Dong Nuan ate one egg and took another one before heading home.
Hanjianglou watched her walk for a long time before turning around and going home with confidence.
Of course, he didn't send back the basket of wild eggs either.
He knows what kind of character the Dong family's people are like.
If you take this basket of eggs home, the number of eggs that will really make it into Dong Nuan's mouth is probably as high as the sky if you can have two of them.
This is because Dong Nuan has recently had an opportunity and is valued by the clan.
Hanjianglou probably knows something about this matter. Although this is different from the memory of his previous life, he has been reborn. There is nothing wrong with a child as miserable as Dong Nuan encountering different opportunities.
Hanjianglou didn't ask much about the opportunities of winter warmth, and he didn't want to use this to make money to support his family.
He is a big man, with hands and feet. He has been on the battlefield and killed enemies in his previous life. Is it possible that he still needs to be supported by a little girl?
Just thinking about such things made him panic.
As Dong Nuan walked all the way, she was still thinking in her mind that when she was learning how to draw talisman in the past, she should have been more serious. In this case, she could have just drawn a peace talisman in the air to ensure that Han Jianglou's trip was safe.
After all, it was his human elixir and the person in this village who was really kind to him, so Dong Nuan didn't want anything to happen to him.
But after thinking about the plot, I didn’t mention much about the incident in Xiaowan Village, because it was Liao Mingkun’s painful past and he didn’t want to mention it, so there wasn’t much written about it in the plot.
As for the memory of the original owner...
The little girl's lifelong memories are bitter, and most of the time, she only looks at the three acres of land in front of her and doesn't care about anything else.
So, how long has Hanjiang Tower lived in the plot?
Dong Nuan thought about it for a long time, and then found out from his memory that he lived longer than the original owner.
In that case, winter warmth will be at ease.
When Dong Nuan came home, Mrs. Dong was serving rice.
Because there was an income from White Jade Cream yesterday, although it is not much, just a few dozen cents, but for people like the Dong family, it is already very good.
For example, the long-term workers from the family of two wealthy gentlemen in the village only earn around 30 cents a day. If they work for a short period of time, they cannot pay this price, which is usually between 20 and 25 cents.
It is the villagers who rush to get there, and those with weak physical strength cannot get there at all.
Moreover, I worked from the moment the sun came up to the time when the sun completely set, and I felt tired and tired at the end of the day.
It's not like now, you can just cook and stew at home, no matter how strong you are, you can do it, and you can easily earn dozens of pennies.
This is still in the early stages, because it is a trial sale and the effect is not yet known.
Once the sales are good, it is possible to make hundreds of pennies a day!
The matter of boiling the white jade ointment is now assigned by Mrs. Dong to the daughters-in-law of several houses. Today, the eldest and the second house are doing it together.
Get up before dawn. When it is almost dawn, people selling white jade ointment have already come to pick up the goods.
When the winter warmed up, the other party had already taken the goods and left. The eldest aunt and the second aunt had been busy all morning and had gone back to the house to lie down and take a rest. They had to go to the fields during the day.
Except yesterday, I cooked it at noon and sold it in the afternoon. After that, I cooked it in the early morning and sold it during the day.
It's hot today, and if we can't sell out all the jelly in one morning, we probably won't be able to keep the jelly.
Therefore, everyone still controls the quantity they take, unless which one is selling well.
Those who can go out to sell are those who are good at talking and have set up stalls and sold things in large markets in the past.
For example, in Dong Nuan's family, except for the eldest uncle, everyone else would not be able to open their mouths.
Even though Er Bo Niang is at home every day, quarreling about this and that, when it comes to real situations, she really doesn't even dare to open her mouth.
The clan leader has his own considerations and decides who should sell.
"Nuan Ya is back." Mrs. Dong had just served a portion of rice and signaled the person who got the rice to get out. Seeing that Dong Nuan was back, she smiled lukewarmly.
If it weren't for the income from White Jade Cream, if I had gotten up early in the morning in the winter warm and not helped the family fetch water, chop firewood, and tidy up the yard, I would have definitely eaten Mrs. Dong's fire stick.
Isn't that right? Now we have something to rely on.
Old Mrs. Dong was not very happy, but she was afraid of showing off, annoying Dong Nuan, and being reprimanded by Old Man Dong, so she just raised her eyelids and said something, and then motioned to the people behind her to quickly share the food: "Eat, eat, eat,
All you know is eating, you can’t see anything, and you can’t do anything, so what use are you?”
The ones who came to serve the meal happened to be the Dongmei sisters. Mrs. Dong was upset and cursed a few times.
Sister Dongmei was already numb, so she let her scold her, as long as the rice was served.
Dong Nuan didn't care about Mrs. Dong's accusations at Sang and Huai. As long as she didn't point at her nose and scold her, Dong Nuan felt that she could tolerate it for the time being.
Anyway, if Mrs. Dong goes too far, Mr. Dong will take action in order to stabilize herself, so Dong Nuan has nothing to worry about.
Dong Nuan didn't sit back after serving the rice. On a hot day, a group of people crowded together to grab the plate of wild vegetables. The wild vegetables this morning didn't even have salt. They just washed them, boiled them in water, and served them.
It's served.
Dong Nuan was too lazy to eat, so she stood in the courtyard with a bowl in hand, lowering her head and slowly drinking the multigrain rice in her hand.
It is a true multigrain rice, containing beans, millet, millet, bran, and possibly wild vegetables.
A pot of messy food was cooked, which was worse than the pig food Dong Nuan had seen in the human world.
However, some are good to eat. It is said that when the late emperor was in power, the hardships were so great that many people could not even eat the bark of the tree, and eventually they starved to death.
That is to say, after the new emperor ascended the throne, he adjusted taxes and gave the villagers time to recuperate. Otherwise, the bowl in Dong Nuan's hands now is probably boiled root water?
Dong Wu originally wanted Dong Nuan to share some of the rice with Dong Yao. She was probably living in her own world.
Even if he was beaten and his face is still bruised, he will not have a long memory.
In other words, she knew it in her heart, but she didn't want to give up just like that.
In her heart, Dong Nuan was still the silly big girl who was easy to bully, and she compromised after talking to him.
As a result, Dong Nuan was not served at all, and Mrs. Dong Wu was afraid that if she spoke too loudly, she would be rewarded with a fire stick by Mrs. Dong.
Therefore, he stopped talking several times and kept looking in the direction of Dong Nuan, almost burning a hole in Dong Nuan's back.
Of course, what Wu wants in winter is not only the rice in the winter warm bowl, but also the clothes on her body.
The clothes Dong Nuan is wearing now are new linen clothes made by the patriarch's grandma. Although they are a little rough, at least they are new clothes and they look straight and clean.
Dongwu's eyes were hot when she saw it, and she wanted to take off her clothes for Dongyao to wear.
Twelve-year-old Dong Nuan and eight-year-old Dong Yao are about the same size, which shows how miserable the original owner's little girl was.
Dong Nuan felt the gaze behind her, but she didn't even look back, leaning against the wall, drinking porridge quietly, thinking about how to make money.
