Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

She ate a small piece of whole-grain flour pancake, but her throat hurt from choking. The whole grains at this time were not the finely ground coarse grains of later generations. The corn flour was granular, and the pancake was dry and hard, which not only cost the teeth but also the throat.

Xia Mingshuang gave up and had no choice but to shamelessly eat thin flour pancakes.

Several children breathed a sigh of relief and thought this was normal.

Xia Mingshuang finally let Zaizai eat half of the bowl of stewed eggs, and she ate the rest. She decided to make more to share with the family in the future.

After eating, the two brothers ran away in a hurry.

Xia Mingshuang said he would wash the dishes and let Miaomiao go to school.

Miao Miao felt a little uneasy and was so frightened by Xia Ming's pretending to be angry that she ran to school.

With only a four-year-old kid left in front of him, Xia Mingshuang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Tired of heart!

Xia Mingshuang asked Zaizai to take a nap on the kang while she tidied up.

She was a tidy person in her previous life. Although she was not used to it, she still forced herself to tidy up the house.

The pots and pans are washed, the cupboards and dining rooms are scrubbed, the stove is cleaned, and the floor is swept.

Her body was very weak, and she was very tired after cleaning up.

She rested for a while and then swept the corridor from the door of the house to the door of the courtyard. Although Miaomiao was diligent, she was still a little girl and did not take good care of her. There were inevitably chicken manure and weeds in the yard.

Previously, the original owner would scold her when she saw her, and the children would take care of her after scolding her. However, no one scolded her these two days when she was sick, so the children naturally didn't think of it.

After tidying up, she held the broom and beat her waist. She looked up and saw the purple-black plums on the plum tree, which looked ready to be eaten.

Peach, three apricots and four pears for five years, and the plums will be exchanged for money that year.

The yard has been in this yard for more than six years, and the plum trees have grown very luxuriantly. However, the early-ripening plums on the top of the fruit trees have long been eaten away by birds and insects.

The fruit is delicious but the trees are difficult to care for, so there are few fruit trees in rural yards, there is a lack of pesticides, and there are a lot of pests and birds, so not many can be left.

The reason why the plums were kept was because the original owner was watching the sky and hunting birds. She wanted to pick them when they were ripe to honor her mother, aunt and mother-in-law, but she did not think about her four children at all.

Xia Mingshuang saw that the plums were almost ripe, so he stepped on the chair and plucked the lower ones, and asked Da Zhuang to pick the upper ones from the tree.

You can’t eat too many plums, but they can be eaten as dried plums after being dried, and they can also be soaked in water. In this era of lack of snacks, they are also a rarity for children.

She picked a basket.

When the little Zaizai woke up, Xia Mingshuang stuffed one into him, and washed the rest and put them in a foil braided with sorghum stalks and hemp ropes and placed them in the open space to the west to dry.

At about 5 o'clock in the evening, the three children had not returned yet.

According to the memory of the original owner, Dazhuang would usually take Erzhuang to collect firewood.

The original owner did not work and had no work points, and the commune members' families had to rely on work points in exchange for rations, hay, firewood, etc.

There are no work points to buy with money, but if something is in short supply, the production team must first exchange it with the members, so Xia Mingshuang will also let his children collect firewood in addition to spending money to buy it.

Miaomiao first does her homework at school by daylight after school, and then goes home to cook. She usually has dinner around 6:7 or [-]:[-].

Xia Mingshuang studied the farm kitchen, the stoves, and the noodle jars containing grain and flour. He estimated that there were about ten kilograms of wheat flour at home, as well as more than ten kilograms of corn flour, ten kilograms of sorghum, and miscellaneous bean flour. , and some Xiaomi.

It's not that easy for country people to eat these days. The grain is produced by themselves. When threshed, it becomes granular and has to be ground into flour.

There are no electric mills in the countryside, and we have no livestock. We rely on human power to push stone mills. If it is not ground, it will taste rough and make your throat irritated.

Let her go grinding?

Thinking of that miserable look, Xia Ming's face turned pale.