Spring comes to the desperate place

Suddenly, a big hand reached out and picked up the gold bracelet that Song Amao had been staring at for a long time. The old hand grabbed Song Amao's wrist and put it on.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Amao Song hurriedly pulled the bracelet down, but Grandpa Song didn't know where he got the strength from, and he refused to let go, and firmly put the golden bracelet on Amao Song's wrist.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the bracelet actually suits Song Amao very well. With the golden bracelet on her slender white wrist, Song Amao was reluctant to take it off.

Grandpa Song saw what he was thinking, held his hand with the bracelet on it, and said apologetically, "You've been with me for so many years, but I haven't bought you many pieces of jewelry. Today, with the blessing of my good grandson, I'll let you wear gold and silver for once."

Song A-mo felt warm in her heart after hearing his words, but she still said stubbornly: "How can we, as peasants, work when we wear gold and silver?"

Although he said so, he was obviously happy when he touched the gold bracelet. Song Chunlin looked at the pink bubble between the old couple, and then looked at his silly father who was still picking and choosing among the pile of gold and silver. Song Chunlin poked his father with a feeling of disappointment.

"What's wrong? Why are you poking me?" Song Dazhuang didn't understand. Even Song Chunsheng couldn't stand to see his silly look. He simply picked out a gold bracelet with exquisite carvings and put it in Song Dazhuang's hand.

Song Dazhuang was full of questions. Song Chunsheng and Song Chunlin both asked him to look at Old Man Song and Grandma Song. Song Dazhuang looked at the atmosphere between the old couple, and then glanced at his wife who was keeping her head down and not saying anything. Finally, an idea came to him. He took the bracelet in his hand and moved closer to his wife, then held Song Qinshi's hand and put the bracelet on. Song Qinshi was envious of the good relationship between Grandma Song and Grandpa Song, but when she saw Song Dazhuang putting the bracelet on her, she immediately smiled shyly.

Looking at their silly father and shy mother, the two brothers couldn't help but tremble with their arms hugging each other. They already had three children, yet these two could still be so corny. It was unbearable.

Except for the bracelets worn by Grandma Song and Song Qinshi, the rest of the jewelry was divided into two parts. Grandpa Song looked at those exquisitely crafted jewelry and felt that it was a pity to sell them like this, so he discussed with Song Chunlin that the plain rings and round bracelets with no craftsmanship would be kept for circulation, while the exquisitely crafted ones would be kept in Song Chunlin's space. Regarding the fate of these jewelry, Grandpa Song said:

"You and your brother have grown up. In a few years, we can arrange a marriage for your brother. The people who made these things have great skills. Let's keep a few of the best ones as betrothal gifts for your brother and Xiaobao to marry in the future. You can keep the rest as a dowry in the future."

Song Chunlin felt quite uncomfortable when he heard the word "dowry". On the one hand, he felt that he was still young. On the other hand, he had not yet accepted that he might marry a strange man and have children in the future. He really couldn't imagine a man with a big belly. It was too shocking.

"There's no need for a dowry. I still have plenty of this stuff in my space." Song Chunlin didn't lie. It was the early days of the apocalypse, and he had already stockpiled a lot of daily necessities in his space. He had no intention of competing with others for food, so he just went to stroll around those high-end shopping malls before the apocalypse out of boredom.

The apocalypse broke out late at night, so naturally there was no one in the mall. Song Chunlin entered easily and moved all kinds of luxury goods that he could not afford before the apocalypse into the space, including jewelry. However, those things were not as easy to circulate as gold and silver, so Song Chunlin did not take them out.

Not only jewelry, but Song Chunlin's space also contains a large box of high-end watches, bags, haute couture dresses and the like. Anyway, these are things that were extremely expensive before the apocalypse, but after the apocalypse, they cannot even be exchanged for a steamed bun.

Thinking of this, Song Chunlin suddenly slapped his head. How could he forget these things?

The Song family only saw Song Chunlin closing his eyes and opening them again, and soon the floor was filled with various high-end supplement gift boxes.

The transparent gift box contained ginseng, deer antler, ganoderma lucidum, fish maw, abalone, sea cucumber, and bird's nest, all of which were of the best quality, shocking the Song family.

Even though Mr. Song was knowledgeable, he only knew ginseng, ganoderma lucidum and bird's nest. He didn't recognize any of those seafood. Their hometown was not by the sea, and these dried seafood were not as popular as in later generations. At most, only the top nobles liked them, and the common people below had never heard of them.

Song Chunsheng pointed at the sea cucumber and asked Song Chunlin curiously: "Brother, can this insect be eaten?"

Song Chunlin: "Yes, it is, and it is very nutritious. It's just too troublesome to make, and I don't know how to make it. I'll look for a recipe when I have time."

"Recipes? Aren't those someone else's heirlooms? Where are you going to find them?" Song Amuo was a little puzzled. In this time and space, most people would keep their family skills hidden tightly. If ordinary people wanted to learn a skill, they would have to become an apprentice from a young age and be trained by the master for several years before they could only learn the basics. Secret books like recipes were something they had only heard of but had never been seen before.

Song Chunlin didn't know all this. He just rummaged around in the space and found a few colorful home cooking recipes from the categorized pile of books.

The Song family members looked at the colorful atlas with their eyes wide open. Song Chunsheng even touched it carefully. Those lifelike patterns actually existed.

"What a great painter! Look at these vegetables and meat, they look just like the real ones." Even Song Dazhuang, a rough guy, couldn't help but admire him.

Song Chunlin proudly told them: "I still have a lot of these books in my space. When we are settled, I will take out the books and show them to everyone. A lot of the knowledge in them is summarized by later generations, which can help everyone avoid many wrong paths."

"Everyone?" Song Dazhuang grasped the key point.

Song Chunlin nodded: "Yes, everyone, I have decided that after we move, our whole family will start learning to read, including Xiaobao."

"What?" This time everyone was stunned. No, why did they suddenly have to learn to read? Grandpa Song knew how to read. Song Dazhuang had also been to a kindergarten when he was young, so he could read a few words, but not many. Grandma Song and Qinshi Song were illiterate. Song Chunsheng was better. Grandpa Song would teach him to recognize a few words in his spare time, but he was not good at studying and could not sit still in front of the desk, so his family did not send him to school.

"Why do we have to be able to read? What are we going to do if we can read?" Song Dazhuang murmured.

Song Chunlin: "Of course we have to farm. If you can't read, how do you read those farming books I brought back?"

“Agricultural books?” Grandpa Song was so shocked that he exclaimed, “You still have agricultural books?”