Chapter 82： counting the days

"Cousin, do you know postcards?" Tang Xiaonan asked.

"What postcard?"

Chai Yuxiang asked a perfunctory question, she didn't focus on chatting with her little cousin at all, she was too late to work.

After washing clothes, I have to sweep the floor and wipe the furniture, make medicine for my grandfather, and go to the vegetable market to pick up some vegetables to feed the chickens. Tang Laifeng raised a few chickens in the yard, which saves a lot of money on eggs every month. Most of the chicken food is from Chai Yuxiang. Picked up from the market.

Her father, Chai Boliang, is responsible for market management. The vegetable market is under the jurisdiction of Chai Boliang, so Chai Yuxiang can pick up a lot of vegetables every time, enough for the chickens at home.

Chai Yuxiang, who was only eight years old, was already a good helper to Tang Laifeng. She was so busy every day that she didn't even have the heart to care about petty things like postcards.

Tang Xiaonan asked again, only then did Chai Yuxiang react and shook her head, "I haven't heard of it, what is it for? Can I eat it?"

At the same time as the questioning, Chai Yuxiang did not stop with her hands and scrubbed her clothes vigorously. The white foam became more and more rubbed, and some of it splashed on her body. Her small hands were red and covered with frostbite. Knowing that it hurts, I soaked it in cold water without feeling it, and rubbed it quickly.

Tang Xiaonan was attracted by her red and swollen hands, and couldn't help but ask, "Cousin, why don't you boil hot water to wash your clothes? How cold."

Chai Yuxiang widened her eyes as if she had heard the Arabian Nights, "Boil hot water? Xiao Nan, what do you know, how can you use hot water to wash clothes, it's not enough to wash your face and feet?"

"Burn it when you're done."

Tang Xiaonan didn't understand even more. If it's not enough, why not burn it?

"You put it lightly. You don't need briquettes to boil water? One briquettes can burn five bottles of water, and you can fry a bowl of medicine. Five bottles of water are just enough for our family to use for a day, and just one briquettes a day."

Chai Yuxiang's small mouth babbled and settled the account. Fortunately, Tang Xiaonan was an adult, otherwise, she would definitely be confused. She didn't expect that Tang Laifeng's house would have to make a calculation to burn a briquettes.

"How about cooking?"

"To burn firewood, there are mountains nearby. My brother and I went to collect firewood and burn it after school."

Chai Yuxiang finished scrubbing and washing her clothes, and with great effort lifted the wooden basin that was bigger than hers. Tang Xiaonan hurried to help, but was blocked by Chai Yuxiang, "You don't need to do it."

Cousin is cute, she is my uncle's sweetheart, how can I let my cousin work, and my cousin doesn't know anything, so she will only do a disservice.

Tang Xiaonan looked at her eight-year-old cousin in shock, picked up a large bowl of clothes, staggered a few steps, got to the tap, and started washing her clothes.

Obviously she is only two years older than her.

But she can do more than the twenty-six-year-old in her previous life.

Tang Xiaonan was a little ashamed.

I couldn't find anything from Chai Yuxiang, so Tang Xiaonan went to pester her cousin Chai Wenhao again.

Chai Wenhao is ten years old and doesn't look like Tang Laifeng. Chai Yuxiang and Tang Laifeng can't help but look alike and have similar personalities.

"Cousin, what are you going to do?"

Chai Wenhao carried a basket on his back and was about to go out. He smiled honestly, "Go pick up some firewood."

The firewood at home is cost-effective. Today, there are guests, and my mother will definitely cook more dishes. He has to pick up some more.

"I'll go as well."

Tang Xiaonan wanted to follow, but Chai Wenhao hesitated. Huo Jinzhi came over and asked, "Is there any more baskets?"

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