Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

In the past, there were still wild vegetables to eat, but now we don’t even have to eat wild vegetables.

Cheng Guihua secretly complained in her heart that she should have married to Changfeng Village.

At that time, no one found two families for her, one was Zhao Tiangang and the other was from Changfeng Village. In fact, the conditions of the other family were better than Zhao Tiangang's, but she chose Zhao Tiangang. The reason why she chose Zhao Tiangang was because of Zhao Tiangang. At that time, he was tall and handsome. It was a little girl's family at the time, so naturally she was more attracted to men like Zhao Tiangang. The little girl's family was simple-minded and didn't think too much. At this moment, Cheng Guihua felt a little regretful.

If she had not chosen Zhao Tiangang but married into Changfeng Village, her life would have been happier now.

At that time, she was a little girl and she was not sensible. Now I just feel that no matter how I look or look, it’s all bullshit, and having money is the last word.

When you have money, you can at least have enough food and clothing. Eat well and drink well. Unlike now, life is tight and you have to dig at the money in your hands to live every day.

There is a severe drought at the moment. It is troublesome to get some water in Zhaojiacun. Cheng Guihua feels that she has not bathed for a long time. She feels very uncomfortable and her body is really itchy. Cheng Guihua feels that if she does not take a bath again, , I guess I have lice all over my body.

But Changfeng Village is different now. The water in the river in Changfeng Village has not dried up.

Cheng Guihua thought that if she had married into Changfeng Village, she probably wouldn't have to suffer like this.

"Dajuan, go get me a handful of pickles from the jar." Cheng Guihua directed.

"Oh, mother, I'm going right now!" Zhao Dajuan responded.

There are a lot of pickles pickled in the jar at home, all of which were pickled last winter. Now Cheng Guihua only thinks that she is very clever, and she marinated a little more last winter. Otherwise this moment. There was no food at home, so we had to eat porridge.

Zhao Dajuan took out a handful of pickles from the jar.

"Dajuan, wash me with rice water." Cheng Guihua ordered again.

"Oh..." Zhao Dajuan washed the pickles with the morning rice water.

After washing it, he handed it to Cheng Guihua.

Cheng Guihua directed Zhao Dajuan to light a fire in front of the stove cave.

Taking a handful of pickles, Cheng Guihua chopped them into pieces. When the oil pan is hot, put two drops of rapeseed oil in it. Then he put a plate of pickles in and stir-fried.

Cheng Guihua stretched her neck and smelled it. It smelled so good! The rapeseed oil still smells good!

"Mom, what are we going to eat today?" Zhao Dajuan stretched out her hand and asked.

"Eat whatever you want, whatever else you can eat, just some porridge. It's good to have some. Don't you know how many families in our village are starving to death?"

"Oh..." Zhao Dajuan curled her lips and licked the corners of her mouth.

She just felt that her life was a little too tight.

I haven’t eaten white rice for a long time. I drink porridge every day. I really miss the fragrant taste of white rice.

"Dajuan, increase the heat, the food in this pot won't react!" Cheng Guihua muttered.

Zhao Dajuan just wanted to eat rice and was lost in thought. For a moment, I forgot to stuff firewood into the stove hole.

When Zhao Dajuan heard what Cheng Guihua said, her heart tightened and she hurried away and stuffed a straw ball in.