Reborn in 1977

After Captain Yang and the others finished giving instructions, they left together.

Chen Fan was left alone in the room, looking at the straw-covered bed, the quilt that hadn't been folded yet, the empty bed frame and wardrobe beside it, and the equally empty courtyard outside the door.

Then he looked at himself, wearing shoes that he didn't know who they belonged to, and a cotton coat and jacket that he didn't know who they belonged to. The only things that truly belonged to him were a pair of underwear and a set of thermal underwear. A feeling of desolation arose spontaneously.

Who transmigrates more miserably than me?!

Since waking up today, things had been happening one after another, keeping him busy.

Now that things had calmed down, he finally had time to think about his situation.

After two minutes of deliberation, he finally came to the conclusion: Thinking too much is useless!

He was unfamiliar with the place, penniless, unskilled, and didn't even have an ID. He couldn't run away even if he wanted to, and he had nowhere to go. What could he do?

Chen Fan couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, "I'm so hungry!"

He hadn't eaten anything since waking up. If he included the time he was unconscious after being rescued, it had been almost a day and a night. Besides two bowls of ginger and brown sugar water and two bowls of medicine, nothing else had entered his stomach for so long. How could he not be hungry!

Looking down at the edge of the cotton coat that only reached his thighs, he sighed again, "It's so cold!"

Then he quickly climbed onto the bed, pulled open the quilt, and covered his freezing legs.

The winters in Jiangnan were much colder now than they would be decades later. He remembered that after entering the new millennium, except for a heavy snow in '08, the snow in his hometown in winter would at most cover the ground with a layer, and it would melt completely in two days.

When he was a child, the snow in winter could be a foot thick. When you stepped on it, your entire calf would be submerged. Moreover, the snow would last for a long time until it melted in the spring. Therefore, his deepest memory of winter was snow.

And in the 1970s, the climate in Jiangnan was even colder than in the 1990s.

Although today was a sunny day and he was wearing a cotton coat, he was only wearing a thin pair of sleeping pants on his lower body, and he still couldn't resist the cold.

After sitting in the straw pile for a while, he finally warmed his legs, but Chen Fan faced a new problem, "I'm starving to death. When will they send rice over?"

Just then, he suddenly smelled the aroma of rice and couldn't help but twitch his nose. Who was cooking?

Immediately, he was filled with frustration again. No matter who was cooking, they wouldn't send him a bowl.

Just then, Jiang Lili timidly walked to the door, peeked inside, didn't come in, and stood there saying, "Chen, Chen Fan, I've made rice. Would you like to eat some?"

Eat rice?

Chen Fan's eyes lit up instantly. He lifted the quilt and walked down, "Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I'm so sorry. Where is it? In the kitchen?"

He had long forgotten what Captain Yang had told him.

Keep your distance? Can keeping your distance fill your stomach?

Jiang Lili was a little stunned by him. After two seconds, she reacted and pointed to the kitchen, "It's in the kitchen."

"Okay."

Chen Fan wrapped himself in his cotton coat and walked over there. After taking two steps, he looked back and saw that Jiang Lili was still standing there. He couldn't help but say, "What are you doing standing there? Come and eat together."

Jiang Lili quickly lowered her head, "Oh, oh."

She followed behind, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart. Who was inviting whom to dinner?

When they arrived at the kitchen, Chen Fan went straight to the stove.

This was an earth stove made of yellow mud and stones. It was far less delicate than the handmade products of later generations, belonging to the kind that could be used. The countertop wasn't covered with anything smooth, and the soot from the stove opening had blackened the yellow soil of the countertop.

There were two pots on the stove, a large iron pot, which was used for cooking rice and dishes, and a small urn, which was a hemispherical small iron pot. It was very deep and mainly used for boiling water. When cooking, it was filled with water, and the fire temperature of the stove could be used to boil water at the same time, which was also an efficient way to use energy.

However, the fire in this kind of water often went out before it boiled, and the rough lid couldn't block the soot, so few people would drink the water boiled in the urn. It was mainly used for washing.

The smoke outlet of the rural stove is generally opened on the side, so that the front can be used for burning fire and the back can be used for cooking, which is very convenient.

When Chen Fan participated in the company's activities in his previous life, he had seen this kind of earth stove in a farmhouse. Although that was a beautifully improved version of later generations, and this was a crude original version, the layout and style were similar, so he went directly behind the stove, lifted the blackened wooden pot lid, and a rich aroma of rice came to his nose.

In the pot was fragrant firewood white rice. There were two bowls, one large and one small, on the rice. The large bowl was cabbage, and the small bowl was half a bowl of very thin steamed egg custard. The yellow steamed egg custard and the white rice complemented each other, stimulating Chen Fan to swallow a large mouthful of saliva. He quickly put down the pot lid and went to pick up the bowl of steamed egg custard, but as soon as he touched the edge of the bowl, he was burned and retracted his hand.

Jiang Lili also came in at this time, busy getting bowls and chopsticks, placing them on a small table beside her, and reaching out to pick up the bowl of steamed egg custard on the rice.

Chen Fan quickly called out, "Be careful, it's hot."

Jiang Lili directly pinched the edge of the bowl with her hand and lifted it up after turning it twice, put it on the table, and couldn't help but smile, "It's okay."

She quickly lowered her head, took out the cabbage, and then busied herself with serving rice.

Chen Fan's eyes were straight, he raised his hand and looked at it, then looked at Jiang Lili's hand. Unfortunately, the light in the kitchen was not good, so he couldn't see clearly.

He couldn't help but sigh secretly, 'Looking at the face is ruthless, but the shot is an iron hand!'

The bowls of rice were placed on the table, and the two sat facing each other and began to eat.

Two bowls of rice, three bowls of dishes.

In addition to the half bowl of steamed egg custard and fried cabbage, there was also a bowl of pickled vegetables that every household in the countryside here would pickle. That is, after drying the radish until it is half dry, it is mixed with homemade bean paste or chili sauce. It only takes two or three days to pickle it, and it is very good for eating.

Chen Fan was also extremely hungry, picked up the rice bowl and started eating.

After eating a few bites of vegetables, he realized that there was only one pickled radish in Jiang Lili's bowl, and the bowl of fried cabbage and steamed egg custard were untouched.

He couldn't help but say, "Why don't you eat vegetables?"

Jiang Lili's hand suddenly paused, and then she didn't look up, and said nonchalantly, "You eat, I don't like these."

Who doesn't like to eat vegetables and only likes to eat pickled radishes?

Chen Fan immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks, picked up the egg custard bowl, picked up the spoon, and poured most of it into her bowl, and gave her a large chopstick of cabbage before continuing to pick up the bowl to eat.

Jiang Lili looked at the vegetables in the bowl, and secretly glanced at him again, as if afraid of being discovered, she quickly retracted her gaze, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but she quickly pursed her mouth, and after a while, she picked a small piece of egg and put it in her mouth, the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up.

After eating two bowls of rice, Chen Fan let out a long breath of satisfaction, "I'm alive again!"

At this time, except for the bowl of pickled vegetables, the other bowls were cleaner than if they had been licked.