The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

The return journey is faster than the departure.

Yan Lao Er didn't dare to intervene all the way, only listening to his elder nephew being asked various questions by Lao Yan.

As a scumbag, I am very calm at this time.

I don't understand, what is love?

After arriving home, Yan Laoer unloaded his things and looked for his wife.

He has to go to Cui Langzhong's house to feel his pulse, but he is thinking about it.

What is Li Xuemei doing?

She is drying with Da Ya, especially the quilts, cotton clothes, mattresses, etc. for winter. They cannot be washed without water, so they can be dried and patted.

Check to see if there are any moths and rats biting, and mend it.

She figured it out, Da Ya couldn't let her be idle, the child would think about other things when she was free, and hurt the spring and the autumn.

Instead, I asked her to do some work, so that her hands and feet can be busy.

The wheat harvest at home is very fast, and the carts are transported back home. From time to time, they have to stop to say hello, pour a few bowls of water to quench their thirst, and spread the bundled wheat when they leave. Flat and dry enough.

The two of them were blushing and sweating under the sun.

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, he had to take good care of his youthful face, how could he be so dazed.

He snatched the wooden stick and knocked it bang bang bang, and the quilt spit out circles of ash.

Li Xuemei avoided her face and punched him.

"Look at me!" almost lost his eyes.

"Is there any lunch at noon?" Yan Laoer asked quietly.

He is hungry! Brother, don't bother to buy some food to eat.

"It's done, it's in the pot." Li Xuemei laughed, looking so hungry.

"What did you do?" He didn't want to look forward to it, but couldn't help but look forward to it, what if it wasn't a multigrain cake.

"Today is amazing, let's drink porridge."

As soon as Li Xuemei finished speaking, Yan Er Er turned around and ran away, "I'll go and have a look."

He is really not greedy, just look at what this ancient porridge looks like.

When he entered the kitchen and saw the pot of water, Er Er Yan was shocked!

What is this?

Porridge?

No wonder his daughter-in-law emphasized that it was thin porridge, which was thin enough.

Do you want an enema?

"Father!" The girl's weak voice came from behind, "Can you let me go?"

Yan Yu can understand her father's mood, because she is also the same.

After sending her father and uncle away in the morning, she started digging holes to look for bugs, found one and fed the other, which made the hens at home cooing when they saw her passing by, shaking their little heads in all directions, not knowing which eye to use Position her well.

As she wished, the two hens she had been eyeing laid eggs, and while her older sister was called away by her mother to do various tasks, she touched the two eggs that were warm and smelling.

She ran all the way back to the room, hid one, and put the rest in the egg basket in the kitchen.

After successfully completing the plan, Yan Yu continued the unfinished work yesterday.

"Wash" clothes for parents.

The plant ash rolled three times, and the little hand pulled it out, shaking.

The rustling dust scattered.

well? It really doesn't taste that good!

Yan Yu got busy and made all the clothes that his family had replaced in the same way. Although there were not a few pieces, they piled up a sense of accomplishment.

This is the natural laundry method of the farmhouse!

Just when she wanted to go out and continue to connect with her friends in the village, an ominous feeling hit her stomach.

Yan Yu ran to the toilet with her legs upside down.

It's been a few days, and this is the first time I've felt it.

If she didn't come again, she would think she was sick.

Squatting in the latrine, Yan Yu exerted himself very, very hard.

but……

It was too dry to eat!

In the end, Yan Erya really took a lot of effort to stand up from the pit.

His calves were trembling.

Multigrain cake, I am at odds with you!

What made her even more embarrassed was the follow-up cleaning problem.

Choose one of bamboo chips and hay.

It's you, how do you choose?

What Niang said is right, we must seize the opportunity and solve the most urgent needs.

Yan Yu is absolutely convinced at this moment that toilet paper is what they need most, most urgently, none of them.

Whispering to my mother about how to solve the difficulties, the elder sister couldn't live anymore, she poured a large pot of water and made gruel.

Yan Yu drank a bowl, although the taste of rice was bland, but in this weather, porridge, especially thin porridge, was quite delicious.

But after a while, Yan Yu didn't think so.

Eating porridge is too full!

I get hungry after a while, and I always go to the toilet.

You know, every toilet trip is a battle for her.

Inferior, never won!

So, when she came to the kitchen again, Yan Yu came to look for her old enemy—the miscellaneous grain cake.

Hearing about his daughter's experience, Yan Laoer treated the two kinds of meals yesterday and today seriously.

Multigrain cakes and porridge...

I allow you to sit on an equal footing!

At this time, Yan Laoer also realized the importance of cleanliness. In other words, he put in hay, dried leaves and so on.

Li Xuemei was worried about her daughter, so she came over to have a look.

First I asked how her body was feeling, Yan Yu said it was fine, she seemed to be a little dry recently, she sighed slightly, her diet was unreasonable, not to mention her daughter’s small body now, even an adult like her can’t bear it, don’t need to keep patronizing I don't know whether to worry or feel lucky about the hut.

"By the way, please help me to see what these are, so don't make any mistakes when the time comes." Second Yan took out the pick-up slip that Old Yan threw at him.

"Brown rice, coarse salt, cotton, tung oil, hemp rope, iron pan, candle, bullock cart..." Li Xuemei took it over and read one by one, including traditional characters.

When they read the ox cart, the family members widened their eyes and repeated, "The ox cart?"

"The scalper is four years old, four feet seven in height, five feet three in length, with a frame, and twenty-eight taels of silver." Yan Yu rested on her toes, and quickly read out the words on the paper.

"Hiss! Twenty-eight taels for a cow?" Yan Laoer's tone was wrong.

Thinking that he was overwhelmed by the gambling debt of twenty taels of silver, he would be rich and rich even if he was a cow.

"Not only cattle, but also carts, all counted at twenty-eight taels." Yan Yu explained: "The frame is not easy to make, and good wood must be used, otherwise the force will not be enough, and the wheels need to be ground a little bit by hand, which is time-consuming and laborious. , the size is not random, it has to be customized according to the size of the cow, and it takes a long time to complete a pair of frames, besides, this cow is only four years old, just an adult, and can be used for a long time."

Yan Laoer looked at his daughter and asked her, "How do you know?"

"Hehe!" Yan Yu glanced at her mother furtively, how could she know that reading books actually added some strange knowledge.

"Fifty taels, I went to twenty-eight and there are still twenty-two, no wonder I bought some cheap ones." Yan Laoer muttered.

Rice is coarse, salt is coarse...

well!

Life is not easy, you can only sigh!

Old Yan: I just recovered from a serious illness and am often tired. I need an ox cart for shopping.

Yan Laoer: If it gets rougher, our family will bid farewell to the toilet! [○`Д○]