Out of space.

Jiang Ping'an carried a hoe and a basket on his back, and walked to the field.

On the way, he pulled a lot of grassroots roots and planted them in the space, which can be used to raise chickens and ducks.

This year's drought was severe, and a small patch of winter wheat planted in the self-cultivated field grew sparsely.

Jiang Ping'an did not dislike it, put down the back basket, and carefully waved the hoe to dig up the wheat seedlings.

"It's a staple food! Or plant it in the space to make people down-to-earth! "He's very motivated.

In winter, the soil is frozen and solid, but fortunately, Jiang Ping'an has the strength to do it, and he is not tired, but he is hungry.

After being busy for nearly two hours, all the wheat seedlings were dug up and planted in the space, and Jiang Ping'an was instantly steady.

"And a small piece of radish and cabbage......"

In addition to planting a little staple food, most of them still grow vegetables, sweet potatoes, potatoes and so on.

However, most of the land is now empty, and crops will have to be planted after the spring of the following year.

Frosted radish and Chinese cabbage are especially delicious, with a sweet, crisp and delicious taste.

Unfortunately, it's not big.

The radish is only as thick as a thumb and about ten centimeters long, and the largest cabbage weighs only one or two catties.

It took Jiang Ping'an half an hour to harvest all the radishes and cabbage and put them in the storage space.

"I'm so hungry!" Jiang Ping'an sighed, his hungry stomach tightened, his eyes blackened, and cold sweat broke out on his body.

Taking a few deep breaths and cheering up, Jiang Ping'an hurriedly picked up the back basket, twisted the hoe and walked back.

"There are still one or two catties of stick noodles at home, which is the life-saving ration for nearly ten days this month, so I will eat it first."

The relief food distributed by the commune was first sent to the brigade, and then the brigade distributed it again once a month.

This is to prevent some people from eating all the grain without considering the consequences, and then finish the grain in three or two days.

When I got home, I put down my basket and hoe and went to the kitchen to make a fire and boil water.

Open the rice bowl, and there is a shallow layer of stick noodles at the bottom, and Jiang Ping'an uses a large bowl to fill it up.

This cob noodles are crushed together with corn cobs, and the particles are coarse, making a nest head and eating a throat.

"Just this thing, I want to eat it with my belly open, and it's also a luxury."

Jiang Ping'an sighed secretly, picked up the stick noodles and came to the corner of the kitchen to grind in front of the stone mill.

More than a pound of stick noodles are ground into fine powder in three or five taels.

After putting it away, Jiang Ping'an took the bamboo stopper and filtered the stick noodles, leaving all the fine powder.

It was getting late, the wind was cold, and the cold wind blew into the kitchen, whining.

The water in the pot was boiling, and Jiang Ping'an grabbed seven or eight taels of cornmeal and sprinkled it into the pot and stirred well.

"If you don't have enough rice, you can make up the soup, and eat mush tonight! Fragrant! Jiang Ping'an's eyes lit up and he swallowed his saliva.

I'm hungry now, and I don't have the time to make a nest or anything else.

The rest of the stick noodles were packed in a large bowl by Jiang Ping'an and stored in the space.

"And salt and sauerkraut, put it away."

The salt is only more than a catty, and it is packed in a clay pot, but there is a large jar of sauerkraut, dozens of catties.

Jiang Ping'an grabbed half a bowl of sauerkraut and kept it to eat, and the rest of the salt and sauerkraut were put into the space.

"And chop the sauerkraut into minced pieces."

Jiang Ping'an immediately waved his knife to cut the vegetables, and soon chopped the sauerkraut and put it in a bowl.

Turning around and coming to the stove, the paste was already cooked, a little much.

Jiang Ping'an looked left and right and found that the clay pot for washing his face was just enough, so he hurriedly washed it.

Then beat the paste out of the pot and put it in a clay pot.

"There are five catties of paste, and I feel like I can finish it!"

The corners of Jiang Ping'an's mouth twitched, then he brushed the iron pot, boiled a pot of hot water, and washed his feet at night.

Hungry, he took a basin of mush to the three-legged square table and sat down.

Pour all the small half bowl of sauerkraut into a pot and stir well.

I took a deep breath of the fragrance of the mush, and devoured it.

In less than half an hour, a pot of mush was in his stomach, and Jiang Ping'an finally had some energy.

"People are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry!"

He patted his belly comfortably, and took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket that the original owner had exchanged for eggs.

This cigarette is called economy, and it costs eight cents a pack.

Tobacco factories all over the country have the task of producing a variety of cigarettes under the "economy" brand.

Although it is cheap, the taste is not bad, the smoke is rich, naturally soft and delicate, the absorption is rich, and it is comfortable and smooth to the throat.

