After the two sets of dirty cotton clothes were washed, they were placed next to the cellar and dried completely within two days.
In addition to winter cotton-padded clothes, there are six sets of ordinary cloth clothes.
Although it has been cold these days, it is not as cold as late winter. Therefore, everyone put away their cotton-padded clothes and only used them as pillows at night.
When going out to work, everyone puts on cloth clothes over their own clothes to keep warm.
But in fact, when doing physical work, the body is not only not cold, but also very hot.
Those who do not work, or those who guard the earth cellar and burn charcoal, wear their own clothes, or put on a raincoat.
I'm saving myself for wearing cotton-padded clothes now, as I won't be able to withstand the colder weather in late winter.
But when you sleep at night, you still need to cover yourself with a quilt.
After covering myself with a quilt, I only had to burn a pile of charcoal in the cave at night as I used to do in the past, and there was no need to burn too many piles of charcoal.
As for the three bags of grain, although each weighed fifty kilograms, if they were spread equally between the eleven of them, each of them could only eat about thirteen kilograms before they were gone.
Assuming it lasts for six months, you can only eat less than a pound per day.
Therefore, Wen Xian set the rules. In addition to eating a good meal on the first day, I cooked three kilograms of polished rice. From now on, you can only eat grain once every three days, and you can only eat three kilograms at a time.
Moreover, these three kilograms cannot be eaten only with polished rice, but must be eaten with brown rice.
But these people are used to fine clothes and fine food, so how can they eat brown rice that gets stuck in their throats? Even when they first came to the desert island, they had never eaten anything like this.
"Cough cough cough~" Jiang Lingling coughed and coughed up the brown rice stuck in her throat. She complained with red eyes, "Can't we eat polished rice and flour first?"
She felt that if there was good food, she should eat good food first. Maybe those people from Sun Island would come before she even ate the brown rice.
After eating this brown rice, she felt like her throat would be cut.
Wen Xian took a sip of the sticky porridge, raised her eyes slowly and said, "No, there's not much food. You can swallow it after chewing a few more times."
When people are very hungry, they will even eat tree bark, let alone brown rice.
Since Jiang Lingling lost her finger, her temper has become more and more strange, and she is also a little squeamish.
She was recovering from her injuries the past few days, and everyone just made do with her. But it's alright, she has been injured for so many days, and Wen Xian doesn't want to spoil her bad habits.
Today it is a big pot of porridge made from polished rice and brown rice. Not only the vegetables and bacon she grew are added to the porridge, but also a lot of dried seafood.
After cooking a whole pot, there are so many of them that they can eat for a whole day.
Even the porridge pot was replaced with a large iron pot obtained from Zhu Qing, which would not be stained with dirt like an earthen pot.
After listening to Wen Xian's words, Jiang Lingling pursed her lips and held the porridge in an aggrieved manner without speaking.
After a while, she said unconvinced: "You can still change it if it's gone."
She glanced at her little finger, which was still wrapped. She was so seriously injured, why couldn't she satisfy her and let her eat well to heal the injury?
"Lingling, don't mess around." Jiang Jingwan said, "There was no food a few days ago, so we came here too."
Although she felt guilty towards Jiang Lingling, this guilt was not the reason for Jiang Lingling to intensify his mischief.
"It can't be replaced. We have to wait until spring next year." Sheng Lian'er bit her chopsticks and whispered, "But in spring next year, they won't need charcoal."
Without saying a word, Wu Junlan took the bowl from Jiang Lingling and began to pick out the brown rice inside.
Then, he picked out more than half of the polished rice in his bowl and gave it to Jiang Lingling.
"Eat it while it's hot, it will cool down later."
After she finished speaking, she didn't care about Jiang Lingling's reaction, picked up her bowl of brown rice and started eating.
She was the one who took the man to the mountain behind, and the broken finger was indirectly caused by her. She is guilty and she needs to atone.
"You~" Jiang Lingling looked at her in astonishment, pursed her lips and said, "You don't have to be like this."
She wanted to pass the polished rice in the bowl to Wu Junlan, but Wu Junlan ducked sideways.
Wu Junlan thought for a while, raised her hand and patted Jiang Lingling's head gently and said, "You can eat if I give it to you. Eat it quickly. Don't think too much."
The three conspicuous scars on Wu Junlan's face made Jiang Lingling unable to open her eyes.
With tears in her eyes, Jiang Lingling nodded fiercely and said, "Yes."
The interaction between the two did not affect anyone else. After eating happily, everyone dispersed and continued working.
Even with cotton-padded clothes and quilts, Wen Xian still wanted to burn more charcoal.
If I can't use it all, I can sell it to them or exchange it with them when Zhu Qing comes next year.
Jiang Lingling's hands were still unable to exert great strength, so she stayed in the cave to recuperate.
Wen Xian originally asked Wu Junlan to stay in the cave together and recuperate for a while, but Wu Junlan refused.
Wu Junlan's reason was that she was injured on the face and it would not affect her work.
In this regard, Wen Xian could only let her go.
Zhou Hui, who wanted to make cotton-padded clothes, put all the things in clean small drying bags and took them to the cellar to make them.
Therefore, there were only Jiang Jingwan and Jiang Lingling in the cave at this moment.
Jiang Jingwan pulled Jiang Lingling to sit next to her and asked her seriously: "Ling'er, what do you think?"
She decided to enlighten her cousin, so that she would become more and more extreme in the future and stay further away from them.
Jiang Lingling was a little red-eyed after not hearing the nickname 'Ling'er' for a long time.
She turned her head and said harshly: "I didn't think much about it."
Jiang Jingwan straightened her up with both hands and asked her to look into her eyes and said: "I know that the broken finger is a big blow to you. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to take this risk. But, Ling'er, we have no one to rely on now. I have no one to rely on, I can only rely on my wife and myself.
You have also seen that now we are dead without my wife. Only by listening to my wife's words can we live in peace and stability.
By the time people from the Jiang family come to find us, we still don’t know that the Year of the Monkey has passed away. Before that, you have to save your life no matter what. "
Only when there is destiny, there is hope, and nothing else matters. Losing your temper and committing suicide on this desert island is truly stupid behavior.
"I know, I know my cousin." Jiang Lingling carefully threw herself into Jiang Jingwan's arms and cried, "I just miss my parents and home. If they were all here and saw me injured, they would love me wholeheartedly. of."
She sobbed: "I, I'm just sad, I just miss home."
Of course she knew that no one would tolerate her here, so she could only complain.
If he really gave in to her, she would still feel embarrassed.
Jiang Jingwan sighed, raised her hand and stroked her back to comfort her: "I miss home too, and it will get better. You see, before this, we didn't even have cotton-padded clothes and quilts. Now not only do we have polished rice, All the flour is eaten.”
She raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to eat more good food.
If you are pregnant with an emperor's heir in the palace, even the moon in the sky will have someone to think of a solution.
(End of chapter)
