A 1970s mom raises a cute baby, and a crazy boss spoils her

Gu Qinghuan ate a big melon early in the morning and returned to the courtyard in a happy mood.

When I was almost home, I secretly released a pheasant from the space and knocked it unconscious with a stone. I was in a good mood today, so I stewed it to celebrate.

This is the advantage of living at the foot of the mountain. No one disturbs you, except for a grandfather and grandson in the cowshed not far away. However, they have little presence and can be ignored.

When he carried the pheasant home, Zhong Zijun and the two kids were stunned.

Gu Qinghuan had already thought of an excuse.

"I picked it up on the roadside when I came back just now."

Zhong Zijun was a little bit unconvinced. This thing was not a stone and it was everywhere on the roadside. However, she didn't think much about it. There was no reason for her to push away the meat she had just got.

"I'm going to make you a dish of chicken stewed with mushrooms for noon today. I noticed that the small hazel mushrooms you had hanging out to dry are almost dry, so they're perfect for stewing chicken." Zhong Zijun made the arrangements very clear.

These days, collective things are more important than anything else. If you don’t eat them quickly, you’ll have to explain yourself if someone finds out.

The two little ones naturally had no objection and followed their grandmother's lead.

Gu Qinghuan was so happy that she couldn't even express it in words. Since she came to the 1970s, she had been starving every day. Whenever she heard about something greasy, her saliva started to water.

Breakfast was eaten in the east room to accommodate Xu Huaian.

He woke up early this morning in a daze again. He didn't talk or respond to anyone, and was immersed in his own thoughts.

But he was quite cooperative when I washed his face and wiped his hands.

It's really strange. Xu Huaian's hands were not tied up all night last night, and I didn't see him go crazy or hit anyone.

Gu Qinghuan simply made the decision and let him leave it like this for now.

In case he seems to go crazy and hurt others later, tie him up again.

The long-term blood circulation restriction has had a huge impact on his body. His hands are not very flexible now and it will take some time for them to recover.

Breakfast is corn porridge with a boiled egg for each person.

Gu Qinghuan originally wanted to fry an egg, as fried eggs are delicious, but Zhong Zijun said that it would waste oil, and that boiling two eggs would be enough for the child to supplement his nutrition, as the adults would not eat them, so it was better to be frugal in life.

Gu Qinghuan had to give up the idea of ​​frying eggs, but she cooked five eggs per person.

Zhong Zijun scolded her again.

"Kid, you've become more and more restless recently. You're making chicken stewed with mushrooms for lunch, but you have to eat eggs in the morning. If you live this way, no matter how much food you have, it won't be enough."

Zhong Zijun was worried that her daughter would not know how to live and would spend all her money. Once she got married, she would no longer be a girl and would have to take care of the family.

Now the whole family relies on the pension from the son-in-law to make a living. We can't eat like this. No amount of money will be enough to spend.

"Oh, mom, I get it. Look, except for me, who in the family needs to take care of the body? Just listen to me. Eat well and drink well. It's better to recover from the injury as soon as possible.

Xu Huaian is so thin that he can be blown away by the wind. He needs to eat something good. "

Gu Qinghuan couldn't tell her that he had money to spend, so he could only "humbly accept" her criticism but continue to do his own thing.

There were more than 2,000 yuan left in the space, 400 yuan in pension, and another 4,000 yuan from selling watches, plus there were still four bottles of Moutai that had not been sold.

A bottle of Moutai liquor from the 1970s would have to sell for at least 50,000 yuan. By conversion, she would have to make at least 500 yuan per bottle.

Four bottles cost nearly two thousand.

With a total savings of nearly 9,000 yuan, it is no problem to eat meat every day.

But Zhong Zijun didn’t know.

She looked at her daughter worriedly, and the food in her mouth no longer tasted good.

Dabao was eating when he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Mom, where are the wild vegetables I picked?"

In the morning, the two kids just wanted to show off the wild vegetables they picked to their grandmother, but they couldn't find any after searching the entire kitchen.

