Through the Book, I Became the Matchmaker for the Male Match

Chapter 600 Eighty-eight labor is the most glorious (1)

"Miao'er! Grandma's good grandson! It's already noon, why are you still asleep?"

Chi Miaomiao was falling asleep when an old lady opened the cloth outside the door to cry.

She slowly opened her eyes and found that she was sleeping in a relatively clean room.

Why is it said to be relatively clean?
Because this is the 80s, the house is not as good as she actually lives in, but the original owner’s house is a landlord in the village, and the family background is the most privileged in the village, and the house is also big, which is already taller than other villagers’ houses.

Chi Miaomiao sat up from the kang. The kang is so big that it can sleep five people.

She looked around.The whole room is very bright, the Kang is against the wall, and there are several footprints on the white wall, which should be stepped on by the original owner depending on the size.The floor is concrete and gray.There is a large stove at the end of the kang, and there is a big pot on the stove.She looked towards the windows again, and there was a hole under one of the windows.

She was about to put on her shoes when she got out of bed, only to realize that her body had also become smaller.She was in a daze before realizing that she had traveled through books until the original owner was a child!
I jumped off the kang and put on my shoes, then walked to the window and looked down, and found a fire kang there.If you light a fire here, the heat will spread to the kang, making it extra warm to sleep in winter.

"Miao'er is so dumbfounded, come over and eat noodles. Grandma made stick noodles for you, if you don't eat them, you will get mushy!"

Only then did Chi Miaomiao come back to her senses, and replied unhurriedly: "Here we come!"

When she wrote this book, she consulted a lot of information, but after all, some places were not quite right.For example, the accent of the original owner's grandparents is supposed to be all dialects, but she lived in the city since she was a child and grew up speaking Mandarin, so she only knows a few common dialects.

"Miao'er finally got up! Grandpa is waiting for you to thank you for the flowers!"

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Chi Miaomiao saw an old man in a gray-blue coat holding cornmeal and looking at her with a smile.

It's quite fashionable to say that.

If I remember correctly, these are her own words.

"Grandpa... Grandpa." Chi Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, and then called out cautiously.

Chi Miaomiao's grandparents passed away when she was very young. At that time, she could not remember anything. Her impression of her grandparents was extremely vague. She only remembered that her grandparents loved her very much.

She looked at the old man sitting on the wooden table in front of her, and couldn't help but think of her own grandfather.Although she had long forgotten her grandfather's appearance, his smiling face made her feel very friendly.

Grandpa Chi looked at Chi Miaomiao's dazed look, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Hahaha! Is Miao'er sleepy?"

"It's a bit of a headache." Chi Miaomiao couldn't explain it, so he could only scratch his head and say it.

"I get a headache after sleeping for too long." Grandma Chi picked up a comb, then asked Chi Miaomiao to sit down and eat noodles, while she combed her hair.

Grandpa Chi slurped the noodles, "It's you who didn't untie Miao'er's hair and slept with those goatees in braids, making her scalp tight!"

"It's just you who like to chatter, why don't you comb Miaoer's hair!" Even though she said that, Grandma Chi still combed Chi Miaomiao's hair skillfully.

The two shofar braids are wrapped around the red string and are about to go up to the sky, looking extraordinarily festive.

"This way we won't be buried!" Grandma Chi nodded in satisfaction.

On the other hand, Chi Miaomiao felt that her scalp was very tight, and her eyelids were about to turn up.

"Grandma...Grandma hurts!" Chi Miaomiao subconsciously acted coquettishly at Grandma Chi.

She remembered that Wanliang God of Wealth said that she used to like to act like a spoiled child to grandma. Although grandma was a sharp-mouthed and bean curd heart, she never attacked her. So many children and grandchildren loved her the most.Unlike those neighbors on the street, her Chi family is patriarchal.

　It is also the first time to write a chronological essay, and I think it will be a little bit of a background when I think of the north.This is too difficult for us southerners, so we desperately searched on Baidu_(:3⌒)_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)