Yao Jingping took out everything in the nylon bag and put it on the table.
When it's cold, food can be stored for a while.
Put the meat and fish in the yard and cover them with snow, which has the same effect as putting them in the refrigerator.
After washing my hands, I returned to the house. I had nothing to do for a while, so I simply sat on the edge of the bed and read the newspaper I had not finished last time by the dim kerosene lamp.
"It hurts your eyes to read newspapers when the light is too dark."
Zhou Zhiyuan, who was kneading the dough with his head down, suddenly said something.
"What do you do at night when there is no electricity?"
Yao Jingping reluctantly put down the newspaper in his hand. The moment these words came out of his mouth, he realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said.
She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth.
Perhaps because of her unexpected rebirth, she has not fully adapted to this situation and always says things that easily lead to worry without thinking.
She had to keep her mouth shut.
In the 1970s and 1980s, there was a lack of material resources, and villagers were busy and tired from daily work. There were too few projects that could provide physical and mental leisure and entertainment.
After dinner, apart from chatting in the streets and alleys, the rest is to sleep. This sleep is not important, the fertility rate is greatly improved, and children are born one after another.
When Zhou Zhiyuan was in his early twenties and was full of energy, if he had any special requests...
She was really worried about this.
She raised her eyes and quietly observed that Zhou Zhiyuan was busy cutting noodles on the table, as if he didn't hear her words.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
It was too awkward to sit still, so she stood up and walked over to him and bent down to watch him cut the noodles.
There was no face plate at home, so he spread a clean plastic sheet on the dining table to use as a face plate to make noodles. He raised and lowered the knife, and a row of thin and thin noodles appeared in front of him.
Yao Jingping couldn't help but admired.
"It's too late, let's eat the next scallion noodles first."
Zhou Zhiyuan lowered his head and said something, then suddenly looked up at her.
"Bai Yulian is not my partner."
Um?
This reflex arc is a bit too long. In the afternoon, she felt uncomfortable because of this matter. Why did he suddenly want to explain now?
Yao Jingping bit his lip, blinked his eyes mischievously, and smiled.
She felt more and more that this taciturn man was a little cute. Why didn't she notice it in her previous life?
He is hard-working, capable and devoted to his feelings. She is marrying a treasure.
She felt so good that she could explode.
Heat oil in a pan. After the oil boils, add the chopped green onions and a rich smell of chives will hit your nostrils.
As Zhou Zhiyuan skillfully scooped the fried scallion oil into a small bowl, the rich aroma of chives quickly filled the air, and the cold and dilapidated small house suddenly became warm.
She kept praising how good it smelled.
She hasn’t had scallion noodles yet, they look good!
When the noodles were cooked, Zhou Zhiyuan took out a bowl, mixed it with scallion oil, handed it to Yao Jingping and told her to eat first, and then walked out with the bowl of noodles.
"I'll deliver a bowl of noodles to my second uncle. I'll be back later."
His second uncle was kind to him in saving his life, so there is nothing wrong with being filial to his second uncle.
Zhou Zhiyuan left, and Yao Jingping was sitting at the table eating noodles when suddenly the dim fluorescent kerosene lamp went out.
The village has electricity. Because this house is located at the end of the village and is a dilapidated house that has not been lived in for many years, there are no wires.
Due to insufficient electricity, power outages occurred in every village in Sanchawu. Most people used candles in addition to kerosene lamps for lighting.
Burning candles is too expensive, so most families in the village would rather choose kerosene lamps.
Maybe the kerosene in the bottle had run out, and Yao Jingping didn't know where to find kerosene, so he could only sit at the table in the dark.
Anyway, he will be back soon, and he can solve this problem when he comes back, so there is no harm in waiting.
She suddenly realized a problem, no matter in the past life or in this life, he was the one she depended on.
As long as he is there, the problem will definitely be solved.
In the darkness, she couldn't help but snicker.
Sitting there all the time is boring, so why not go for a walk?
Zhou's family is not big, with about a hundred households in total. The shabby house where she and Zhou Zhiyuan now live is located at the end of the village.
This house is dilapidated and small. If there is a heavy snowfall, the house will fall down. According to the weather forecast, there will be a heavy snowfall tomorrow.
