Thanos's biological daughter in period fiction

"Does the sister have anything else?" Xia Yutang felt there might be more, so even though he had already picked out so many, he still looked longingly at the young lady at the counter, wondering if there was anything else.

"There are some commemorative stamps, and some of those are quite expensive." The little girl thought that some of those commemorative stamps cost two cents, and if it wasn't necessary to send them to a very far place, there was no need to use two cents worth of stamps.

"Mom, I want it..." Xia Yutang's eyes were brimming with tears. If she dared to say no, her little golden tears would fall.

"Buy, buy, buy! I'll buy it for you, don't cry..." Why is this little girl crying more and more? It's just a few stamps, it's only a few dollars, how could I not buy them for her?

"Young lady, please take out all the stamps you have here. My little girl likes them, so I'll buy her a lot." Liu Fangmei quickly asked the girl behind the counter to get them for her, so she wouldn't burst into tears again.

After spending another 10 yuan to buy all the stamps the little girl liked, the mother and daughter left the post office with the letter and money order sent by Tang's father.

When they came out, two older boys had already bought soy sauce and were waiting at the door.

Because the lids on these soy sauce bottles aren't very secure, the young man was able to hold the bottle in his hand.

By the time they got home, it was pitch black. After opening the door and putting things away, Liu Fangmei started a fire.

However, she started the fire to get some water for the child so he could wash up later. She had been rummaging through the trash today, so the trash definitely needed to be washed, otherwise the smell would be too strong.

Tonight, Liu Fangmei made multigrain porridge with steamed buns made from two kinds of flour. She washed the cucumbers and served them directly on the table.

She plans to pickle the green beans, so she needs to pick more tonight to make them all into sour green beans.

At this time of year, they would have started pickling vegetables like radishes, cabbage, green beans, and eggplants. This year, there's nothing. They didn't take anything from their private plot when they moved, and the vegetables were all yellowish and looked malnourished.

Although there was plenty of food inside Qingyu Residence, he always tried to be as discreet as possible outside, avoiding taking anything from there. It was a little better at home; the children all knew to keep secrets. But if she got into the habit of taking things and accidentally took something outside, she would be in danger.

The sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn they were allocated before were stored in Qingyu Residence, and they hadn't had time to deal with them lately. Now that he has some free time, he's going to deal with them; the little girl should have enough stamps to play with for a long time.

She left the firewood to her two sons and planned to clean the corn and grind it into corn flour. She would grind it several times to make the flour finer so it wouldn't burn her throat, and then use it to make corn cakes.

Fortunately, they had a stone mill at home, so they didn't need to take it to the village mill. Otherwise, if she ground it a few more times, she would definitely be pointed at and gossiped about by the old women in the village.

To make them easier to store, I dried all the sweet potatoes, but I kept the potatoes so I could stir-fry them into shredded potatoes later.

She picked up an old newspaper and began to write and draw on it. She needed to plan out what to do next and what she would need.

She pickles radishes and cabbages every year, so she planned to make some more, as well as green beans. At Qingyu Residence, if she harvested all the green beans from the patch in front of the house, it would weigh at least several thousand kilograms. She hadn't intended to make them all into pickled green beans, so she found a wine jar that could hold about 30 kilograms of wine and made a jar of pickled green beans.

Her husband likes pickled cucumbers, so she plans to pickle some of the tender ones. She'll bring some back for him when she returns, or mail some to him from the post office.

After dinner, Xia Yutang let his mother give him a hot bath and then take him back to his room. Xia Yutang didn't know what his mother was doing outside. After sitting down, he began to spread out the stamps and examine them carefully one by one.

The commemorative stamps that the lady at the post office counter brought out were all printed in the last two years. They were probably stored well, because they still smelled of ink.

Xia Yutang went back to her own space, took out a stamp album, and carefully put the stamps into the album.

She filled a small stamp album in no time. Looking at the full album and thinking about how much it might be worth in the future, she was happy.

She fell asleep shortly after holding her stamp album. She hadn't replied to her own posts these past two days because she had visited her mother's social media account.

She slept soundly through the night without any dreams, until dawn, when she was awakened by the work bell. Because of the lack of water, there wasn't much work to do in the fields, so the work bell hadn't been rung for many days.

Today should be the last day of work for the year; the sweet potatoes in the fields can be dug up. It's almost time, and if they aren't dug up before the snow, they might freeze to death in the ground.

So even if they're not big, we have to dig them up. Today is the first day of harvesting sweet potatoes, and the brigade headquarters and warehouse were bustling with activity early in the morning.

My mother went out to work today, leaving only my two older brothers and Xia Yutang at home. Because my mother said they couldn't go out before their younger sister got up, one of them swept the yard, and the other mixed cement.

Today, the two of them were going to stick the glass they brought back from the scrap yard yesterday into the wall. Early in the morning, the two brothers went to the foot of the mountain and got a lot of soil, which they mixed with the cement their mother had mentioned.

Although I've never seen how others do it, my mother said it's very simple. Because my father had wanted to do this before, he had ordered some wooden strips on the wall. My mother said to mix the soil and cement evenly and pour it onto the wall, making sure it doesn't go over the wooden strips.

After filling the tops of several walls with cement, they inserted the glass pieces one by one. After Xia Yutang woke up, she played on the kang (heated brick bed) by herself. The kang was too high; she couldn't get down without a chair.

On the kang table at the end of the kang was her breakfast: a bowl of milk still slightly warm and two unpeeled eggs.

There should still be room available. The little buns just need to be placed in a steamer to keep them from getting cold, so they're not on the table.

Xia Yutang went back to her house, washed up, and then came out. She drank most of a glass of milk, and put the rest in a cup and put it back in the kitchen in her yard.

He couldn't eat boiled eggs without soy sauce, so he brought out a small dish of soy sauce from his own space to dip the eggs in.

After finishing her meal, she leaned against the window and watched her two older brothers busy outside. She didn't call out to them, and fearing she would have to go back to the kang (heated brick bed), she decided to go back to the yard to check if the vegetables she had picked had grown back.