Qingling had a full meal, sat in the courtyard to enjoy the cool after the meal, with Xiaojin on her knees, holding a pu fan in her hand, looking up at the stars in the sky for a while, watching the fireflies flying in the low altitude for a while, and sighing that the years were quiet. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The backyard door was broken, and she picked up a thick stump, and asked Xiao Jin to knock it half a foot deep into the ground, and simply blocked the back door.

Moreover, the news of her poisonous snake must have spread wildly in the village, so she is not afraid of a young person touching the door. There is also Xiaojin on the left and right, compared to last night, this one's heart is much more settled.

Lin Yang stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the people in the courtyard, eager to be close to her, but afraid of being bumped into by the villagers, hesitated for a long time, and finally let out a sigh, did not come forward to disturb, turned around and walked into the night.

If it goes well, the return to the city will come down at the end of the year or next year.

At this juncture, there must be no mistakes.

If the love of children is long, and the love of children is long, there must also be an economic foundation. If he wants to choose between his sweetheart and staying in this poor and bad ghost place for the rest of his life, there is no doubt that he chooses the latter.

So, Yingfang, you wait for me!

Wait for me to pick you up and go to the capital!

……

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Qingling got up from bed refreshed.

It's good to have Xiaojin here, and sleep steadily. After two days of taking medicine, my right arm didn't hurt as much as before, and I slept soundly all night.

I took out a bowl of cowpea and eggplant fragrant rice left over from last night from the vegetable cupboard, poured it into the pot, added a scoop of water, and slowly boiled it into porridge. While cleaning your teeth and washing your face.

When she was drinking porridge, she saw the villagers carrying hoes and shovels passing by her yard with a smile and a smile, thinking that they were working together.

Qingling sighed, with the blessing of her arm, she can still adapt to it at home for a while.

When his arm is healed, he still has to work in the field with a hoe and shovel. Otherwise, by the end of the year, there will be no rations of a few catties.

Although in addition to earning work, households registered in the village can indeed get rations according to their heads even if they do not work, and they can survive by saving some food. But pork, as well as some non-staple foods that produce less output, and even money, have always been distributed according to work. Those who earn less get less, and those who don't earn are not eligible to share.

For those pounds of pork and a few big bucks at the end of the year, who doesn't work hard to earn work?

Qingling also thought about wrapping dumplings and two meat dishes for the New Year, rewarding herself and Xiaojin. If you don't earn work, where does the fragrant meat come from?

Oh yes, she also has a small ginseng plant, and while it is fresh and full, she hurriedly sends it to the old doctor to estimate the price. Let the old doctor do it himself. Her arm hurt and it was inconvenient.

Of course, all this has to be done secretly. For example, villagers exchange surplus rice and flour for eggs, or cloth for food rations, all in private. This world does not allow ordinary people to buy and sell, otherwise it is to cut the tail of capitalism.

I don't understand what capitalism is, but it's not a good thing to smash it. Then come cautiously and be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

It's a fine weather today, and before Qingling goes out, she spreads the lost eggplant strips and cowpeas on a rice sieve and rests on the stone slab where she brushes her clothes.

Two bamboo tripods were moved to the center of the courtyard, and a long bamboo pole was set up between them to dry the washed clothes.

A bag of old cotton wool was turned out in the east house, which was also spread out in the sun to remove moisture and drive away insects.

In the Far North Underground Palace, there is no such thing as basking in the sun. Clothes, bedding, medicinal herbs, etc., are all carried out in the greenhouse. The four walls of the conservatory are hollow, and the hot smoke from the conservatory enters the conservatory wall through the pipe, surrounds a circle, and finally exits through the flue of the conservatory.

In this way, the conservatory is warm and dry all year round. The entire underground palace built five or six conservatories around the house, which were used for drying clothes, bedding, medicinal herbs, dried vegetables, and so on. In short, in the underground palace, the conservatory replaces the sun.

This is obviously not the case here. Qingling felt the warmth of the morning sun, it was only morning, and she was already sweating when she moved hotly, and at noon and noon, she could scorch people under the sun.

Look down and smell your clothes, that sour smell. If you don't take off the splint that hangs your arm for a day, you can't change your clothes for a day, and you can wipe it with a wet towel at most.

Qingling wrinkled her nose and decided to go to the old doctor's house and go directly to the mountain to escape the heat, so as to sweat less. By the way, pick some wild fruits back, don't you have a well at home, the bamboo basket is soaked in the water of the hanging well, eat a few when you are cool at night, think about it and be cool.

"Xiao Jin, let's go!"

Put on the basket, lock the doors and windows, and follow the impression to the old doctor's house first.

On the way, she met a villager who rushed to work in the field, and a curious person asked her, "Isn't this a beautiful girl?

Qingling raised her right arm, and the logical reason was: "Find Dr. Zhang for a follow-up." ”

"At this point, Lao Zhang hasn't gone to the health center yet. Are you going to his house? Turn left in front of you, and there is a pomegranate tree in front of the door. ”

"Thank you, Uncle. ”

Qingling nodded and politely thanked the other party. Sure enough, when I turned left, I saw two pomegranate trees in front of a house. Zhang Youkang's wife, Grandma Chen, is feeding chickens in the yard. Seeing Qingling coming to the door, she greeted her with a smile: "You are Jianjun's daughter, right? Old man, old man, there's a guest at home!"

After yelling, he said to Qingling: "Girl, sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water." ”

"Grandma, don't be busy, I'll talk to Grandpa Zhang and leave. ”

"If you're not busy, you're not busy, why don't you just pour a glass of water. You sit, the old man is drying his precious medicinal herbs in the backyard, and he will come in a while. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Youkang came in through the back door, saw that it was Qingling, and said with a smile: "It's you, girl, what's wrong?

"It doesn't hurt, the medicine you prescribed, it won't hurt in less than two days. Qingling explained, "I'm here today because I want to ask you for help. She took out the small ginseng from her back basket, "This is what I dug up in the mountains a few days ago, and I wanted to hide it and use it when I need it, but you know, I ...... it."

Zhang Youkang nodded in understanding, led Qingling into the small room where he had seen a prescription a few years earlier, put on reading glasses, took the mountain ginseng and looked at it carefully:

Although the vintage is only in the early teens, it is full of wildness. In recent years, it is rare to dig up ginseng with such good quality, and after rumors of wolves in the mountains, everyone did not dare to enter casually...... How much are you going to change? It's not that I'm going to scare you little girl, take this thing to the acquisition station, and give you twenty dollars to the sky. ”

Qingling thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter how much money you have, can you exchange some tickets for me?"

To survive here, in addition to food and money, you also need all kinds of tickets.

You need a ticket to buy oil, you need a ticket to buy salt, you need a ticket to buy tofu, and you need a ticket to make clothes...... In short, most things have to have a ticket to buy. Moreover, the colorful and varied tickets seem to be concentrated in the towns.