This dilapidated house cannot withstand the heavy snow.
Zhou Zhiyuan had to remind Zhou Zhiyuan to repair the roof tomorrow, otherwise the roof would suddenly collapse while he was asleep in the middle of the night, and he would be buried directly in the house.
It was hard for her to live again, but she cherished her life.
She walked out of the yard and walked around the house, looking at the house in the night light and thinking about how to repair the house, when she saw a figure sneaking into the house.
Yao Jingping couldn't help but frown.
She was sure that this person was not Zhou Zhiyuan.
The night was dim, and the dark figure was hunched over, looking around furtively as he walked.
Poor people lead to low status, and there are endless incidents of chickens crowing and dogs stealing in the village.
Zhou Zhiyuan was poor before because he gave all his wages to Wang Guihua.
This month's salary is in his own hands. Thirty-five yuan a month is a huge sum of money for a farmer who depends on the weather for his livelihood.
Moreover, when Zhou Zhiyuan came back from the county town today, he came back with a bulging nylon bag. At the entrance of the village, he met a few idle ladies chatting. There must have been gossip spread by those nosy long tongues.
Seeing the black shadow bending down and entering the house, Yao Jingping picked up a wooden stick from the ground and tiptoed in.
The night was so quiet that I could clearly hear my own heartbeat.
Yao Jingping sneaked to the door with a wooden stick in his hand, and tiptoed toward the yard against the wall.
She saw a dark figure carrying a bag with a bunch of things in his hands and about to run out. He was undoubtedly a thief.
She had an idea and continued to hide outside the yard. When he came over in a hurry, she stretched out her legs and tripped quickly. The moment she screamed, she raised the wooden stick in her hand and hit the legs of the man lying on the ground hard. Just a stick.
"Big brother, big brother, don't hit, don't hit, it hurts! It's me! It's me..."
A man's panicked voice came out.
Obviously, the "thief" was scared out of his wits. The blow on his leg was really serious. He screamed out in pain without seeing clearly who was wielding the stick. He shouted to his elder brother in confusion and stretched his neck to beg for mercy in a panic.
"Say, who are you?"
Yao Jingping asked, his hands not idle, he simply bent down to unbuckle his waistband, pulled out the waistband, and turned him over with one hand.
Three or two times, he tied his hands tightly behind his back with the belt of his pants.
In these days, it was common for people in the village to use cloth strips as waistbands. Who knows how long this man's waistband had been used, but a disgusting smell of putty and sweat hit his face, making Yao Jingping want to vomit.
"You, you, Yao Jingping! Let me go quickly, or else, I'll beat you to death!"
Only then did the man realize that he had been beaten by his daughter-in-law. He suddenly became angry and yelled arrogantly while struggling to get up. He kept swearing incessantly.
Yao Jingping also recognized him.
Wang Guihua's third child, Zhou Changzai, is a street kid who is despised by everyone.
They both have the surname Zhou, and they are not even remotely different in appearance.
Zhou Zhiyuan's striking sword-shaped eyebrows, dignified appearance, upright figure, and character are as good as the bright moon in the sky. This wretched appearance, triangular eyes, and thin body are like stinky dog shit on the ground, ugly and disgusting.
He and Wang Guihua almost share the same face. Not only do they look the same, their conduct is also the same.
Laziness, ignorance, selfishness, vulgarity and lack of quality are also worthy of Wang Guihua's true biography.
Coincidentally, he also likes to flirt with women. Before getting married, he had an affair with the young widow in the village. Later, he married Cai Honghua from out of town and gave birth to a daughter after the marriage.
After getting married and having children, he did not restrain his temper. His wife fought with him over this matter. On the day Yao Jingping broke the pot, Zhou Changzai had a fight with Cai Honghua, and his wife was so angry that she ran away with the child. Until now, he has not return.
Zhou Zhang ran out to drink with his friends, lost all his money and was beaten, and then came back dejected.
On the way back, Ma Daju, the loudspeaker in the village, mysteriously told him that Zhou Zhiyuan and his wife brought back a sack of goodies when they returned from the city. Just the brine tofu gave Zhou Changsheng's family a big basin!
