After tidying up in the house for a while, she went to the kitchen.

The kitchen, next to the main house, was a small room made of stone and adobe, with two dilapidated stoves, two large iron pots, pots and pans, but they were old, and some of them were still notched.

The kitchen cabinet was empty, with only three stoneware pots inside.

Ruoshui took out the three stoneware pots one by one and looked at them.

One jar contains half a jar of lard, one contains half a jar of salt, and one contains a black miso sauce, which is a noodle sauce, which is the sauce that people here like to use for stir-frying, which is equivalent to soy sauce in the previous life.

Rummaging through the entire kitchen, there is no other spice left.

Next to the cabinet is a stone table, on which are placed two large jars, one for rice and one for noodles.

If the jars of water were opened one by one, the jars of rice would have been empty long ago, and there were spider webs in them, and if it weren't for the two grains of old rice left under the jars, she wouldn't have been able to tell that the jars were originally used to hold rice.

The other jar of noodles is fine, and there is a small half jar of white noodles inside.

But I don't know how long this white flour has been stored here, and there are insects in it.

However, it looks pretty good, and you can eat it when you take it out to dry it.

Now that the sun is shining outside, Ruoshui moved the large jar to the door and placed it on top of the big rock, allowing the white side inside to bask in the sun.

As soon as the sun broke, the moths that had made their home in it flew away.

There was nothing to eat in the kitchen, except for a rabbit leg that Qi Zhuang left for her yesterday.

After walking around the yard a few times, she decided to go to the nearby town, buy two pieces of cloth to make clothes for the men, and buy some edible vegetables to come back.

Before going out, she straightened her hair.

Half of the original owner's second girl braided his hair into two whips and hung down in front of him.

Therefore, Ruoshui also combed two whips according to Erya's appearance.

Most of the little girls in the village dress up like this.

After taking the basket from the house, locking the door, Ruoshui set off for the town.

The village is very close to the town, and it takes less than half a cup of tea to arrive.

Today is not the day to rush the scene, so there are not many people in the town.

As soon as he walked into the town, Ruoshui smelled a sweet smell coming from the roadside stall.

There's an old man over there who sells maltose.

In the memory of the original owner, the old man had been selling maltose there since she was very young.

Erya occasionally followed the people in the village to the town to catch up with the market, but she didn't have any money in her hand, and when she saw other little girls of the same age buying maltose to eat, she could only watch silently, standing aside and drooling.

She stood on the street, silently put her hand in her pocket, felt for a copper plate, and bought a piece of candy.

I couldn't wait to put it in my mouth, smashed it twice, and a sweet taste filled my mouth.

"It's so sweet."

This body is too weak, and it needs to eat more delicious food to make up for it.

While eating the candy cube, he walked forward.

She didn't go far before she arrived at the fabric shop, where she walked into the shop and bought some blue cotton cloth to use to make clothes for Qi Zhuang.

Ruoshui inherited Erya's memory, and she knew everything about needlework and other guys.

In the past, when she was in Lao Liu's house, Mrs. Liu often asked her to make clothes for the men in the family.