Chapter 3

After lying on the Kang for a while, Han Yao tried to get up slowly. As soon as he was together, he felt dizzy. In the morning, he hit his head hard and had a slight concussion. Now he feels dizzy with a bullet.

She closed her eyes and rested for a long time. When her head was not so dizzy, she slowly moved to the ground.

It was like a cold ice cellar at home. She had to make a fire to keep warm. Otherwise, if she lay down like this, she would freeze to death even if she didn't hit her.

She supported the wall and walked slowly into the kitchen.

The layout of the kitchen is the same as that of most people in the northern rural areas. As soon as they enter the kitchen, there are two stoves, one on the left and the other on the back. On each stoves, there is a big iron pot with eight seals. On the stoves, there are also forks, lids, grates, spoons, water scoops and other things. Not far from the stoves, there are two tanks, one is a water tank, the other is a pickle tank, and the northeast corner is a firewood pile, On the firewood pile is the most common firewood in the North - Baomi pole. In the northwest corner of the firewood pile is the bowl shelf where the dishes and chopsticks are put. The pots and pans and the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar are all put here.

Although Han Yao was born after 1980, she grew up in the northern countryside in her last life and was familiar with the kitchen pattern in the countryside.

When she had finished looking at the kitchen, she took the rice pole to fill the kitchen pit, lit the fire, and took the gourd ladle to scoop water from the water tank, intending to brush the pot and make something to eat.

When the cylinder head was opened, her reflection was reflected in the cylinder.

A green girl, with big eyes and sharp face, had a dirty rag wrapped around her forehead. The rag was covered with scarlet blood, which made her look startling.

Han Yao's eyelids jump when he looks at the bandage!

It's a piece of cloth, like a rag, wrapped around the wound, waiting for infection?

As a result, she did not care about cooking. She quickly found a clean washbasin from the space. After brushing it again, she scooped up the water and took it to the east room.

She remembers that there was a mirror the size of a washbasin in her home, which was set on the wall of the east room. She had to look in the mirror to dress the wound.

There are three rooms in the family. The east room is the room where her parents used to live. Now that they are gone, the room is empty.

After entering the house, I saw a big Kang on the South windowsill. There was a broken mat on the Kang. There was a big cupboard with lipstick on the ground. There was a thick layer of ash on it. In front of the cupboard, there were several baskets made of wicker, a big basket with a diameter of one meter, a dustpan and several common farm tools.

At the door, there is a stool with a washbasin on it. On the wall above the washbasin, there is the only mirror in the family. Beside the mirror, there is a nail, and there is a towel that has been used for many years. It's full of holes, but it's very clean.

Han Yao took a simple look at the room, then looked in the mirror and untied the rag on his forehead.

At this time, the wound on the forehead was half scabby, and the coagulated blood was stuck together with the rag strip. When the rag strip was pulled down, the wound was torn open again.

"Hiss - what a pain!"

Han Yao showed her teeth in pain, and quickly bent down to wash, until the basin of water washed red, her forehead is no longer bleeding out, she took out the medicine box from the space, put on some medicine, and wrapped the wound with gauze.

After dressing the wound, she suddenly saw several boards lying side by side under the baskets and baskets. She thought for a moment and remembered that it was a vegetable cellar, where the food and vegetables were stored.

Han Yao went over, took away the board, and looked inside the cellar. The cellar was about two and a half meters deep. It was dark and disorderly with bags and autumn vegetables.

She collected all the things in the cellar with her mind.

As a result, a basket of potatoes, a basket of sweet potatoes, more than 10 cabbages, more than 20 turnips, five Japanese melons, a small bag of rice dregs (at most 20 jin), a half bag of sorghum rice (about 15 Jin), seven or eight Jin of soybeans and a small basin of millet were added to the space!

Han Yao frowned.

Why is that all?

It's winter. The production team has just divided the grain for more than two months. She remembers that she divided 200 Jin of grain. After grinding, she removed the husk and 120 Jin of grain. Besides, she has rice and white flour. Although it's not much, it will be enough for her to share the grain in the coming year. But why is this the only thing left?

She thought about it and quickly figured out where her food had gone!

In my memory, it was her grandmother who came to take away the food. She said that she couldn't eat so much as a little girl. She told her to save some food and deal with one bite. She saved the food for her cousins!

Not only the grain, but also the 22 yuan and 73 Fen she shared, as well as the oil and cloth coupons, she was asked to give them to kachi. In her grandmother's words, she was still young and could not manage things. If she put these things here, she would lose them. She would take them for her first. If she wanted to buy anything, she would ask her to go.

She was an honest and timid girl. She was bullied by her grandmother. Although she knew that these things would never come back when she got to her grandmother's hands, she didn't dare to resist. She gave her money, food tickets and tickets to others!

Thinking of this, Han Yao is so angry that he can't carry a stick to the old lady's house immediately to get those things back.

But when she calms down, she thinks it's no good. Just because of the old lady's nature of giving up her life and money, when food and money come to her hand, it's equivalent to entering the tiger's mouth. If she wants to tell her to spit out the money and food, she won't wait to take it out even if the human brain is turned into the dog's brain!

It's better to bear it and wait until she finds a suitable opportunity. Otherwise, she will rashly go there now, or come back without saying anything, and she will be beaten.

In Tunli people's consciousness, it's natural for grandma to beat her granddaughter. No one will stand by her side. She doesn't want to rush to fight!

No way, she had to put aside the food first, and then went back to the kitchen to cook.

There's nothing delicious at home. The staple food is rice and sorghum. In other words, millet, radish, cabbage and potato are the only dishes. As for oil and water, she turned over all the dishes in the kitchen and found no oil.

There is an oil bottle, but it has been empty for a long time. The ash in it is as thick as big money. It can be seen that she hasn't eaten oil for a long time. No wonder she is so thin!

Fortunately, there are some rice, white flour, meat and oil in her space, otherwise she will suffer!

She made a crab porridge, cut a plate of shredded radish, mixed it into sweet and sour taste, and squeezed a glass of orange juice with meat and vegetables, meat and vegetables, fruits, and a delicious dinner.