Jiang Ping'an took out one, came to the door of the stove, took a reddish charcoal with tongs, and lit the cigarette.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling a thick smoke, Jiang Ping'an showed a comfortable look on his face, feeling that he could live this day.

After smoking, he got up and washed the clay pots and chopsticks, Jiang Ping'an took the flashlight and walked to the ear room next door.

The entrance to this ear room is a dry toilet, and the bottom is a manure pit.

Further inside is the pigsty, which is separated by a wooden plank, and the firewood is neatly stacked.

The pigsty was idle for several years, and the original owner did not raise pigs, so it became a chicken pen.

At night, the chickens stopped running around, and when they came back, they crowded together and grabbed one by one.

Jiang Ping'an was lightly footed and caught the three chickens very smoothly.

Then the figure shook and entered the space.

Two hours in the real world, one month in space.

After a few hours, not only did the planted vegetables sprout.

The weeds that came in in the afternoon were also verdant and green, just in time for raising chickens.

In the corner of the space, on the green grass, Jiang Ping'an's heart moved, and he circled an acre of land.

A human-high earthen wall rises from the ground, and the chickens are thrown into the wall to prevent them from running around and destroying the crops.

The three chickens entered the space, ran to the grass and grabbed a grass nest, and then huddled together to squint and rest.

"It seems that it is affected by the biological clock, and I will sleep when it is time."

Jiang Ping'an made a puddle on the edge of the meadow to bring water from the spring, so that the chickens would not die of thirst.

"Come in tomorrow morning, I don't know if the eggs laid by these chickens will be broken?"

It was not long after dark, and it was dark early in winter, no more than seven o'clock.

If you get up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, it will be equivalent to half a year in the space.

Native chickens lay dozens of eggs a year.

Jiang Ping'an's heart is not high, two chickens can lay a total of 100 eggs in one night, and he is satisfied.

The only thing that worries Jiang Ping'an is that the flow of space and time is fast, and the eggs are not collected, and it is estimated that they will be broken.

"I'm idle at night, don't be in a hurry to sleep, stare at it first, eggs are expensive these days!"

State-run businesses, supply and marketing cooperatives, private businesses and catering businesses are free to purchase fresh eggs in the market.

The purchase price of eggs is six cents, and the sales price is two, and there are a few cents up and down.

In fact, in these years, there is a lack of material, even if you have money and tickets, you may not be able to buy eggs.

Flashing out of the space, Jiang Ping'an did not rush to leave, but found several large bundles of bamboo poles from the pyre.

The bamboo pole is retracted into the space and falls to the two vegetable fields of green beans and cowpeas as a stand.

Walking out of the ear room, I was about to go back to wash my feet, when I heard the wailing and angry scolding from Luo Manzi's house next door.

"I'll beat you to death, a dead mother-in-law, you're fat, and you dare to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs?"

"Luo Manzi, the old lady fought with you! You give me back the ring, ahh......hhh

"You crazy woman, hen who doesn't lay eggs, why don't you die!"

"If you want to die, you will die, if you die today, I will remarry tomorrow!"

“……”

"Fighting again?" Jiang Ping'an smiled, and ran next door as soon as he slipped away.

"Miao Hexiang is docile, this is being provoked, otherwise I wouldn't dare to fight with Luo Manzi."

Jiang Ping'an ran to the door of Luo Manzi's house, and saw that the two of them were twisting together, and they were already angry.

Luo Dayong grabbed Miao Hexiang's hair and kicked Miao Hexiang's stomach with his foot.

Miao Hexiang opened her teeth and danced her claws, pinching and grabbing Luo Dayong's face, and Luo Dayong's face was covered with blood.

"O iniquity! What a sin! ”

Jiang Ping'an patted his thigh, and was about to step forward to persuade him, but Luo Manzi loosened Miao Hexiang's hair.

Then he ran out of the door like a gust of wind, and said loudly to Jiang Ping'an: "Ping'an, help pull her!" ”

Then, disappear into the night.

"Luo Manzi, you are going to die, return my ring!"

Miao Hexiang chased her out, but was hugged by Jiang Ping'an: "Sister-in-law Miao!" ”

"You are chasing too quickly on this big night, what if Brother Barbarian falls and breaks?"

Miao Hexiang slammed a few times, but she didn't move, so she had to let Jiang Ping'an hold her, and then said with tears streaming down her face:

"Peace, he stole my ring, woo woo ......"

"It's all a family, how can it be called stealing?" Jiang Ping'an raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Besides, the ring is only a piece of copper, and it's not worth much."

If it was gold and silver, it would have been secretly sold by Luo Manzi for food to eat, and it would not have waited until today.

Miao Hexiang wiped away her tears, sniffed, and said aggrievedly: "That's the dowry my mother gave me!" ”

After a pause, she came back to her senses, and was still being held by Jiang Ping'an at this time, so her face turned red and she said shyly:

"When do you want to hold me, let go of me......"