There are a lot of rooms between the halls, six meters from north to south, and four meters from east to west, and there are two doors open on the east and west walls. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info only these three rooms, there are four bedrooms, which is much higher than the utilization rate of that world.

There are two sets of sofas in the hall, and in front of each sofa there is a long coffee table of more than one meter. Due north is a long table, in front of the table is a table of eight immortals, there is a dragon head carved wooden chair on both sides, and the jujube wood red paint sets off the rich and simple of the hall house.

It seems that the younger brother's living situation is good, at least he has no worries about food, clothing and housing.

Seeing that there was a desk calendar on the strip, Wang Xiaohua-Mei hurriedly climbed onto the wooden chair of the dragon head to take a look. Although she found a newspaper from 2005, it was uncertain whether it was this year, and she wanted to know what year this life was, although it didn't mean much, at least she knew the exact age of her younger siblings.

The calendar reads "August 22, 2005, July 18, Year of the Rooster"

It seems that this is the year 2005 for sure!

I suddenly remembered the third and eighth major gatherings in Wangdian Village, today is exactly July 18, so to speak, today is the market day in the village. Remember the days, if it's possible in the future, it's also good to come and catch a set.

Then the day of going to the grave on July 15 has passed, and if you want to see your sister Wang Xiaoye, you must go to the county seat.

"Little girl, what grade are you in?"

Probably Wang Guiyong saw that she was looking attentively, walked over and asked with a smile.

"Third grade. Wang Xiaohua replied vividly. Hurry up and leave the bar.

She is nine years old, and the modern child of her previous life went to school at the age of seven, and the nine-year-old child is in the third grade.

"Do you know all the words on the desk calendar?" Wang Guiyong had nothing to say.

"Well, some don't know. ”

"What village are you from?"

I am from this village, this is my home, and you are my own brother. Wang Xiaohua-Mei said in her heart, but she lowered her head and didn't say anything more, and tears rolled in her eyes.

"What are you asking, look at the embarrassment of the child!" Gu Xinru, who came out of the house, blamed.

Wang Guiyong: "It's good to tell me, as soon as I ask her which village she is from, I won't say anything." ”

"If the child doesn't want to say, don't ask. Gu Xinru said, handing Wang Xiaohua a small cloth bag and a small sun hat: "This is a few small single clothes from my daughter's childhood, they are outdated, you can wear them if you like them, and throw them away if you don't like them." When you tell your mother that it was given by a grandmother, she says that you don't need it, and you can put it at home.

"This little sun hat belongs to my nephew, and I came to the market and bought a new one, so I don't want this. I saw that you didn't wear a hat, so I gave it to you. Wearing a shade from the sun is also cool. ”

Wang Xiaohua-Mei nodded and waved her hand: "Grandpa, grandma, goodbye!" After speaking, holding the cloth bag and holding the hat, "quack" and "quack" ran out.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would have to cry out loud if she couldn't keep it!

As he walked, he cried and thought: "Sad! Call your younger brother and sister "grandpa" and "grandma"!

Flashes into a spatial passage where no one is around.

First of all, I wore a hat, and it was just the right size. My brother and sister were so understanding, she must have looked at my uneven hair, and was so kind that she gave me her nephew's hat. With the attitude of his younger brother and sister, he has to be kind to his younger brother in this life.

I untied the cloth bag again and looked at it, and it turned out that I was given all summer clothes. There are dresses, skirts, denim shorts, cropped pants, strappy pants and half-sleeved shirts. There are nice decorations on dresses and half-sleeved shirts.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei tried it, and the size was just right, just like tailor-made for herself. She still doesn't know what styles are in her previous life, and she thinks she can wear any of them.

But not in the reality of rebirth, there are no sewing machines (at least not in the countryside), clothes are all by hand, it is good to do it with thick needles and threads, and no one decorates the patterns on the clothes.

Neither does the cloth. Most of them are chemical fibers, and the patterns of cotton cloth are also novel, but there is no one at all in reality! It seems that if you want to change the clothes of reality, you have to think a lot.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei put her clothes in the space passage, opened the front door, and she was in the grove again!

On the North and South Roads, there were already members who had left their jobs and walked to the village, and the team headquarters also rang the bell - it was time for the canteen to open.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei returned to the space and walked back from the dripping eaves of the front door. She wanted to try again how people reacted to space.

The driver who drove last night ignored her, I don't know if it was because of the light and shadow?

Wang Xiaohua-Mei walked out of the woods with space, saw that no one looked at her, and boldly walked to the middle of the road, allowing people to walk by. She knows in her heart: she sees herself, a fool, and it is reasonable not to know the way.

What made her so happy was that no one looked at her, and some even walked over her body. She didn't feel the hit at all, and the man didn't know it, still talking and laughing and walking his own way, as if nothing had happened.

Wow! People can't see themselves at all!

It's good that I can move freely in the space, go wherever I want, and worry about being seen.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei happily jumped a few times on the dripping eaves of the front door, returned to the grove, and ran to the production team headquarters after flashing out.

Breakfast is millet porridge, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns. Due to the large number of people who can't fry it, there are three fritters per person, and there are enough steamed buns.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei only ate two fritters to be full, and the remaining one was given to Wang Da Belly at the adjacent table. didn't admit it, but in exchange for Wang Da's grateful gaze. This is the first time since being reborn that he has been overlooked, and Wang Xiaohua-Mei is so happy that she can't help it.

It seems that not everyone is disgusted with fools. As long as you communicate with people, you will be able to slowly get people to accept you. Only by integrating can you give full play to your own rebirth advantages!

After breakfast, Wang Xiaohua-Mei found that except for the two cooks and the two elderly old ladies with small feet, Grandma Pu and Grandma Li, and the widow, all the other women in the kitchen had changed.

It turned out that the team divided the adult women of the team into three groups and took turns to help in the room. Today is the day of the shift change.

The old lady with small feet is an auxiliary laborer, and arranges to choose vegetables and make a fire in the room. The widow is said to be in poor health, and is a long shift in the dormitory. However, people talked behind their backs, saying that Accountant Chen proposed to the captain to take care of her orphans and widows.

couldn't see her mother Ma Huien, Wang Xiaohua-Mei was like a lost soul. Sitting in the dining room in a daze, watching the people clean up the table.

There were leftovers on the table, as well as mouthfuls thrown everywhere, and even fried dough sticks. The helper's woman carried a bucket of swill, which she put away in droit and kept it to feed the pigs.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei suddenly felt distressed.

In rural areas, steamed bread is the best dry food. The individual single is outdated, and only the New Year's Festival and the guests are willing to steam a pot.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei, who has lived once in this era, also knows that such a big meal and drink can only last a few months, and it will be stretched thin by the end of the year.

After the New Year, there was a great famine. Not to mention steamed buns, there are no nests. These thrown steamed buns will be so precious at that time! Maybe they will save the lives of a few people.