Farmer's eldest sister becomes rich

When they opened the door, they saw the four generations of grandparents and grandchildren, with somewhat surprised expressions.

The uncle looked at Zhang standing at the gate, motionless and dumb, and said quickly: "Sister-in-law, are you distracted? Please let me pass!"

Zhang finally came to her senses and quickly stood beside the gate.

The four generations of grandparents and grandchildren took their luggage into the yard one by one. An Yue gently placed the backpack in the yard, took out the key and opened the door to the east room.

I pushed the door open and walked in. Fortunately, my grandfather and I had come to settle down a few days ago. We simply cleaned the house and put the tables and chairs in place.

When you come back today, you just need to wipe the table and chairs with a rag, clean the pots and pans, and make the bed, and then it will be a normal home.

The east house, main house and west house of the An family are all long and large rooms.

The house is divided into two parts: the kitchen is at the innermost part, the bedrooms are in the middle, and the hall is located at the bright and square door.

When my uncle entered the house, he looked around silently and finally saw the bucket and the shoulder pole.

He picked up the bucket with a shoulder pole and said, "Yueyue, you guys clean up first. I'll go fetch two buckets of water."

An Yue smiled faintly at her uncle and nodded, then turned around and began to clean up the dishes, placing them all in a wooden basin, waiting for her uncle to come back with water to wash them.

My grandfather rolled up his sleeves, walked to the stove, and saw a thin layer of dust on the stove. He picked up a broom and gently brushed it away.

He bent down again, picked up the rusty iron pot, gently placed it on the stove, and said, "Nian Nian, you light the fire, and grandpa cooks the pot."

After hearing this, An Nian hurried to the stove, started to light the fire and asked, "What is boiling the pot?"

"For this rusty iron pan, you must heat it up, remove the rust, then clean it, heat it up again, and evenly grease the entire pan."

An Nian stood up curiously and watched his grandfather do it step by step.

An Nian asked again: "What if the pot doesn't boil?"

"If you don't use grease to cook, the iron pan will rust immediately after being washed and left alone for a while."

An Yue looked up and said, "Grandfather, but there is no grease at home."

Grandfather pointed to the backpacks they brought with them and said, "Your grandmother prepared everything for you early in the morning. Everything is in the backpacks!"

An Yue walked over and saw that there was wild boar meat, eggs, cabbage, salt, sweet potatoes, and leftover rice in the basket on her uncle's back.

In the grandfather's backpack were the brother and sister's clothes, cloth shoes, a thick quilt, and An Nian's books, paper, and pens.

Just at this moment, Uncle Jiang Chenghai came back into the house carrying two buckets of water.

Uncle put down the bucket and asked, "Yueyue, is there anything else you need help with?"

"Then please help me wipe the bamboo mat with a coarse cloth, and then take it to the yard to dry in the sun."

After my uncle responded, he took the rolled-up bamboo mat to the yard and opened it.

Then he went back to the house, fetched a wooden basin, poured some cold water into the wooden barrel, wet the coarse cloth, and then wiped the bamboo mat vigorously.

After cleaning the bamboo mat, my uncle wiped the table in the room a few times and found that the dust was too thick.

So, he said, "Yueyue, there is too much dust on the table. How about carrying it to the yard and fetching two buckets of water to rinse and scrub it?"

An Yue smiled playfully and said, "Haha...that couldn't be better! Thank you for your hard work, uncle~!"

Soon, An Yue washed the dishes and prepared to make the bed.

My parents used to bundle the dried straw into small bundles and stack them neatly in the corner of the eaves.

In this era, straw is a good thing. It can be used to make fire, to make beds, and to be twisted into straw ropes. Even the straw ash is very useful.

An Yue took her small backpack to the eaves, filled a few bundles of the few straws she had, and took them to the room to make the bed.

I vaguely remember that my mother used to make the bed with straw. Every time it was made, it was always soft and comfortable. My sister and I would climb onto the bed and jump around, laughing and playing for a long time.

An Yue imitated her mother's memory and began to spread the straw neatly and evenly on the bed.

After laying the straw, wait for the bamboo mat to dry, then put the bamboo mat on it and you can go to sleep.

Grandfather and An Nian had already started cooking. The house was filled with the smell of grease and firewood smoke. The pungent musty smell had gradually disappeared.

An Yue felt a little excited thinking about making a fire, boiling water and cooking.

Everything has been tidied up. The next step is to wipe the wooden cabinet in the room. After wiping the cabinet clean, you can put all the things in the backpack back into the cabinet.

My grandfather and uncle had been silent today, but after arriving at the An family, they have been busy all the time.

An Yue pulled her grandfather to sit on a low stool and said with a smile, "Grandfather, you should sit down and rest for a while!"

"After your uncle and I help you clean up, we'll rush back."

"Grandfather, Yueyue knows that you should always take a rest when you are tired, right?"

An Yue washed the pot carefully and asked An Nian to continue passing the firewood to cook some rice porridge.

However, before cooking rice porridge, you have to boil some water to quench your thirst.

It's noon now.

Soon the water in the pot boiled. An Yue scooped up a large bowl of water and then poured the rice into the pot.

An Yue poured a bowl of boiling water for her grandfather in a small bowl, and then took another bowl to her uncle in the yard.

They helped around and worked non-stop for the whole morning, and were probably very thirsty.

After delivering it to her uncle, An Yue went back to the house and started to organize the various things in the backpack.

An Yue had just squatted down when her uncle Jiang Tiancai swaggered into the east room door while eating sweet potatoes.

As soon as he entered the house, the first person he saw was Jiang Wuwen, who was sitting in the living room drinking water from a bowl and almost choked on the sweet potatoes.

He quickly swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth and congratulated, "Uncle Jiang...Uncle Jiang, Happy New Year! You...you are here too?" A hint of timidity unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

Grandfather Jiang Wuwen raised his eyes, looked at him coldly, and said "hmm", but did not speak.

His grandfather had a serious expression on his face, and an invisible sense of oppression was weighing on him, making him flustered and at a loss.

He tried his best to adjust himself and walked towards An Yue pretending to be calm.

As soon as he walked over, he saw eggs and pork in front of An Yue.

An Yue cleaned the cabbage leaf residue on the pork. After cleaning, she put the meat into the jar and then put the jar away gently.

The uncle stood in front of An Yue and asked tentatively: "Yue Yue, are you guys...are you coming back to live here permanently?"

After An Yue put the jar in the cabinet, she turned around and looked coldly at her uncle An Tiancai, and asked, "Uncle, why did you come here uninvited? You didn't come to see how miserable our lives are, did you?"

After saying that, An Yue bent down again and picked up the salt jar in the backpack.

Uncle An Tiancai stood there feeling somewhat guilty and said: