I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times

Chapter 45 Extremely embarrassed

Baiyunxi raised his hand and pinched the center of his brow, and thought about it carefully, it was not good. Sugar is a valuable item and not every household has it.

 Sugar during this period was sold by two, and sugar was graded.

 The best sugar costs twenty cents and one tael, the medium sugar costs ten cents and one tael, and the low-grade sugar costs nine cents and one tael.

Purchased by the pound, the cheapest low-grade sugar costs more than 140 yuan (1 pound = 16 taels)

 These prices are a drop in the bucket for wealthy people and are not worth mentioning. But for ordinary people, it is more expensive than rice, and they won’t eat it if they can’t.

Except when guests arrive or there is a pregnant woman at home, you will bite the bullet and buy some water to drink, but no one is willing to do so.

As a lady who has passed the exam, the original owner received a few packets of brown sugar or granulated sugar in the gifts she received every year. Drinking sugar water occasionally did not put any pressure on her.

Just because it was not difficult to eat sweets at home, this matter was not too important in the memory of the original owner. Now that Du Shi reminded him, he suddenly remembered it.

　　　Baiyunxi clicks your tongue, candy and other things are really not cheap here.

Looking at the beets piled up in the yard and wondering how much sucrose could be boiled, Baiyunxi also began to look forward to it.

These beetroots are wild, not good-looking, have pits, are difficult to clean and waste water.

 Bai Anyan was responsible for carrying water, and Li was responsible for cleaning. She was responsible for cleaning away the excess roots from the insect eyes. Yaya moved a small bench and sat next to her, holding her chin with her hands, watching everyone busy at work without making any noise.

Since there were not enough basins at home, Baiyunxi asked Du to borrow two from the third grandmother’s house.

 It wasn’t until it got dark that a pile of beetroots was washed.

"Mother, the officer and his fourth brother haven't come back yet." Mrs. Du wiped her hands with her apron and looked outside, feeling somewhat worried.

Bai Yunxi glanced at the sky and turned around to greet Bai Anyan, "Second brother, light a torch and follow me to the intersection to meet your eldest brother."

 “Hey, here it comes.”

 Pine oil is leftover from the past. It is tied together with rags and dipped in pine oil. It can be used for a period of time to illuminate.

As soon as they pushed the door open and walked a short distance away, they saw two black figures turning into the village.

 “Is it the fourth brother?”

“Second brother, it’s us. Elder brother, hurry up and leave. Mom and second brother are coming to pick us up.”

Bai Anyi responded and quickly came up to meet him.

Bai Yunxi glanced at the eldest son who was walking behind him. He was walking slowly, but he didn't rush him. He asked his fourth son softly,

 “How is it, did you go well today?”

"Mom, my eldest brother is very capable. I made thirty-five cents today. My son has replaced all of it with brown rice. Five liters of grain can last him two days."

As Bai Anyi spoke, he handed the grain bag on his back to his second brother, took the torch in his hand, and supported his mother with one hand.

　　‘I don’t know if it was a wise move for me to send my eldest brother to do manual labor. The eldest brother’s face was dark all day long. ’

 Listening to the fourth child’s thoughts, a smile flashed in Baiyunxi’s eyes. Where did he go?

Waiting for the boss to move over, Baiyunxi looked over. If it weren't for the majesty of an old mother, she would have slapped her legs and laughed.

　　It was fine when I left, but when I came back, my clothes were dirty, my hair was messed up, my turban was crooked, my face was stained, my sleeves were torn with big holes... In short, I was as embarrassed as I wanted to be.

 Those who didn’t know better thought he had a fight with a dog and was bitten so badly.

“My son has worked hard to provide food for the family, so he should go home quickly to eat and rest.”

Bai Anchen subconsciously raised his hand to salute. His arm felt sore when he moved it, and he hissed, his eyes gloomy.

 (End of this chapter)