The return trip is faster than the way out.
Yan Laoer didn't dare to interrupt all the way. He only listened to his eldest nephew being asked various questions by Lao Yan, which seemed to be very difficult. The eldest nephew was sweating and his answers were not fluent.
As a bad student, I feel very calm at this time.
I don’t understand, why do you love me?
After arriving home, Yan Laoer unloaded his things and looked for his wife.
I have to go to Dr. Cui's house to feel his pulse. He is worried about it.
What is Li Xuemei doing?
She is drying it with Daya, especially quilts, cotton clothes, mattresses, etc. used in winter. They cannot be washed without water, but they can be dried and patted.
Then check to see if there are any insect or rat bites, and make repairs.
She finally figured it out, and Da Ya couldn't let her have some free time. This child would think about all kinds of things when she was free, which made her sad.
Instead, he asked her to do some work to keep her hands and feet busy.
The wheat at home is harvested very quickly, and cart after cart is being transported back. From time to time, they have to stop to say hello, pour a few bowls for people to quench their thirst, and spread out the bundled wheat after people leave.
Lots of sunshine.
The two of them were facing the strong sun, their faces flushed with sweat.
When Yan Laoer found her, he saw Li Xuemei who looked like she had just been fished out of a steamer.
"I'll come, I'll come!"
He felt distressed again. How could he be so glazed over if he had not taken good care of his young face?
He grabbed the wooden stick and banged it, causing circles of ashes to spit out from the quilt.
Li Xuemei avoided her face and punched him.
"Look at me!" He was almost confused.
"Is there lunch for lunch?" Yan Laoer asked quietly.
He's hungry! My eldest brother didn't even bother to buy something to eat.
"It's done, it's in the pot." Li Xuemei looked funny, looking so hungry.
"What are they made of?" He didn't want to look forward to it, but he couldn't help but look forward to it, just in case it wasn't a multigrain pancake.
"It's great today, let's drink porridge."
As soon as Li Xuemei finished speaking, Yan Laoer turned around and ran away, "I'll go take a look."
He was really not greedy, he just wanted to see what this ancient gruel looked like.
When he entered the kitchen and saw the pot of water, Yan Laoer was shocked!
What is this?
Porridge?
No wonder his wife wanted to emphasize that it was gruel, it was quite thin.
Do you want an enema?
"Dad!" came the weak voice of my daughter from behind, "Can you give way?"
Yan Yu can understand her father's mood because she feels the same way.
After sending her father and uncle away in the morning, she started digging holes to look for bugs. She found one and fed it to the other, causing the hens at home to coo when they saw her passing by. Her little head shook in all directions, and she didn't know which eye to use.
Position her well.
As she wished, the two hens she was eyeing laid eggs. While Sister Da Ya was being called away by her mother to do various chores, she touched the two eggs, which were hot and smelly.
She ran all the way back to her room, hid one egg, and put the remaining one into the egg basket in the kitchen.
After successfully completing the plan, Yan Yu continued the work he had not finished yesterday.
"Wash" clothes for parents.
It rolled three times in the ashes of plants and trees. I pulled it out with my little hands and shook it.
The fluttering ashes dispersed.
Huh? It really doesn’t taste that good anymore!
Yan Yu got busy and made all the clothes that the family had changed in the same way. Although there were only a few pieces, they were piled together with a full sense of accomplishment.
This is the farmer’s natural laundry method!
Just when she was about to go out and continue to communicate with her friends in the village, an ominous feeling hit her belly.
Yan Yu ran towards the toilet with her legs flying.
It's been several days, and this is the first time I feel it.
If she didn't come, she would think she was sick.
Squatting in the pit, Yan Yu worked very hard.
but……
Too dry to eat!
In the end, Yan Erya really spent a lot of effort to stand up from the pit.
My calves were trembling.
Multigrain cake, you and I are at odds with each other!
What made her even more embarrassed was the subsequent cleaning problem.
Choose one of bamboo chips and hay.
It’s you, how do you choose?
Mom is right, you have to seize the opportunity to solve the most urgent need.
Yan Yu was extremely convinced at this moment that toilet paper was what they needed most and most.
After whispering to her own mother about how she had solved the problem, the eldest sister lived a normal life. She poured a large pot of water and cooked porridge.
Yan Yu finished a bowl of rice. Although the rice taste was bland, in this weather, it is quite delicious to drink porridge, especially thin porridge.
But after a while, Yan Yu didn't think so.
Eating porridge is really unsatisfying!
I feel hungry after a while and keep running to the toilet.
You know, every trip to the bathroom is a battle for her.
He is inferior in skill and has never won!
So, when Yan Yu came to the kitchen again, she came to see her old enemy - multigrain pancakes.
After hearing his daughter's experience, Yan Laoer seriously treated yesterday's and today's meals.
Multigrain cakes and gruel...
I allow you to be equals!
Yan Laoer also realized the importance of cleanliness at this time. By the way, he put in the hay, dry leaves and so on.
Li Xuemei was worried about her daughter and came over to have a look.
First, she asked how her body was feeling. Yan Yu said it was fine. She seemed to be a little dry recently. She sighed slightly and said her diet was unreasonable. Not to mention her daughter’s current small body, she was a bit too much for an adult, so she didn’t need to patronize her.
I don't know whether to feel sad or happy about the hut.
"By the way, please help me take a look at what these are. Don't make any mistakes later." Yan Laoer took out the pick-up list that Lao Yan gave him.
"Brown rice, coarse salt, cotton, tung oil, hemp rope, iron pot, candle, oxcart..." Li Xuemei took it and read it one by one, not forgetting the traditional Chinese characters.
Thinking of the bullock cart, the family's eyes widened and they repeated: "The bullock cart?"
"The ox is four years old, four feet seven in height, five feet three in length, equipped with a frame, and worth twenty-eight taels of silver." Yan Yu read out the words on the paper quickly, standing on her toes.
"Hey! A cow costs twenty-eight taels?" Yan Laoer's tone was wrong.
I think he was so overwhelmed by the gambling debt of 20 taels of silver that he was still rich after being gored by a cow.
"It's not just cattle, but also cars. They all count together at twenty-eight taels." Yan Yu explained: "The frame is difficult to make. You have to use good wood, otherwise the force will not be enough. The wheels have to be ground by hand bit by bit, which is time-consuming and laborious.
, the size is not made casually, it has to be customized according to the body shape of the cow. It takes a long time to complete a frame. Besides, the cow is only four years old, just mature, so it can be used for a long time."
Yan Laoer looked at his daughter and asked her, "How did you know?"
"Haha!" Yan Yu glanced at her mother secretly, and how could she know that reading books actually added some strange knowledge.
"Fifty taels, after twenty-eight there are still twenty-two, no wonder I bought some bargains." Yan Laoer muttered.
Rice is coarse, salt is coarse...
well!
Life is not easy, I can only sigh!
This chapter has been completed!