Chapter 11 Ding Dong, is it for sale?
When she was eleven years old, she first heard her mother calling her by her full name, and her eyes were slightly red with excitement.
Not far away, Erya, who was moving stones to build a chicken coop, froze and her eyes were wet.
In the past, when their mother called her three brothers by their full names, they envied them from the bottom of their hearts.
Even though they knew that as daughters they could not compare with their brothers, they still hoped that they could be recognized as daughters in their mother's heart - they dared not think about houses and money, but at least their mother would treat them the same in terms of verbal names.
"Mom, you, you"
"Yan Qiu is a nice name. Now that our family has moved out, we don't have to live by your grandma's face in the future.
Mom should still call you by your full names like you three brothers." Shuiqing felt that the evil mother-in-law was a brick, and she could be moved wherever she was needed.
It was quite useful.
After hearing this, Daya and Erya nodded sensibly. Yes, grandma didn't like daddy calling them by their full names before. It was just a name, so it was unnecessary.
But they really like the names that Daddy picked with great care, and now Mommy also recognizes them. They are the perfect Fan Yanqiu and Fan Xinghui.
"Mom, don't worry, I know mushrooms! I only pick skirt mushrooms and bamboo mushrooms in the bamboo forest, and I don't pick anything else." Fan Yanqiu raised a bright smile on her little face, and then picked up a bamboo basket and ran to the small hill in the bamboo forest.
There was not much food, and Daddy's work of copying books was unstable. Now the family had no money at all. If she picked more mushrooms and brought them back, she could save food for dinner.
Seeing the eldest daughter running away with brisk steps, Shuiqing didn't follow her.
She was not good at finding mushrooms, and the varieties she knew were also very limited, nothing more than the commonly eaten enoki mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, and shiitake mushrooms.
The expensive ones were only chicken mushrooms, bamboo fungus, and matsutake.
What do bamboo mushrooms and skirt mushrooms look like? She didn't know them at all.
It would be a waste of time to go there.
Now the most lacking thing at home is manpower, and she has to hurry up to work.
"Xinghui, I'll build the chicken coop. You go to the village to see if there are any more vegetable seeds. Oh, and bring some eggs to exchange." Shuiqing walked towards the second daughter.
She just came, and the original owner's memory was intermittent and incomplete. If she were to exchange, she might be exposed.
Fan Xinghui heard her mother calling her elder sister just now. Now she heard her mother calling her, and she hurriedly responded loudly, and then said: "Mom, moving stones is tiring. You were injured and bleeding this morning. Rest for a while."
Shuiqing looked at her second daughter who was as thin as a bamboo pole. She had to use all her strength to move the stones, and she couldn't lie down.
Seeing her mother pulling up her sleeves to work, Xinghui looked up at the sun in the sky and said, "Mom, I can build the chicken coop by myself.
You go dig a stove hole. When my elder sister comes back from picking mushrooms, she can cook."
Digging a stove hole is less laborious than moving stones. Mom was injured this morning and couldn't fall down from exhaustion.
Shuiqing looked at the sun, and after digging the stove hole and collecting firewood, it was indeed time to cook dinner.
The people in Shanshui Village eat two meals a day during the slack season and three meals a day during the busy season.
It is now the end of August, the autumn harvest has passed, and the winter wheat has not yet started, which is the slack season.
Eat the first meal at around ten in the morning, called lunch, and eat dinner at four or five in the afternoon when it is still light.
After eating, wash while there is still light, so there is no need to light the oil lamp.
Lamp oil is expensive, and people in the village will not light oil lamps easily.
Shuiqing ate half a black-faced steamed bun in the morning, and now it is almost consumed. Thinking of the two daughters who can reflect the shadow of a person, he feels even hungrier!
"Okay, I'll go dig the stove hole first, and make you delicious dinner later."
Hearing that there is food, Xinghui is first happy.
Then she thought of the food at home and said sensibly, "Mom, you need to make up for your injury. Just make your portion of the delicious food!
Isn't there a sack of wheat bran? My elder sister and I can also eat wheat bran in mushroom soup."
Shuiqing always thought that it was good for her children to be sensible. Now her blood-related daughter's words were too sensible, and her nose was sour.
She couldn't even swallow the wheat bran, so how could a child like it!
She touched her second daughter's rough yellowish hair and said softly, "In the future, the whole family will eat the same food.
If there is good food, we will eat the good food together, and if there is bad food, we will eat the bad food together."
No food sharing system.
Men eat better than women, and sons eat better than daughters, and a family is forcibly divided into different levels.
A family looks down on each other, and unity? That's a dream.
Xinghui looked at the determination in her mother's eyes, opened her mouth, and finally said, "Okay."
Mom, it's great.
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After digging the stove hole, Shuiqing went to the back mountain to fiddle around. Her efforts paid off and she finally found a flat stone slab.
It was about the same size as a large frying pan, which was enough for making pancakes.
Yes, she wanted to use this stone slab to make pancakes.
They got a clay pot for stewing soup from the Fan family.
There was no iron pot, and in her memory, a large iron pot cost six or seven hundred coins, and even a small iron pot cost three or four hundred coins.
When she read novels in the past, Shuiqing felt that it was less than one or two taels of silver, which was very cheap for jewelry that cost dozens or hundreds of taels.
But now she was penniless and experienced the embarrassment of a penny stumbling a hero.
After washing the stone slab clean, Shuiqing returned to the cooking place and began to dig a second stove hole next to the original stove hole.
When she looked up, she saw her husband with red lips and white teeth coming back with two loofahs and the skinny Xinghui.
The loofah was probably given by the Li family.
The two looked depressed.
Xing Hui was about to cry.
“What’s wrong?” Shui Qing asked while digging a hole.
"Mother, many families in the village have already planted vegetables. There are no extra vegetable seeds, and there are not many families with vegetable seeds.
Look, these are all I can get back." Xinghui handed the vegetable seeds wrapped in leaves to Shuiqing.
There were seven or eight leaves wrapped in leaves. To be honest, there were more than Shuiqing thought.
After all, it was seven or eight kinds of vegetables, right?
She said casually: "It's okay, seven or eight kinds of vegetables are enough to eat."
Xinghui was not as optimistic as her mother. Thinking of winter, she said worriedly: "It's not about the style, but the quantity. There are not many seeds in it."
Originally, I thought of planting more vegetables and taking good care of them. Eating more vegetables in winter can also fill my stomach a little.
Now there are not enough vegetable seeds, what should I do.
Fan Jin was thinking about going to the city tomorrow to take more book copying work.
He originally wanted to build a thatched house at home before going, but now it seems that he has to earn the money for the vegetable seeds first, so that the seeds he bought back will not affect the sowing.
Iron pots, fire starters, clothes, bedding, food, oil, salt... There are so many things missing at home...
Shuiqing didn't worry too much. After all, she had built everything from nothing by working hard.
She was now thinking about making money, making money, making a lot of money!
"Mom, Dad, look, I picked a lot of mushrooms!" Fan Yanqiu ran quickly with a big basket of mushrooms and arrived in front of the three of them in a blink of an eye.
"Ding Dong, authentic and pure wild chicken mushrooms were detected, one pound and four ounces, and bamboo fungus, two pounds, are you selling them?"