Gu Qinghuan choked, then said without blinking or beating his heart: "I took it to the county and sold it yesterday morning."

“Do city people still eat wild vegetables?”

"How much did it cost?"

Zhong Zijun and the two kids looked at her expectantly.

Gu Qinghuan stretched out his hand and made a number two.

"Two cents? That's too much! I have to go up the mountain to pick wild vegetables in the afternoon. I'll pick a lot and sell them for money." Dabao seemed to have opened up a new world, and his whole body exuded a kind of vitality.

At a young age, he already understood the importance of making money. If he had money, grandma would not be reluctant to eat eggs, dad would be able to see a doctor, and they would have clothes to wear and food to eat.

"I'll go too!" Beibei quickly raised his head from the bowl and held up his hands high.

Zhong Zijun also felt that being able to sell wild vegetables for 20 cents was pretty good, at least it was an income.

But she was a little unsure. Do city people buy wild vegetables?

Gu Qinghuan originally wanted to say two dollars, but seeing the situation, he didn't mention it again. He just regarded it as two cents and didn't want to scare them anymore.

She has been busy these days, and the two children have been staying at home every day without going out. They must be bored. It just so happens that she has nothing to do today, so she can take them out for a walk.

"Okay, hurry up and eat. After that, I'll take you for a walk up the mountain."

There are surprises everywhere in the mountains in autumn. Pick up a bundle of firewood, two baskets of mushrooms, a bag of hazelnuts, some persimmons, and a basket of chestnuts to prepare for winter.

The two children quickly lowered their heads to drink their porridge.

Xu Huaian was like a transparent person, sitting silently on the side struggling with the porridge in his bowl and ignoring them.

Fortunately, he no longer needs to be fed, which is a big improvement.

Not to mention that Gu Qinghuan had forgotten that the fruits on the persimmon and chestnut trees that she had transferred into the space had not yet been processed.

We definitely can’t finish it all at home.

She planned to keep some for the winter and sell the rest in vending machines.

These are pure natural wild chestnuts and persimmons.

After breakfast, Xu Huaian was fed medicine and as usual, each person was given a glass of spiritual spring water.

The two children washed the dishes while Gu Qinghuan prepared the pheasant and stewed it in an iron pot. Zhong Zijun could help watch the heat.

Such a delicious dish must be eaten with steamed rice.

"Mom, I'm going to take the two kids out for a walk. At eleven o'clock, you can put a pot of rice in the pot. The rice is under the cupboard."

Zhong Zijun would definitely not be happy if she was not allowed to move at all. She could just use one hand to test the timing.

"What? Rice? Gu Qinghuan, is it because the money in your pocket is jumping around and you can't spend it all? Just make some steamed buns with three-grain flour, why are you wasting rice?"

Zhong Zijun wanted to grab her daughter's ears and yell at her, "What are you thinking? Life is useless."

Dabao and Beibei hid behind Zhong Zijun, giggling. They would never tell grandma that the family had already cooked several meals of white rice, which smelled delicious.

Gu Qinghuan found it a bit funny to see Zhong Zijun, who had originally been gentle, being provoked by her to become more and more irritable.

"I don't care. I must eat white rice for lunch today." She started to act like a spoiled child.

The two little ones didn't expect that their mother and grandmother would get along in this way, and they couldn't help but smile.

Zhong Zijun gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I'll make it for you!" At worst, she could make white rice for them and eat steamed buns herself, so she could always save some money.

Before leaving, Gu Qinghuan suddenly poked her head out from the crack of the door and said, "Mom, remember to make five portions. If you make one less meal, I won't eat lunch today."

"If you don't eat, you'll fall down!"

Zhong Zijun was so angry that she looked for something useful to do to her all over the yard. This girl really deserved a beating.

However, Gu Qinghuan's provocation was still effective. Fearing that her daughter would really not eat, Zhong Zijun gritted her teeth and steamed white rice for five people.

Gu Qinghuan took her two children and went up the mountain leisurely, carrying baskets and sacks.