Lying on the kang for a while, Han Yao tentatively and slowly got up, just together he was dizzy for a while, and his head hit hard in the morning, a little slight brain shock), and now he is dizzy when he moves his warhead.

She closed her eyes and rested for a long time, waiting for her head to be less dizzy, and then slowly moved her son to the ground.

The house is like a cold ice cellar, she has to burn a little fire to keep warm, otherwise if she lies down like this, she will freeze to death even if she doesn't crash to death.

She leaned against the wall and slowly walked into the kitchen.

The layout of the kitchen is the same as the layout of most people's homes in the northern countryside, as soon as you enter the kitchen, there are two stoves on the left and one back, each stove is equipped with a large iron pot with eight seals, and there are pots and forks, lids, grates, spoons, water scoops and other things on the pot table, there are two tanks not far from the pot table, one is the water tank, one is the sauerkraut tank, the northeast corner is a firewood pile for firewood, the firewood pile is piled with the most common firewood in the north - bud rice pole, the northwest corner of the firewood pile is the bowl shelf where the dishes and chopsticks are placed, The pots and pans at home, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are all placed in it.

Although Han Yao is a post-80s generation, he grew up in the northern countryside in his last life, and he is very familiar with this rural kitchen pattern.

When she had finished looking at the kitchen, she filled the pit with a bud pole, lit a fire, and scooped water into the water tank with a gourd scoop, intending to brush the pot and make something to eat.

When the head of the water tank was lifted, her reflection was suddenly reflected in the tank.

A young girl of a young age, with big eyes, a pointed face, and a dirty strip of rag wrapped around her forehead, and the strip of cloth was covered with scarlet blood, which looked shocking.

Han Yao looked at the strip of cloth that bandaged the wound, and his eyelids jumped!

This buried strip of cloth, like a rag, wrapped around the wound and waiting to get infected?

So, she didn't care about cooking, so she quickly found a clean basin from the space, brushed it again, scooped up the water, and brought it to the east room.

She remembered that there was a washbasin-sized mirror in her house, which was set on the wall of the east room, and that she had to look in the mirror to dress her wounds.

There are three houses in the family, and the east room is the house where her father and mother used to live, and now that her father and mother are gone, this house is empty.

After entering the house, I saw that there was a big kang on the south windowsill in the house, and a broken kang mat was spread on the kang, and there was a large cabinet with a red background painted on the ground, on which a thick layer of ash fell, and a few wicker baskets were placed in front of the cabinet, a large basket with a diameter of one meter, and a dustpan and a few commonly used farm tools.

At the door, there is a stool, on which is a basin, and on the wall above the washbasin is the only mirror in the house, and there is a nail next to the mirror, and there is a towel that has been used for an unknown number of years.

After a brief glance at the room, Han Yao looked at the mirror and untied the rags wrapped around his forehead.

At this time, the wound on the forehead was already in a semi-crusted state, and the coagulated blood was stuck to the rag strips, and when the strips of cloth were pulled down, the wound was torn open alive.

"Shh

Han Yao grinned in pain, and hurriedly bent down to clean, until the basin of water was washed red, and her forehead was no longer bleeding, she took out the medicine box from the space, put some medicine, and wrapped the wound with gauze.

After dressing the wound, she suddenly saw several wooden planks laid side by side under the baskets and baskets, and she thought for a while, and remembered that this was a vegetable cellar, and the family's grain and vegetables were stored in this vegetable cellar.

Han Yao walked over, took away the wooden board, and looked inside the mouth of the vegetable cellar, which was about two and a half meters deep, and there were black holes inside, and some bags and autumn vegetables were placed in a mess.

She used her mind to collect all the contents of the cellar.

As a result, there was a basket of potatoes, a basket of sweet potatoes, more than a dozen cabbages, more than 20 radish, five gourds, a small bag of bud rice and half a bag of sorghum rice, as well as seven or eight catties of soybeans and a small pot of millet in the space!

Han Yao frowned.

Why is that all there is to it?

It's winter now, the production team has just divided the grain for more than two months, she remembers that she divided two hundred catties of grain, and after grinding, there are one hundred and twenty or thirty catties of leather shells, and there are rice and white noodles, although it is not much, but it will be enough for her to eat the grain next year, but why is this the only thing left?

She thought about it for a moment, and quickly figured out where her food had gone!

In my memory, it was she who came to take the food away, saying that she couldn't eat so much for a little girl, so she was told to save some food, deal with it in one bite, and save the food for her cousins and cousins to eat!

Not only the food, but also the twenty-two yuan and seven cents she shared, and the oil stamps and cloth stamps, etc., were all told to go to Ka Chi, in her words: she is still young, and she can't take care of things, if she leaves these things here, she will lose them, she will take them for her first, and if she wants to buy something, she will ask her to go.

was an honest and timid person, and she was used to being bullied, although she knew that she would never be able to get these things back when they reached her hands, but she didn't dare to resist, and obediently gave all the money and food stamps to others!

Thinking of this, Han Yao was so angry, he couldn't wait to immediately carry a stick to the old lady's house and snatch those things back.

But when I calmed down and thought about it, I felt that it was not good, just the old lady's son who sacrificed her life and money, and when the food and money arrived in her hands, it was equivalent to entering the tiger's mouth, and she wanted to ask her to spit out the money and food in her hand again, even if the human brain was beaten into a dog's brain, she didn't wait to get it!

It's better to bear with it first, and wait until she finds the right opportunity to talk about it, or she will go to the past recklessly now, and if she doesn't come back, she will be beaten up.

In the consciousness of the people in Tunli, it is a matter of course to beat her granddaughter, no one will stand on her side, she doesn't want to go to the chase to find a fight!

She had no choice but to put aside the food matter first and go back to the kitchen to cook.

There is nothing to eat at home, the staple food is bud rice ballast, sorghum rice, not millet seeds, vegetables are only radishes, cabbage and potatoes, as for oil and water, she rummaged through the kitchen shelves, and did not find a drop of oil.

There is one oil bottle, but it has long been empty, and the ash in it has fallen so thick with a big money, it can be seen that she has not eaten oil and water for a long time, no wonder she is so thin!

Fortunately, she still has a little rice and white flour in her space, and some oil, otherwise she will suffer!

She made a crab porridge, cut a plate of shredded radish, mixed it into a sweet and sour taste, and squeezed a glass of orange juice, meat and vegetables, vegetables and fruits, and a dinner full of color and flavor was ready.