Before dark, sister-in-law Yang Yuanyuan has to go home first to cook.
Even so, she still needs to cook in the dark, and later the whole family will have to light a lamp to eat.
But there is no way. Winter is short and if you want to do more work, you must waste some lamp oil.
There is no electricity here yet, and every household uses old-fashioned foreign oil lamps, which are actually kerosene lamps!
Yang Yuanyuan hurriedly walked into the house and saw four large iron pots placed in the yard.
Looking at her brother-in-law's posture, could she still know that he did it himself?
However, even if she guessed it, Yang Yuanyuan still felt incredible. You know, this is a big iron pot!
There were actually four large iron pots placed in their yard.
"If my father asks, then someone else put it here and asked me to exchange it for someone in the village. If my sister-in-law asks, then that's what I did."
Looking at Qin Jun's serious look, he really looked like Qin and Han, so Yang Yuanyuan burst into laughter.
This brother-in-law is really interesting, but she understands.
"You made four bites in one afternoon?"
Holding a big iron pot and looking at the other three, Yang Yuanyuan still felt incredible.
"Well, the one that my sister-in-law holds is for you."
Qin Jun thought of the white flour steamed buns he had eaten before and his sister-in-law's performance in the future. He felt that this sister-in-law was more reliable than his father, so he didn't feel distressed at all when giving it to him.
"Give it to me? We haven't separated yet!" The sister-in-law was a little embarrassed.
Qin Jun rolled his eyes and said, "So, these four big iron pots belong to all of us?"
"Ah? No, these are all yours. However, if our father finds out, it's not necessarily true." Yang Yuanyuan said a little helplessly at the end.
Qin Jun smiled and said: "So, someone else put this in our house. If you want it, we will give you at least twenty kilograms of wheat."
"Twenty pounds of wheat? It's missing!"
"If you don't want food stamps, twenty pounds of wheat is worth four yuan."
"A big iron pot like this costs three yuan and eighty-five cents, and two industrial coupons."
"I heard that an industrial coupon costs two yuan and three dollars on the black market. If you can't exchange it for twenty pounds of wheat, you'll lose it!"
Looking at the sister-in-law who was settling the accounts, Qin Jun felt a little ashamed. The accounts were settled so clearly.
However, when I think about it carefully, I feel a little sad.
How much does his sister-in-law want to buy a big iron pot? Otherwise, how could he know the market so well?
"We don't want this iron pot for free, so we'll give you eight yuan, that's all."
With that said, the sister-in-law returned to the east room happily holding the iron pot. Was she going to hide it?
"I will tell dad that I bought this. If you want to exchange for food, just tell dad yourself."
Soon, the sister-in-law took out a small handkerchief with bits and pieces of money wrapped inside.
The maximum denomination is one yuan, and the others are fifty cents, two cents, and one cents, and there seems to be one and two cent paper money.
How many years has he not seen this money?
"Sister-in-law, can I ask for your money? If you want to give me money, if you get any good things back in the future, don't give them to me."
Although Qin Jun is in urgent need of money now, he really can't ask for money from his eldest brother and sister-in-law!
"Ah? You have to eat what you need. This won't delay my giving you money. You know, it's not easy to buy such a big iron pot outside!"
Yang Yuanyuan pushed and asked Qin Jun to accept the money.
"Sister-in-law, if you say that, then all the good things I ate before will have to be paid for by you. I'm afraid eight yuan is not enough!"
This Qin Jun is serious. My sister-in-law has been married for six or seven years and has three children.
His eldest nephew seems to be six years old this year. Qin Jun has really eaten a lot of food over the years.
After all, seven years ago he was only seven years old, that is, a child.
And her sister-in-law Yang Yuanyuan's family doted on her. Every time she went back to her parents' home, she would bring a lot of things in big and small bags, just like moving.
Originally, the family thought that because they had just gotten married, her parents were afraid that their daughter would be bullied by her husband's family, so they gave her something.
