necklace.

"I left a white Shangma light truck for you at the company. You bought so many vintage trucks that you can't take them back with you in your car."

Song Qiusheng asked someone to find a connection to get a ticket to buy a refrigerator and a washing machine. He must go home for the New Year in style. A few days ago, he led a group to buy vegetables and made a fortune. In just a few days, he made more than he had earned in half a year.

Not only did he prepare New Year's goods, but Yao Xue also prepared gifts for his family, all of which were daily necessities, clothes and shoes that could only be bought outside.

Song Qiu Sheng was leaning against the door, and his dressing style was completely different from what he usually saw his sister wearing.

"I won't be polite with you. When will you be back?"

Yao Xue put on her lipstick and put her hair behind her shoulders.

"At the earliest, we have to finish the Chinese New Year. I guess my dad will ask me to have dinner with others again. I just can't stand him. Why doesn't he stop at his age?"

"Don't say that about your father. If we ever have a daughter, I don't want him to fall for a poor man. By the end of next year at the latest, I will let you take me home openly."

Yao Xue walked slowly to his side, held his face and kissed him.

"Don't worry, I'll wait for you."

Song Qiu Sheng touched his face stupidly and touched something red. Well, he had to wash his face again.

"By the way, my sister gave me two bottles of medicinal wine and a box of tea. She said the elders at home really like them. Please help me bring them back to my uncle. And don't mention my name, lest he be unhappy during the New Year."

Yao Xue did not think the medicinal wine and tea were cheap. She drank the honey and beauty wine her sister gave her. She felt that her complexion was getting better and better and she was no longer irritable during her menstrual period. If the old man didn't like it, it was his problem.

"Please put my suitcase in there so I don't forget it when I'm busy."

I forgot what I wanted to say again. Every time I want to share something interesting with you in my speech, I forget everything when it comes to posting. I'll say it again when I remember it.