Take the space supermarket to farm

Chapter 6 Stove

"It seems that Yingyingchuochuo has some impression, but if I think about it carefully, I can't remember it..."

Xia Daohua tried her best to recall it, but she really couldn't remember it.

Her modern memories, including what she has experienced, what others have said to her, what she has said to others, the novels she has read, and even the web pages she has casually browsed, can all be recalled clearly.

But the original owner's memory could only recall some scenes and fragments sporadically.

The memory of the original owner is missing a lot.

Of course, there would also be some memory fragments that were accidentally triggered. For example, when her great-uncle came to visit, she suddenly remembered the face of a cousin from her great-uncle's family.

Fortunately, Dr. Wang has already explained this situation to the Xia family.

When the family saw how badly she was injured, they all thought it was a blessing to be able to save her life. As for forgetting the past, it was nothing compared to life.

Isn’t it just about recognizing relatives and neighbors again? What a big deal!

As long as you don't die, don't become disabled, don't be paralyzed, don't be stupid, and survive with good arms and legs, that's better than anything else!

Xia Daohua didn't know what they were thinking. She only felt wholeheartedly that Dr. Wang was her noble person.

Doctor Wang saved the life of the original owner and created the conditions for his own time travel;

Dr. Wang cleared the obstacles in front of him - with Dr. Wang's explanation in front of him, no one would find out that something was wrong because of the abnormalities she occasionally revealed.

They will only consciously or unconsciously attribute all changes in themselves to the wound on the back of the head and the missing memories.

Thank you so much to Dr. Wang!

Seeing Xia Daohua looking deep in thought with empty eyes, Lihua quickly comforted her:

"Oh, forget it, I'm just asking, Daohua, don't worry about it! Eat it quickly, it will get cold if you don't eat it for a while!"

Xia Daohua came back to her senses, smiled sheepishly at Lihua, and continued eating.

The sticky bean buns that were a bit hot just now are now at a much more suitable temperature.

Lihua was right, it was indeed quite cold at this time.

Especially in the main room, although the door is hung with a thick curtain and the window lattice is covered with two layers of window paper, it is still a bit cool.

After all, the Chinese New Year is only ten days away!

It would be nice if the house could be made warmer.

It's a pity that at this time, there were neither boilers nor radiators, let alone electric heaters and electric mattresses! If you want to stay warm in winter, you can only rely on fire pits, stoves, and charcoal basins, which is simply too difficult.

By the way, there is also the predecessor of the hot water bottle: Yubozi.

It's just that Yubozi is also very expensive. Like the hand stove, it is exclusive to rich families and can't be used by poor people.

After breakfast, when Rika and Goro stood up to pick up the table, the quarrel in the big kitchen ended.

Because Mrs. Jiang listened to her children's advice and did not go over to scold her, the two sisters-in-law became more and more quarrelsome and even got physical. Not only did they push each other, they even broke a bowl.

The sound of breaking the bowl alarmed the old lady Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou scolded her two daughters-in-law and then brought her two sons over and scolded them until their faces turned purple.

After a whole morning of quarrels, the other heads of the house saw the joke, they were tired and hungry, their stomachs growled, and the second and third children were so angry that they finally calmed down.

Zhou asked Sun and Wu to stand in the big kitchen while she took matters into her own hands and rolled some noodles in a big pot. The old couple and Xia Yujiao ate.

The second and third bedrooms all gathered in the big kitchen and had a mouthful of cold steamed buns with the remaining noodle soup.

Mrs. Zhou looked on coldly and said nothing.

Seeing that everyone's face was burning, as if they had been sprinkled with chili powder, Zhou finally spoke up and asked Erlang to run errands, and went to the village to invite the mason Lao Chen to come over.

He ordered his sons who had divided their families to choose their own place, separate the kitchen, and build a stove.

As for the big kitchen, it is used by the old couple on weekdays. During festivals or other days when they need to gather for dinner or treat guests, whoever wants to use it can discuss it with the old couple.

However, although the old lady Zhou came forward to invite the masons to come back, each family had to bear the wages themselves.

The freshly minted housewives, who had just taken out the money they had just received, seemed to feel distressed. Even Mrs. Jiang felt a little disappointed.

But Lihua and the others have begun to imagine a better life with independent kitchens:

"We can also open a small stove in the future!" Lihua said excitedly, her face as red as a cute big apple.

"Hmm, sister, I want to eat roasted taro!" Linghua's eyes were sparkling, and there was a suspicious sparkle at the corner of her mouth, as if she had seen the sweet taro placed in front of her.

"What's taro! Then I'll go to the mountains to find some game, and we'll cook it in the small kitchen and eat it!" Xia Daohua waved her hands vigorously. She thought to herself that she wouldn't be afraid even if she couldn't find game.

We have such a big supermarket!

Wulang, who was always steady, suddenly covered his stomach and laughed: "Haha, I'm laughing so hard! You're such a small person, but you still want to go to the mountains to find game. Don't let the big wild wolves take you away again! Become game yourself.

Got it!"

Daohua refused, and pulled Lihua to ask her to make the decision: "Sister, look at my brother! He actually laughed at me, please help me hit him twice!"

Several children were laughing and joking together, and Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but smile.

Thinking about having an independent kitchen in the future, she could turn off the fire later in the evening, boil water at night without disturbing others, and the room would be much warmer. Mrs. Jiang's smile deepened.

Lao Chen took his son and two apprentices and built the stoves for the second, third, fourth and fifth rooms in just over a day.

Two additional small tea stoves were built in the fourth room, one in the kitchen and one in the main room.

In the coldest month of winter, we couldn't make mud bricks, so we had to go to the brick kiln in the town and buy some broken green bricks. Fortunately, we bought them for four houses together, so the larger the quantity, the cheaper the price.

In the end, for the stove, old lady Zhou paid for the big room's share in advance. The other rooms each paid their own share, and the fourth room paid one hundred and eighty-five cents.

Among them, the green bricks cost sixty cents, and the wages were one hundred, and twenty-five cents were spent on buying vegetables and preparing meals to entertain Lao Chen and his party.

Xia Daohua quietly prepared an account book and recorded all this information.

Xia Daohua has loved keeping accounts since she learned how to keep them. It’s not to save money, but mainly because she likes the feeling of knowing everything.

Later, when she opened a supermarket, Xia Daohua became more interested in keeping accounts.

However, no matter how well you remember your accounts, they cannot withstand the power of big capital, new eras, new technologies, and new trends.

Personal efforts are simply insignificant compared to the trend of the general environment.

The new book is here, please collect it, invest in it, and vote for female channel recommendations! I love you, (づ￣ 3￣)づ

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