Unexpectedly, after seven years, it would be like this every time I went back to my parents' home.
Yang Yuanyuan's parents really loved their daughter, and they really didn't care about their own things.
Even Qin Zhihe, who often likes to take advantage, can't stand it.
With no other choice, every time Yang Yuanyuan returned to her parents' home, he would think of ways to see if there was anything else at home that she could take away.
However, every time I come back, I definitely bring more things than I took out.
Later, Comrade Qin Zhihe also lay down because his family really had nothing to bring.
After this, Qin Jun really ate the snacks, fruits, candies and other things that his sister-in-law brought back from her parents' house.
Fortunately now, Qin Jun just gave him a big pot, but his sister-in-law still had to give him money.
The most important thing is that he didn't spend any money, he made a big pot by himself.
Qin Jun said helplessly: "I want the money, but I will also give you this big pot."
"Ah? Eight yuan to buy two big iron pots?" Yang Yuanyuan's eyes became bright as she spoke.
Qin Jun smiled, the sister-in-law was quite cute like this.
A person who is twenty-four or five years old can still maintain her innocence. It seems that she must be living a happy life, right?
Life in the peasant family was difficult, but she could still feel happy, and that was enough.
"that's all."
Qin Jun really needed money, so he accepted the eight yuan shamelessly.
Although the sister-in-law blushed a little, she happily picked up another big iron pot and returned to the room.
When he came out, he still had a few pieces of calcium milk biscuits in his hand, which he stuffed directly into Qin Jun's hands.
Qin Jun was ashamed. Only the elderly and children can eat this food now. How old is he now?
Unable to refuse, Qin Jun had no choice but to follow.
"Qin Han, this mouthful belongs to you. It's getting dark, go home!"
Qin Jun grabbed a large iron pot and stuffed it directly into Qin Han's arms.
Qin Han didn't know how to refuse, and he even accepted it very happily.
"I'll come over after breakfast tomorrow," Qin Han said.
"Let's go to the lime kiln first. Once we're done there, we'll get the iron pot when we come back." Qin Jun said directly.
"Okay." Qin Han hugged a big iron pot and went home happily.
At this time, Qin Zhihe and others happened to come in.
"Qin Han, is this your new pot?" Qin Zhihe's confused voice sounded outside the door.
"Well, my brother Qin Jun gave it to me. I want to go home for dinner and come back tomorrow."
Qin Han didn't know how to read people's faces. He walked away quickly with a happy pace.
Qin Zhihe's expression became obviously ugly.
Although he didn't know where the third son got the cauldron, could this thing be given away casually?
You know, his four sons only have one pot!
"Lao San, where did your iron pot come from? Why did you give it to Qin Han?"
As a group of people walked in, the second brother Qin Feng winked at Qin Jun.
Qin Jun said seriously: "Today I met a master who poured iron pots. I helped him for a long time and gave Qin Han and I each a big iron pot."
Qin Jun was talking nonsense while packing away the molds.
If there were no molds in the yard and no slag poured out, they would believe it.
However, look at the still red crucible. The master who poured the iron pot you are talking about could not be you, right?
If it were the original, the family would definitely not have such thoughts.
But Qin Jun's performance has been so good recently. Anyone who sees the current scene will think that it is the big iron pot made by Qin Jun himself.
Qin Zhihe opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was finally stopped by Qin's mother behind him.
"Xiaojun, have you eaten the steamed buns for lunch today?"
Qin's mother walked forward with a smile and helped her son pack his tools.
"Mom, you don't have to move. Many things are very hot. Be careful of injury."
Seeing that his mother was going to adopt a gentle policy, Qin Jun hurriedly stopped her.
Not to mention the steamed buns, they are still a kind father and a filial son. If you mention it like this, they will definitely get upset.
For the sake of his wife, Qin Jun is still holding back.
Although I am much younger now, at the age of forty, my hair is gray and my face is covered with wrinkles.
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that once winter comes, the hands are full of cracks!
This is my own mother, and I always feel distressed when I see her!
