There are many people, the bedroom is quickly cleaned up, and the places that can't be reached by the roof are all made by Zhao Youqian holding Gu Abao, this stupid big man is not tired at all. When Aunt Gu saw it, she simply took a breath and took everyone to take care of more than a dozen rooms. There is only a stove left in the kitchen, and it is appropriate to put the pot brought by Aunt Gu on it.

There is not even a water tank at home, and even drinking water is served from Aunt Gu's house. There is a well in the yard, but it has not been used for many years, and there is no water.

Aunt Gu thought that it would be more convenient to have a well at home after all, so she asked Gu Abao to find her eldest son over, and borrowed tools to dig the well, and worked hard for a long time, and finally there was clean water in the well. Aunt Gu's eldest son was also very enthusiastic, and helped to fill the rack at the wellhead to shake water, and the rope barrel was also delivered, Zhao Youqian and Sun Siyuan were very grateful.

When the well was ready, Aunt Gu's daughter-in-law had already called someone for lunch, and Aunt Gu wanted to bring Zhao Youqian and Sun Siyuan over to eat, but Sun Siyuan refused, and only borrowed rice and noodles from Aunt Gu, saying that she would cook and eat by herself.

Aunt Gu couldn't, so she only asked Gu Abao to send her a few catties of noodles, a few catties of rice, and a handful of things like lettuce, this thing is called weaving vegetables, which can be eaten raw, and the growth environment is diverse, and it can be found in front of the house all year round.

For cooking, Sun Siyuan was originally a half-ass, but fortunately, she stayed in the kitchen when she was at Sun's house, so after a little thought, Sun Siyuan decided to spread the cake and eat it.

The raw materials of the cake are simple, and the method is also simple, you only need to stir the noodles and water well, and when the pot is hot, wipe the pot with oil, pour the batter into it, spread it out and wipe it evenly, turn it over from time to time, and it will be cooked in a while. Of course, the batter is more delicious with salt and green onions, but after all, Aunt Gu can't take care of everything, and there is no oil, I'm afraid that the cake will be mushy.

After reconciling, Sun Siyuan remembered an important thing, there is no firewood in the kitchen, and there is no fire in this world, and the fire can only be made by flint! Looking at the two small stones placed on the side of the stove, Sun Siyuan was not sure if they could still make a fire after so many years of uselessness?

went to Gu Auntie's house to pull the grass from the haystack, and used flint to make a fire, at first it was Sun Siyuan, but then it was unsuccessful Zhao Youqian couldn't stand it, so he grabbed it and tried it, and it took a long time to succeed. There was no oil to wipe the pot, and the cakes were all paste, but with the weaving vegetables, the two of them ate very satisfied.

Looking at Zhao Youqian, who had no image and was sitting on the ground licking his fingers clean, Sun Siyuan was sullen in her heart, this person was not the husband she wanted, but only after getting along for half a day, she could feel that he put himself in his heart.

If you are hungry, you should give her the porridge to drink first, and then eat the bread when she is full. All the money was given to the doctor, for her, but he didn't tell her, she still learned about it from Aunt Gu.

She was grateful, she was moved, but the fantasy that had been ingrained since she was a child told her that this man was not suitable for her, and she didn't want to live with such a person for the rest of her life.

Zhao Youqian didn't know what kind of intense psychological activities his wife was experiencing, he just scratched his head and told his mother, "Siyuan, our family has no money, you haven't woken up these days, I don't dare to leave, now that you wake up, I will go to the town to work, Aunt Gu told me that there is also a wharf in the town, but there is not often work...... I used to work in the docks, experienced, can earn dozens of dollars a day, I will pay after I finish working, although it is less than the monthly settlement, but then I can buy you delicious food, you just have this clothes, and when you earn money, I will buy you clothes, do you think about it? ”

When Sun Siyuan heard this, her eyes were astringent. This man who is useless in her eyes, in the most difficult moment, but puts herself, a lady who has been married for only three days, in the first place, she dislikes him in her heart, but he regards her as a treasure.

Forget it, God has said that this man is the one I have ordained. Sun Siyuan comforted herself, what else is happier than marrying someone who loves her, appearance or something, and there is still a chance, it is much better than marrying a beautiful man with bad conduct. So, let me transform you!

Sun Siyuan looked at Zhao Youqian and quietly added him to his future plans. If you don't fall in love for a long time, if you still can't fall in love with you after the transformation, then God's prophecy is wrong, and I will find a good lady for you!

Sun Siyuan did not stop Zhao Youqian from going to the town dock to find a job, she needed a little time to plan for the future, and before that she had to make sure that she would not be starved to death.

The sun gradually set, Zhao Youqian put the bed back in place, spread the quilt back on the bed, ate the rice porridge boiled by Sun Siyuan, and the two of them rested.

Sun Siyuan is still a little uncomfortable with the matter of sharing a bed, but the conditions do not allow her to be picky, the night in early spring is still quite cold, if she insists on sleeping separately, it must be Zhao Youqian sleeping on the shabby quilt, she can't bear it, and it seems that Zhao Youqian doesn't mean anything with her.

Early the next morning, Zhao Youqian warmed the rice porridge and drank it, and left after drinking, listening to him say that he was going to take the ox cart of the old man Wang's family in the village. Sun Siyuan didn't get up until after Zhao Youqian left, she heard that she had ten acres of land in the village, and decided to go to the village chief's house to ask.

This matter is not complicated, the village chief told her that the matter of ten acres of land is indeed true, but it has always been planted in the village, and the rest of the grain collected in addition to paying taxes is distributed to the farmer, she wants to get the field back, but it is a little difficult to recover the previous rent.

Sun Siyuan doesn't care about these anymore, as long as she can get the land back. Fortunately, the village chief promised that now the crops growing in the field would belong to her, and the villagers would not ask her for it.

Six of the ten acres of land are planted together, and the wheat planted can mature in a month, and the rice field behind her manor, four acres are her own, and it has not been long since it was planted, but the rice grows fast, and it should not take long to mature.

From my previous memories, I learned that agriculture in this world is developed, but the year is not divided into four seasons like the earth, but into cold and hot seasons.

There are 420 days in a year, each month is 30 days, there is no difference between the big month and the small month, 14 months in a year, the coldest month of the cold season is the end of the year, and the old and new years alternate in the 14th month and the new January. In April, only wheat was planted in the field, and the rest of the crops were either harvested or had not yet been planted.

Sun Siyuan sighed, she must popularize the concept of spring, summer, autumn and winter all year round, now it is obviously spring! This spring breeze in February is like a season of scissors, without the four seasons, how many beautiful ancient Chinese poems will be useless!

She planned silently in her heart, well, January, February, March and April will be called spring; May, June and July are called summer, and the hottest June and July in memory are the peasants who dare not go out without wearing straw hats; October is called autumn; Eleven, twelve, thirteenth, and fourteenth months are called winter.

Well, perfect! After she finished planning like this, she silently praised herself in her heart, and put this matter down, after all, she couldn't just run to others and tell people, she thought that two seasons a year was not as good as four seasons a year, right? How can she explain the strange idea of the four seasons of the year, it is estimated that there are no four words in this world: spring, summer, autumn and winter! Later, later!