Transmigrating to the 70’s: The Military Wife As A Farmer

  Chapter 3 Status Quo

   Lying on the kang for a while, Han Yao tentatively got up slowly. He was dizzy just after being together. He hit his head severely in the morning and had a slight concussion. Now he was dizzy as soon as he moved his head.

  She closed her eyes and rested for a while, and when her head became less dizzy, she moved her body slowly to the ground.

  Like the cold ice cellar at home, she had to burn a little fire to keep warm, or she would lie down like this, even if she didn’t hit her, she would freeze to death.

  She leaned on the wall and walked slowly into the kitchen.

The layout of the kitchen is the same as the layout of most people in the northern rural areas. Once you enter the kitchen, you will find two stoves on the left and one on the back. Each stove has a large iron pot with eight seals on it, and a pot fork, Lid, grates, spoons, water ladles, etc. There are two jars not far from the pot, one is a water jar, the other is a sauerkraut jar, and the northeast corner is a firewood pile with firewood. On the firewood pile is the northernmost The common firewood is the rice pole. The northwest corner of the firewood stack is opposite the bowl rack for the bowls and chopsticks. The pots and pans at home and the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are all placed here.

  Although Han Yao was born in the 1980s, he grew up in the northern rural areas in his previous life and is familiar with this rural kitchen pattern.

  After looking at the kitchen, she took the rice stalk and filled it into the stove pit, lit the fire, and took the gourd scoop to scoop water in the water tank, planning to brush the pot and make something to eat.

  When she opened the cover of the water tank, her reflection suddenly appeared in the tank.

  A young girl with big eyes and a pointed face. There is a dirty rag sliver wrapped around her forehead. The sliver is covered with scarlet blood, which looks shocking.

  Han Yao glanced at the strip of cloth covering the wound, his eyelids suddenly jumped!

  This sliver of cloth, which is buried in Batai, is like a rag. Isn't it wrapped around the wound and waits for infection?

  So, she didn’t care about cooking anymore. She quickly found a clean washbasin from the space, brushed it again, scooped up the water, and carried it to the east room.

  She remembered that there was a mirror the size of a washbasin at home, which was set on the wall of the East Room. She had to look in the mirror to bandage the wound.

  There are three houses in the family. The east house is the house where her father and mother used to live. Now that her father and mother are gone, this house is empty.

After entering the house, I saw a big Kang bed next to the south window sill. There was a broken kang mat on the bed. A big cabinet with lipstick and flowers on the floor was placed on the floor. A thick layer of ash fell on it. A few wicker baskets were placed in front of the cabinet, a large basket with a diameter of one meter, a dustpan and several commonly used farm tools.

At the doorway, there is a stool with a washbasin on the stool. On the wall above the washbasin, there is the only mirror in the house. There is a nail next to the mirror, and there is a piece hanging on it. The towels of the year are all exposed, but the washes are quite clean.

  Han Yao glanced at the house briefly, then looked in the mirror and untied the rags wrapped around his forehead.

  At this time, the wound on the forehead was half-crusted, and the coagulated blood adhered to the rag strip. When the cloth strip was pulled down, the wound was torn open again.

   "His—it hurts so much!"

Han Yao grinned with pain, and hurriedly bent down to wash, until the basin of water was washed red and her forehead was no longer bleeding, she took out the medicine box from the space, put some medicine on it, and put it on again with gauze. The wound was entangled.

  After bandaging the wound, she suddenly saw a few wooden boards laid side by side under the pile of baskets and baskets. She thought about it and remembered that this was a vegetable cellar, where the food and vegetables at home were stored.

  Han Yao walked over, removed the wooden plank, and looked inside at the entrance of the vegetable cellar. The vegetable cellar was about two and a half meters deep, with black holes in it, and some bags and autumn vegetables were placed in a mess.

  She collected everything in the cellar with her mind.

As a result, a basket of potatoes, a basket of sweet potatoes, more than ten cabbages, more than 20 radishes, five squashes, a small bag of corn dumplings (20 catties at most) and a half bag of sorghum rice appeared in the space. (Approximately fifteen catties), there are also seven or eight catties of soybeans and a small pot of millet seeds!

  Han Yao frowned.

  How come this is the only thing?

It is Dongyue, and the production team has just divided the grain for more than two months. She remembered that she had divided 200 catties of grain. After grinding, the skins were removed and there were still 120 to 30 catties, and the rice and white flour were all available. Not much, but it will be enough for her to eat the grain for the coming year, but how can this be left?

  She thought about it for a while, and quickly figured out where her food went!

In memory, it was her grandma who came to take the food away. Grandma said that a little girl could not eat so much of the film, so she told her to save a little bit of food, just deal with it, and save the food to her cousins. eat!

Not only food, but even the 22 cents and seven cents she shared, oil tickets, cloth tickets, etc., told her to go to Kachi. In her grandma’s words, she was still young and didn’t know how to manage things. Leave these things here, tell her to throw them away and suffer. She will hold them for her first. If she wants to buy anything, she can go to her.

The original body was a courageous and timid, she was used to being bullied by her grandma. Although she knew that these things would never get back in her grandma's hands, she didn't dare to resist, and obediently gave all the money and food coupons. Others!

  I remembered here, Han Yao was so angry, I wish I could take a stick to the old lady’s house and **** those things back.

But when she calmed down, she felt it was impossible. The old lady's temperament to give up her life and money, when the grain and money were in her hands, it was equivalent to being in the mouth of a tiger, and wanted to tell her to spit out the money and grain that she got. She doesn't wait to take out the human brain as a dog brain!

  Let’s be patient first, and wait until the right opportunity is found, or she will go in the past recklessly now, and she will not come back and say nothing, she must be beaten.

  In the consciousness of the people in Tunli, it was only natural for grandma to beat her granddaughter. No one would stand by her side. She didn't want to go to her to fight!

  No way, she had to put the food issue aside first, and then went back to the kitchen to cook.

There is nothing delicious at home. The staple food is rice ballast or sorghum rice, or millet seeds, but the vegetables are only radish, cabbage and potato seeds. As for the oil and water, she rummaged the kitchen bowls and shelves, but she didn’t find it. A drop of oil.

  There is one oil bottle, but it was empty a long time ago, and the ash inside was as thick as a big money. It can be seen that she hasn't eaten oil in a long time. No wonder she is so thin!

  Fortunately, she still has some rice white noodles in her space, and some meat and oil, otherwise she will suffer!

She made a tender rice porridge, cut a plate of shredded radish, mixed it into a sweet and sour taste, and squeezed a glass of orange juice, a combination of meat and vegetables, meat, vegetables and fruit, and made it for a delicious dinner All right.

  (End of this chapter)