Before she came to this world, she had heard many things about these days from her grandmother's mouth.
I am poor and have a meager income. I am from a peasant family. Let alone coarse and fine grains, it is good to eat whatever is available all year round.
Thinking of the dreamlike and distant stories her grandmother told her when she was a child, Yang Lina shook her head helplessly, looked down at her figure in disgust, and tugged at the thin and worn clothes on her body in disgust.
She sighed in her heart, my Xiaoxiang, Xiaodi, Xiaoai...
Yang Lina got up and walked to the closet, wanting to find some decent and clean clothes for herself to change into, but the clothes piled up in a mess in the closet smelled moldy.
Another low wailing sound came from the room, followed by a crackling sound.
Yang Lina has a mysophobia and cannot see any dirt or odor.
She took out all the clothes in the closet and threw them into a large plastic basin. She replaced the old and faded sheets and quilts with a new set of bright red quilts.
Li Jingming's family bought this when the original owner got married, but the original owner never wanted to use it.
In this day and age, this is probably considered a very good condition.
Yang Lina looked at the clean and tidy sheets, and the corners of her mouth curled up a little.
After changing the sheets and quilt cover, she felt that all the flesh in her body was sore and sore. If this was done in modern times, why would she need to do it?
However, when I was still having Xiaomi, I would help my grandmother wash clothes at her home.
Not to mention washing clothes, she even does cooking, working in the fields, and fertilizing.
"Oh my god, why are you doing this to me? Since you let me be reborn, why don't you let me go to an era with washing machines!"
Yang Lina wailed again and endured the sour smell on the sheets. She threw the sheets together with her clothes, fetched water from the well in the yard and poured it into the basin. After sprinkling it with washing powder, she rolled up her loose trouser legs and endured the coldness.
I stepped on it until the washing powder was completely dissolved, and then I went to the kitchen with my stomach growling.
Wherever there is a kitchen, it's just a dilapidated house that's about to collapse.
There are traces of rainwater flowing on the dark wall. When you look up, you can see the light outside through the hole in the roof. Under your feet is a stove made of iron buckets. Next to the stove is a tattered table with missing legs.
Seeing this scene in front of her, Yang Lina held her head in pain, her imaginary kitchen collapsed in her heart, and she suddenly returned to reality.
Original owner, original owner, you are free, but you let me suffer for you.
After rummaging around in the kitchen for a long time, it was exaggerating that there was no seasoning except for salt.
After a long time, Yang Lina's eyes fell on the sprouting potatoes in the corner.
In modern times, potato sprouts are poisonous.
After thinking about it, I'm almost starving to death, why are you being pretentious?
When she walked to the kitchen door, Yang Lina looked back with difficulty at the porcelain vat next to the potatoes. There were six or seven bags of soybeans stacked next to the porcelain vat.
I turned back again and found that the porcelain jar was half full of cornmeal.
Yang Lina excitedly took the bowl, carefully took out half of the bowl, washed the pot and dishes, and started the fire. After the water boiled, she added water to the bowl and stirred it into a paste. Then she boiled another bowl of water in the pot and poured in half the bowl of corn batter.
Finally, add the peeled and diced potatoes, and you can eat them after the potatoes are cooked.
Yang Lina never imagined that one day she would be interested in food that she thought pigs would not eat.
Holding back the sadness, I took a breath and began to regret my willfulness during my lifetime, and this sudden time travel and rebirth event that I don't know whether it was a shock or a surprise.
When I drank the corn paste, it felt rough and pricked my mouth. It was like traditional Chinese medicine. I couldn't swallow it. I managed to swallow a mouthful and spit it out.
Yang Lina squatted at the door of the kitchen, her eyes red and sore.
After a while, she stood up and wiped away her tears.
As long as it's not poison, she has to drink it.
As long as you are alive, there is hope.
When I picked up the bowl and was about to drink, my mother-in-law Wang Ying's voice came from outside the door.