In the past, there were still wild vegetables to eat, but now I don't even have to eat wild vegetables.

Cheng Guihua secretly complained in her heart that she should have married to Changfeng Village in the first place.

At that time, no one found two families for her, one was Zhao Tiangang and the other was from Changfeng Village, in fact, the conditions of the other family were better than Zhao Tiangang's family, but she chose Zhao Tiangang, and the reason why she chose Zhao Tiangang at that time was because Zhao Tiangang was tall and handsome at that time. At that time, it was the little girl's family, so naturally she was more inclined to a man like Zhao Tiangang, and the little girl's family was simple-minded and didn't think so much. At this time, Cheng Guihua only felt that she regretted it a little.

If she hadn't chosen Zhao Tiangang at that time, but married into Changfeng Village, she would definitely be a little happier now.

At that time, it was a little girl's family, and she was not sensible. Now I just feel that what you look like, what you look like, that's all bullshit, and being rich is the last word.

When you have money, you can at least eat and clothe yourself. Eat and drink well, unlike now, life is tight, and every day you pick the money in your hand to live.

There is a big drought at this time, and it is troublesome to get some water in Zhaojia Village, Cheng Guihua only feels that she has not taken a bath for a long time, her body is very uncomfortable, and her body is really itchy.

But this is not the case in Changfeng Village, where the water in the river has not dried up.

Cheng Guihua thought that if she had married into Changfeng Village, she probably wouldn't have to suffer such a crime.

"Dajuan, go to the jar and get a handful of pickles for me." Cheng Guihua commanded.

"Oh, mother, I'll go!" Zhao Dajuan responded.

There are a lot of pickles pickled in the jar at home, all of which were pickled last winter. Now Cheng Guihua only feels that she is very witty, and she pickled a little more last winter. Otherwise, this time. I didn't even have vegetables to eat at home, so I could only drink porridge.

Zhao Dajuan fished out a handful of pickles from the jar.

"Dajuan, wash me with rice water." Cheng Guihua commanded again.

"Ao ......" Zhao Dajuan washed the pickles with the rice washing water in the morning.

After washing, he handed it to Cheng Guihua.

Cheng Guihua commanded Zhao Dajuan to burn the fire in front of the stove cave.

Holding a handful of pickles, Cheng Guihua chopped up. Wait until the pan is hot and put two drops of rapeseed oil in it. I put a plate of pickles in it and stir-fried.

Cheng Guihua stretched her neck and smelled it, it was so fragrant! It still smells good about rapeseed oil!

"Mother, what are we going to eat today?" Zhao Dajuan stretched out and asked.

"What to eat, what to eat, what else to eat, drink porridge. Some of them are good to eat, don't you know how many families in our village are starving to death? ”

"Ao ......" Zhao Dajuan pursed her lips and licked the corners of her mouth.

She just felt that life was too tight.

It's been a long time since I've eaten white rice, and when I drink porridge and porridge every day, I really miss the fragrant taste of white rice.

"Dajuan, the fire is bigger, the dishes in this pot have no reaction!" Cheng Guihua muttered.

Zhao Dajuan just wanted to eat rice, and she was distracted. For a while, I forgot to stuff firewood into the stove.

Zhao Dajuan was told this by Cheng Guihua, her heart tightened, and she hurriedly left and stuffed a grass ball in.

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