Mother Yang didn't care about her eldest daughter-in-law's psychological activities, but looked at Nuan Nuan: "Nuan Nuan, are you making bean buns this year? Do you want me to take your sisters-in-law to help you make bean buns?"
Nuan Nuan quickly declined. She was not used to letting outsiders help hold the bean paste. She didn't have disposable gloves at this time, so she just used her hands.
She doesn't dislike herself, but she still dislikes others: "No, mother, Yang Rui and I are the only ones at home. We can't eat much. We'll finish it in a while!"
Mother Yang thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. It turned out that there were many people in the family and there were many things to pack, so it would take a long time.
But now that the family is separated, there are only two people in the old son's family, so there is really no need for him to help.
"Then don't throw away the rice and swill when the time comes!" Mother Yang warned.
Wen Nuan wondered: "If you don't throw away the rice and swill, what's the use of keeping it?"
"Feed the pigs, doesn't our brigade raise a few pigs? This thing is good for feeding pigs! Then when the pigs are killed, the pigs can grow more meat!" Mother Yang explained: "In the past years, our village That’s what everyone does!”
Nuan Nuan nodded, indicating that he understood.
After sitting and talking to her mother-in-law for a while, Nuan Nuan and Yang Rui returned to their home.
The months are getting bigger and bigger, and Nuan Nuan feels uncomfortable after sitting for a while, and wants to go home and lie down.
On the way back, Wen Nuan also started to discuss making bean buns with Yang Rui: "How many bean buns should we make this year? White bean buns or soybean buns?"
"It's up to you, what kind of bean buns do you want to eat?" Yang Rui always thought that all kinds of bean buns were delicious.
Nuan Nuan thought for a while: "Then let's do it all!"
Yang Rui: "Okay, I'll do whatever you want! Make white bean buns with sticky rice mixed with stupid rice, and soybean buns with sticky rice mixed with big chunks of rice! It's not difficult at all!"
As soon as Yang Rui finished speaking, Wen Nuan burst into laughter.
"Why are you laughing? What's so funny about it?" Yang Rui felt that what he just said was quite serious.
After Wen Nuan smiled enough, he explained: "I just think the people here are very interesting. The rice I grow is called stupid rice, the chickens I raise are called little stupid chickens, and the oil I squeeze is called stupid soybean oil!"
Yang Rui looked at his daughter-in-law who was laughing non-stop and was a little confused: "Isn't it always called that here? Isn't it at your house?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Wenjia's home shop did indeed call him that. That was because Nuan Nuan was not from the Northeast in his previous life. Basically, he didn't call it that. He just thought it was interesting.
The couple arrived home talking and laughing, Wen Nuan spread out on the bed with a big belly, and Yang Rui took on the important task of making bean paste.
But there was nothing much I could do on the first day. I could only soak the beans and soak them overnight before harvesting them the next day.
After soaking, Yang Rui walked into the house to find his wife.
Since getting married, except for the black market stalls, Yang Rui basically spends most of his time with his wife. He rarely goes out to hang out, not to mention all kinds of card games. He is rarely around when men get together to chat.
Because he followed his wife into a crowd of women ㄟ ( ▔, ▔ ) ㄏ!
Nuan Nuan was bored lying there like this. There were a few books at home before, which Yang Rui brought back to Nuan Nuan to relieve his boredom. After Nuan Nuan read them several times, they all started to burn.
Yang Rui said that he could bring some more to Nuan Nuan, but Nuan Nuan refused.
When the New Year turned over, it was 1967. When Nuan Nuan was in school, the history teacher did not explain the history of these ten years in detail, but just gave a brief summary.
But she is "well-read" - she has read many period articles, and she probably knows how serious the situation is at this time.
Although rural areas are better than cities, it is always right to be cautious. If your family is living a good life, there is no guarantee that someone will be jealous.
Even if the commune members don't understand this, there's no guarantee that educated youth will come to the villages in the future. They definitely understand.
Just read less books. She is not sure which book might be taboo? If you look at ordinary books, you may not be sure that they are regarded as feudalism, capitalism or revisionism.
Wen Nuan knows very well that one person's power is too small to resist the general trend. She can only adapt to the environment.
Can't she do something else if she can't read?
How about asking Yang Rui to make a pair of mahjong, and then find someone to play with?
No, no, does this mahjong count as the "Four Olds"?
It should be counted, Nuan Nuan remembers, small feet, prostitutes, opium, etc. are all considered as the "four olds".
Mahjong also counts. Playing mahjong means you are not doing your job properly, you are a revisionist, and you are a bad person.
Nuan Nuan thought about it for a while and finally gave up the idea.
After being pregnant for three years, she might as well just stay there!
She will be extremely busy waiting for the birth of her two children, so how can she feel bored!
