Chapter 1959: The ancient little widow in the rebirth text 8
The job of chopping wood was too easy, and a hill was quickly piled up at Shu Ange's feet. When she was tired from bending over, she looked up and only one of the wood in the house was chopped by her for a year.
Perhaps because she was finally able to see Dihua in the temple, Shu Ange felt that her mentality was much younger.
The humble firewood door was pushed open, Shu Ange raised his head, and shouted happily, "Mother, look, I've almost finished chopping the firewood."
Song shi's face was not very good, and he forced a smile when he looked at the neat firewood on the ground: "It's really good at chopping, my family's Anle has grown up, and it's really useful."
It was only then that Shu Ange noticed that Song shi was holding a crock pot in her arms. She leaned forward and glanced at it, the rice inside was less than the waist of the crock pot. She clicked, and couldn't help but ask, "So much cloth, so much rice?"
Song Shi hummed, sighed, and said helplessly: "My daughter-in-law Wang said that recently, some cloth has been imported from other places in the town, so the local cloth is not as valuable as it used to be. Alas, you eat first, I will think about it later. Think of ways to."
In the dark earthen jar, the yellowed rice with debris made Song's heart especially heavy.
Shu Ange helped take over the rice. For the first time, he found out that he was so poor that it was really a problem to find rice. So much cloth, I am afraid that Song Shi will have to weave for ten days and a half months, and the rice in exchange can only be eaten for a few days.
It is said in the book that feudal society is a cannibalistic society. Only after putting yourself in the shoes did you realize how much **** reality is hidden behind these plain words.
But for the Song family, no matter how difficult the life is, if there is rice today, they can live on. She picked some wild vegetables outside the door, then grabbed a handful of rice from the clay pot, and shook it after thinking about it.
Song shi earnestly boiled a clear rice soup that could reflect human figures, washed the wild vegetables, and threw them in when the soup was almost hot.
After the rice soup with wild vegetables was served, Shu Ange held the bowl hungry and had a sour nose.
For foodies, eating poorly, not even salt, is definitely a torture.
She pulled a thin layer of rice at the bottom of the bowl, stuck her neck and ate the strange smell.
When she was almost done eating, Shu Ange raised her head and glanced at Song Shi, and suddenly found that there were only wild vegetables in her bowl, and she could count only a few grains of rice.
A mother's love for her child is the most precious in the world, and Shu Ange's hand holding the bowl is very heavy. She took the bowl to clean, and she kept thinking about how to make money, how to make a fortune and become a well-off.
The power of one person is limited, but the power of the masses is unlimited.
In Shu Ange's head, she not only has the influence of five thousand years of Chinese civilization, but also the experience she has accumulated from various tasks.
After washing the dishes, Shu Ange sat in the yard, thinking about how to dig the first pot of gold.
Farming with advanced ideas? The school's land is all high-tech, and machines are used for plowing the land.
Shu Ange is not yet confident that he can plant the land well in this village where birds don't shit.
Besides, the land of their mother and son has long been occupied by their uncle, and the hard work of farming is just a marriage for others.
To farm, you must first have land. Shu Ange picked up a branch and scratched it on the ground, thinking about how to get the farmland.
After thinking for a while, Shu Ange came to a conclusion. Farming is a long-term project. Instead of making money from farming, it is better to find ways to raise a sum of money to find the original owner's father.
The same is true for making rouge with fragrance. Shu Ange and Song Shi have no time to wait.
As for the dance of neon clothes, a blockbuster, won the favor of the nobles. Shu Ange looked at his slender arms and slender legs, and he didn't look like that kind of charming and charming color.
Even if she has the color of the country, she has only Dihua in her heart.
After thinking about it a thousand times, Shu Ange's eyes wandered in the dilapidated yard. There was not much rice at home, and he might not have another meal after eating this meal.
In this difficult environment, Shu Ange sat on the big rock in the yard, holding his chin in thought.
Give her a fulcrum, she can't lift the earth, she can only lift the big rock under her butt, this is the difference between a great man and an ordinary person.
Fluttering, a dizzy sparrow suddenly fell into the yard, and then fluttered its wings in panic and flew away.
Shu Ange watched the birds fly away, a light flashed in her eyes, she finally figured out how to make money!
Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water to drink water, they lived in the ravines, with the vast green mountains behind them. People in Baoshan still didn’t know it. She was really stupid.
Rabbits, pheasants, foxes, snakes, fish and crabs, Shu Ange's saliva is about to flow down.
"An Le, why are you in a daze?"
Song shi looked at Shu Ange sitting there motionless, with a silly smile in his eyes, and asked a question worriedly when brushing the pot.
"It's nothing, mother, I want to play on the mountain tomorrow, and it's been a long time since I went up the mountain. Let me use the sickle and machete at home. I'm going to dig some wild vegetables and use a knife to defend myself."
It is normal for children in the mountains to go up the mountain, Song Shi snorted and instructed: "Don't run into the deep mountains, I heard that there are wolves in the depths of Shilonggou recently, don't take risks in your little girl's house. Reckless, go early and return early."
"Don't worry, when did I act rashly?"
Song shi said intentionally, when will your child not act rashly and be reluctant to let her daughter be sad.
Shu Ange said in a soft voice, her head was already spinning rapidly, searching for Shilonggou in the original owner's memory, thinking about where she should focus on Taobao.
There are many treasures in this mountain forest, mushrooms, wild vegetables, various herbs and precious wild ginseng. But in addition to wild vegetables, other valuable things are often watched and picked.
The transportation in the village is inconvenient. Most of the wild ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum collected are sold to the town at a low price, or people who come to the mountains to buy wild game medicinal materials.
After all, Dashan is too closed, and the villagers are destitute and have neither the brain nor the means to make money.
For some reason, every time Shu Ange worked hard, she would be extra hungry, but there was not enough food for her at home, so she could only be hungry.
As long as he thinks of the excitement of entering the mountains tomorrow and catching the prey, Shu Ange's eyes light up, and he can't wait for the moon to set and the sun to rise immediately.
In the early morning of the second day, when the sky was numb, Shu Ange got up very early, put the sickle and machete in the bamboo basket and carried them back, and was about to go out.
Song shi stopped Shu Ange: "You child, bring some food and water, why are you still as reckless as before."
As she spoke, she stuffed the bamboo tube and two noodle cakes into Shu Ange's back basket, and then patted her shoulder again, telling her to pay attention to her feet when going up the mountain, not to bump into them.
The warm words made Shu Ange ignited endless motivation. She nodded her head and headed towards Shilonggou with dry food and water.
Although it was early, there were already quite a few people working in the village. Shu Ange hummed a song and headed towards Shilonggou under the surprised eyes of everyone.
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