Transmigrating to the 70’s: The Military Wife As A Farmer

Lying on the kang for a while, Han Yao tentatively climbed up slowly. As soon as he got up, he felt dizzy. In the morning, his head hit hard, and he suffered a slight concussion. Now he faints when he moves his bullet.

She closed her eyes and rested for a while, and when her head was no longer so dizzy, she slowly moved her body to the ground.

It was like a cold ice cellar at home. She had to burn some fire to keep her warm, otherwise she would freeze to death even if she didn't get hit by lying down like this.

She leaned against the wall and walked slowly into the kitchen.

The layout of the kitchen is the same as that of most households in the northern countryside. Once you enter the kitchen, there are two stoves on the left and one at the back. On each stove is a large iron pot with eight marks, and there are also pots and forks. Covers, grates, spoons, water scoops, etc., there are two tanks not far from the pot platform, one is a water tank, the other is a sauerkraut tank, and there is a firewood pile in the northeast corner. The common firewood is the rice stick, the northwest corner facing the firewood pile is the bowl rack where the tableware and chopsticks are placed.

Although Han Yao was born in the 1980s, she grew up in the northern countryside in her last life, and is very familiar with the kitchen layout of this kind of countryside.

After looking at the kitchen, she filled the stove with a pole of corn, lit the fire, and took the gourd and scoop to scoop water into the water tank, intending to brush the pot and cook something to eat.

When the tank cover was lifted, her reflection appeared in the tank.

A young girl of green age with big eyes and a pointed face, with a dirty rag sliver wrapped around her forehead, with scarlet blood stains on the cloth sliver, she looked shocking.

Han Yao's eyelids twitched when he saw the piece of cloth wrapping the wound!

This cloth sliver buried in the bar is like a rag, wrapped around the wound and waiting to get infected?

So, she didn't care about cooking anymore, she quickly found a clean washbasin from the space, and after brushing it again, she scooped up the water and brought it to the east room.

She remembered that there was a mirror the size of a washbasin at home, which was built into the wall of the east room. To bandage the wound, she had to operate according to the mirror.

There are a total of three houses in the family. The east room is the house where her parents used to live. Now that her parents are gone, this room is empty.

After entering the house, I saw that there was a large kang next to the south window sill. On the kang was a broken kang mat, and there was a large cabinet with flowers painted on a red background on the ground, with a thick layer of ash falling on it. In front of the cabinet were several wicker baskets, a large basket with a diameter of one meter, a dustpan and several commonly used agricultural tools.

There is a stool by the door, a washbasin is placed on the stool, the only mirror in the house is inlaid on the wall above the washbasin, a nail is fixed beside the mirror, and there is a piece hanging on it. There are holes in the towels of the past year, but they are very clean.

Han Yao glanced at the room briefly, then looked in the mirror and untied the rags wrapped around his forehead.

At this time, the wound on his forehead was already half-scabbed, and the coagulated blood was sticking to the rags.

"Hey - it really hurts!"

Han Yao grimaced in pain, and hurriedly bent down to wash it, until the basin of water was flushed red and her forehead was no longer bleeding. She took out the medicine box from the space, put some medicine, and then used gauze to cover her. The wound was entangled.

After dressing the wound, she suddenly saw a few wooden boards laying side by side under the pile of baskets and baskets. She thought for a while and remembered that this was a vegetable cellar, where the family's grain and vegetables were stored.

Han Yao walked over, took off the wooden board, and leaned on the entrance of the vegetable cellar to look inside. The vegetable cellar was about two and a half meters deep, and it was dark inside, with some bags and autumn vegetables in a mess.

She collected everything in the cellar with her mind.

As a result, there was an extra basket of potatoes, a basket of sweet potatoes, more than ten cabbage, more than twenty radishes, five melons, a small bag of rice ballast (at most 20 catties), and a half bag of sorghum rice. (about fifteen catties), there are seven or eight catties of soybeans and a small pot of millet!

Han Yao frowned.

Why is there only this?

It is winter months now. The production team has just divided the grain for more than two months. She remembers that she divided 200 catties of grain. Not much, but it will be enough for her to eat next year's food distribution, but why is there all that is left?

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

In my memory, it was her grandma who came to take the food away. Grandma said that she couldn't eat that much as a little girl, so she told her to save a little bit, just take one bite, and save the food for her cousins. eat!

Not only the food, but even the twenty-two yuan and seventy-three cents that she distributed, as well as the gas ticket, cloth ticket, etc., were sent to Kachi. In the words of her grandmother: she is still young and does not know how to handle things. Leave these things with her and ask her to throw them all away. She will hold them for her first, and if she wants to buy anything, then ask her to go.

The original is an honest and timid person, and was used to being bullied by her grandma. Although she knew that these things could never be taken back in her grandma's hands, she didn't dare to resist, and obediently gave them all the money and food stamps. people!

Thinking of this, Han Yao is so angry that she can't wait to go to the old lady's house with a stick and grab those things back.

But when I calmed down and thought about it, I felt that it would not work, because of the old lady's life-threatening temperament, when food and money got into her hands, it was like entering the mouth of a tiger. Even if the human brain becomes a dog brain, she doesn't want to take it out!

It's better to endure it first, and then talk about it when she finds a suitable opportunity. Otherwise, she will go to the past recklessly now, and if she doesn't come back, she will be beaten.

In the consciousness of the people in the village, it is only natural for grandma to beat her granddaughter, and no one will stand on her side.

There was no other way, she had to put the food thing aside first, and went back to the kitchen to cook.

There is nothing delicious at home. The staple food is sorghum rice, millet, radish, cabbage and potatoes. As for oil and water, she rummaged through the kitchen racks and couldn't find anything. A drop of oil.

There is one oil bottle, but it has long been empty, and the ash in it has fallen into a thick layer. It can be seen that she has not eaten oil and water for a long time, no wonder she is so thin!

Fortunately, she still has some rice and white noodles in her space, as well as some meat and oil, otherwise she will suffer!

She made a tender rice porridge, cut a plate of shredded radishes, mixed them into sweet and sour flavors, and squeezed a glass of orange juice to mix meat and vegetables, meat, vegetables, and fruits, so she could cook a full-flavoured dinner. All right.