Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Jiang Fubao didn't want to go out.

Just stay in the yard and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the countryside.

Until it gets dark.

The Jiang family members have just returned.

They went back to their rooms and prepared to go to bed.

In ancient times, people rarely washed at night except in summer. At the beginning of spring, the weather was still a little cold, and it was inconvenient to boil water.

The villagers basically go to bed without washing their faces or feet. After all, if they are frozen, a cold can be fatal.

In addition, there has been little rain in the past two years and it has been dry, so washing is a waste of water.

Jiang Fubao was a little uncomfortable.

As far as I can remember, the last time I took a bath was half a month ago.

Because she fell into the river, she was soaked, sweating profusely, and her body was sticky.

But she had no choice but to adapt to the local customs and try to accept it.

Listening to the breathing of her two brothers beside her, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and soon, she fell asleep.

At this moment, there are two bamboo baskets in the corner of the kitchen.

A basket of eggs and a basket of quail eggs, both lying there quietly.

Farmers can’t afford to light candles, let alone oil lamps.

They are reluctant to even use the oil for lighting, so when it gets dark, it is time for farmers to go to bed.

The temperature in early spring is not as cold as in winter.

Hibernating animals come out to look for food, and birds become active. Occasionally, a few chirping sounds can be heard at night, which is a bit scary, like a baby crying.

The entire Jiangjia Village became unusually quiet.

Until the hour of Yin.

Jiang Fubao was half asleep when she heard some noises coming from the door. She was a light sleeper and was woken up immediately, but she still had the body of a child.

I just turned over and continued to sleep.

When I woke up, the sun had already risen.

The morning glow in the east exudes a light golden color, and it looks like a sunny day today.

But for farmers, this is not worth being happy about.

People say spring rain is as precious as oil, but there has not been any rain since the beginning of spring.

Jiang Fubao put on his clothes and shoes and got out of bed.

The two brothers had woken up long ago.

She walked out of the house.

Just like yesterday.

Under the violent treatment of grandma.

Wash your face.

What I had this morning was still brown rice porridge.

Nothing new.

Time always passes quickly when you are daydreaming. In the blink of an eye, it was noon and the three people who were digging wild vegetables came back from outside carrying bamboo baskets.

"From today on, our family will change to three meals a day. At noon, Yamato and his friends are doing odd jobs in town and can't come back, so we can just have some sprout soup. We can cook brown rice porridge in the evening. There's no need to eat so much since there's no heavy work in the fields."

Zhang Jinlan saw her two daughters-in-law coming back.

He said quickly.

"I got it, mother. We'll pick the vegetables now," said Zhu Yingqiu.

"Mom, we have dug a full basket. When the sprout soup is ready, I will have a big bowl of it." The greedy Sun Pingmei slurped her saliva.

Only Zhang Yanzi smiled gently.

Silent.

The three of them squatted on the ground and began to pick vegetables.

Everyone works efficiently.

In a short while, the full basket of sprouts was processed.

At noon, there were only eleven people sitting at the table in the main hall.

A bowl of green sprout soup was placed in front of each person.

There was not a drop of oil at all, just some crushed salt, cooked it, and then served.

"It's really strange. Why do I feel like there's a little more salt in the salt jar?" Zhu Yingqiu, who stays in the kitchen all year round, also noticed something was wrong.

But no one believed her.

"Sister-in-law, you must have remembered it wrongly. Who would add salt to our salt jar? Only a foolish prodigal would do such a stupid thing. You must have remembered it wrongly. Let's eat quickly. After eating, the three of us will go to the mountain again in the afternoon to see if we can be as lucky as Fubao and pick up bird eggs."

Sun Pingmei picked up the bowl and started eating.

Although the young sprouts are bitter, they are much more delicious than the bark.

A few years ago, Qixi County also suffered a disaster. At that time, Sun Pingmei had not yet married and was only seven or eight years old. Because she was a girl, she had no food at home to eat and was starving every day.

But there were no wild vegetables or mushrooms on the mountain, not even weeds could be found, so Sun Pingmei could only eat tree bark to survive.

Therefore, she is not picky about anything and enjoys eating tender sprouts.

After his first try, the prodigal Jiang Fubao quickly accepted the young sprout soup.

Compared to stir-frying, boiled sprouts have less bitterness.

She ate in small bites and drank soup from time to time.

Originally, her lunch was egg custard.

But Jiang Fubao doesn't want to eat alone.

She took the initiative to ask to eat the same food as the Jiang family.

Can't beat her.

Zhang Jinlan had no choice but to serve her half a bowl of sprout soup.

"Wait until the autumn harvest this year, and sell the grain to find a wife for Tongjin. He is already fifteen years old. If he were in Zhangjia Village, he would have a child by the end of the year."

In a poor family, there is no such rule as not talking while eating or sleeping.

Zhang Jinlan said slowly while chewing the sprouts.

She was from Zhangjia Village. If her parents had not died early and she had no brothers to help her, she would not have married into the poorest Jiangjia Village. Fortunately, the old man treated her well, and although her life was poor, she lived a fulfilling life.

The son is filial, the daughter-in-law is hardworking, and the grandchildren are sensible.

Speaking of Zhangjia Village, her younger daughter-in-law, Zhang Yanzi, Fubao's mother, is closely related to her and is a relative of the third degree.

Zhang Yanzi was also an only daughter. Her father died of illness and her widowed mother passed away after raising her. Because her family was too poor, her parents had died, and she had a tough life, no one in Zhangjia Village was willing to marry her.

Zhang Jinlan, who came home to visit her relatives, took the initiative to arrange the marriage for her son.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law get along like real mother and daughter.

"Who says it's not true? If you want to blame someone, blame the weather these past two years. It never rains and the sun is scorching every day. Not only are we exhausted, but we can't grow rice either. After the brown rice is harvested, the yield is only 50%. Sigh, who doesn't have a hard life? And then there's the conscription. We have no food and no money."

Zhu Yingqiu put down his bowl and sighed.

Tongjin is her eldest son, so of course she cares about his marriage.

But there was no money at home, what could she do?

Last year's conscription required every family to provide three able-bodied men over the age of fourteen.

Otherwise you will have to pay a fine.

Two taels per person.

How could she bear to let her son go to the border to fight? Nine out of ten times he would never come back.

What's the difference between that and committing suicide?

Therefore, the Jiang family paid a fine of six taels of silver.

The family savings were emptied.

This makes the already poor family even worse off.

"Okay, let's eat. Why are you sighing? Old woman, starting tomorrow, you take the three daughters-in-law to the mountain to dig more sprouts. It's spring, and wild vegetables and mushrooms are about to sprout. Pay more attention. Although the dried mushrooms sold last year didn't make much money, it was still an extra income for the family. As for the work in the fields, I can take the three boys to do it."

Seeing that his family was in a bad mood, Jiang Shoujia knocked on the table with his hand.

He turned his head and said to Zhang Jinlan.

"You're right, old man. We have to get by no matter how hard life is. I don't know if it will rain this year, but there's an old saying that goes, plan ahead and save some money. This year we can get more dried mushrooms to sell. Even if the harvest is poor, we can still make ends meet. If we pick up some bird eggs like Fubao did, we won't have to worry about not having enough to eat this year."