Siheyuan: When I became the control group of Qin Huairu

Holding a cloth bag filled with things in her hand, Yang Hehua returned to the courtyard.

Just now at the gate of the courtyard, Yang Hehua saw the second uncle Yan Bugui standing there like a door god. When he saw that she had something in her hand, he came over very enthusiastically.

However, Yang Hehua did not give him this chance. She slipped away.

It's not snowing now, but there is still some snow in the yard.

After passing through the hanging flower gate, from a distance, Yang Hehua saw her three children wearing red woolen hats circling a half-human-high snowman in the open space in front of their chicken coop. They were holding steaming roasted sweet potatoes in their hands. The golden sweet potato flesh made people drool just by looking at it.

The three children of the Yan family were squatting at the door of their house, looking at Xiuxiu and Manman, but they didn't come over.

"mom--"

As soon as the three children saw Yang Hehua, they came over. Yang Hehua took out her warm hands from her pocket and touched their faces. She bent down and asked with a smile, "Is this the snowman you made?"

"No - it was piled up by my aunt!"

"Yes, yes! But this carrot nose was made by my sister and me!"

"Mother-time!"

The first two sentences were said by Xiuxiu and Manman, and the last sentence was said by Xiaobao while holding up the roasted sweet potato in his hand.

But the two little girls were also very understanding, and immediately passed the roasted sweet potatoes in their hands to Yang Hehua's mouth: "Mom - eat sweet potatoes, auntie roasted them for us!"

"Okay..." Yang Hehua took a bite of the sweet potato and chewed it in order from small to large.

This roasted sweet potato is taken from the farm. After being roasted under the high temperature of firewood, it is not only fragrant but also oily. It tastes sweet and soft in the mouth.

Xiaobao loves Xiuxiu and Manman very much and eats two every day.

However, there is one downside to eating too much sweet potato, which is that you will fart a lot.

"puff--"

Yang Hehua had just eaten the sweet potatoes of her three siblings when she heard a loud noise. Following the sound, a foul odor came over her. Yang Hehua's face couldn't help but twist.

This smell! It's really addictive!

Xiuxiu and Manman ran home with the roasted sweet potatoes, shouting, "My brother farted again—"

Xiaobao looked confused and hesitated for a moment when he was about to put the sweet potato into his mouth.

Yang Hehua looked at him, laughed out loud, picked up the confused Xiaobao and went into the house.

Xiao Qian was picking leeks near the door at this time. When she heard the child's noise, she looked outside. Seeing that it was her sister-in-law Yang Hehua who came back, she felt relieved.

"Sister-in-law! You're back!"

"Hmm...Qianqian!" Yang Hehua put Xiaobao down and placed the cloth bag on the eight-immortal table: "Let's eat carrot bone soup later."

As she spoke, Yang Hehua took out a few carrots with orange skin, and then took out a few more times, until almost thirty carrots were piled on the eight-immortals table.

Xiuxiu and Manman had never seen a carrot before, so they came over.

Xiaobao sat on the stool and concentrated on eating the sweet potato in his hand.

Xiao Qian also came over: "Sister-in-law, your carrots look so juicy!"

"I bought it just because of Shui Ling!" Yang Hehua smiled, picked up two carrots, washed them twice, broke them into four pieces, and gave them to Xiuxiu, Manman, and Xiaoqian. As for Xiaobao's, she broke off a small piece from her own and gave it to him.

"Eat it! This carrot can be eaten raw!"

As she spoke, Yang Hehua took the first bite. The core was thin and the meat was tender, sweet, crisp and refreshing, and very delicious.

These carrots are indeed grown on a farm.

That’s right, the carrots in Yang Hehua’s hand were taken from the farm, but the supply and marketing cooperative did have carrots for sale today.

It is said that it came from Rugao in another province, and the price per pound is almost catching up with the price of meat.

There are also carrots in Sijiucheng, which are "whip red" carrots. They have purple-red skin and long roots. They are 6 cents per pound, which is more expensive than radishes and cabbages. Whenever people in Sijiucheng see carrots, they will buy about a pound when they are on the market and take them home to eat them fresh.

However, due to the low production of carrots, most people rarely come across them.

I didn't buy the Yanghehua after seeing the price. After all, there are some on the farm, so why spend the money to buy it?

Xiao Qian also started eating it, her heart full of nostalgia. She used to eat it when she was at her adoptive parents' home and conditions were better.

Xiuxiu, Manman and Xiaobao, the three children, first sniffed it out of habit, and then started to nibble on it in small bites.

After eating the carrots, Yang Hehua took out another wrapped cloth bag from the cloth bag, which contained three fresh pork ribs.

Chop it into pieces with a kitchen knife, put it in a pot with cold water, add some ginger, and then Yang Hehua starts the fire.

Xiao Qian was still cooking chives when she suddenly remembered something. She looked up at Yang Hehua and said, "Oh, sister-in-law, when sister-in-law Zhou from across the street came to visit me this afternoon, she saw me cooking chives and took two eggs in exchange for some chives. I've already put the eggs in the straw basket where we usually keep them."

Xiao Qian has become accustomed to telling Yang Hehua if there is anything happening at home.

Yang Hehua added a few finger-thick firewoods into the stove. "Okay! How about we make some leek and eggs today, and then carrot and bone soup, and some pickles?"

"Okay!" Xiao Qian had no problem with tonight's dishes. Besides, the dishes were already rich enough.

When dinner was ready, Yang Hehua's family was already sitting around the octagonal table and starting to eat.

It's cold now, so Xiao Qian closed the door while Yang Hehua was cooking rice. She didn't close the door before because the three children were playing in the yard. Now she closed the door, one to prevent heat from escaping, but mainly to prevent the smell of meat from wafting out.

But even so, the smell of meat was still wafting through the front yard.

Qin Huairu had just got off work and smelled the rich fragrance as soon as she entered the front yard. She glanced at Yang Hehua's house and walked into the middle yard in silence.

Yan Bugui, who was leaning against the window, naturally saw Qin Huairu's slight movement. Smelling the smell of meat coming from outside the house, he couldn't help but urge her: "Mother, is it time to eat?"

"Here I come!" Yang Ruihua, carrying a small dustpan of steaming cornmeal steamed bread, walked to the Eight Immortals Table. "The batter is ready. It's done! Quick, bring the pot over here!"

"Liberation, Jiekuang, bring up the chopsticks and bowls!"

"Okay! Mom—"

At Yang Ruihua's command, her three children all got busy.

In a short while, everything was done.

It was still Yan Bugui who distributed the steamed buns and Yang Ruihua who made the porridge. As for the bowl of pickles, that was given to him only after Yan Bugui had finished distributing the steamed buns.

Yan Bugui picked up the chopsticks: "Let's eat——"

The Yan family ate their meal with the smell of meat that was still in the air!

Yan Jiecheng, who had been running around the countryside for a long time in the snow today, looked up while eating and said, "Dad, why don't you use those flower pots to grow vegetables? Today when I came back to the yard, I saw Mrs. Zhou next door bringing back a bunch of chives from the opposite door. I asked her and found out that the family opposite had grown some chives in a clay pot, and Mrs. Zhou exchanged them for eggs."

Private transactions are not allowed now. Even if you want to trade privately, it cannot be publicized. If you are caught, you will be criticized, paraded through the streets, and fined.

But bartering is possible.

Yan Bugui knew that Yang Hehua's family used clay pots to grow chives, and he was laughing at them in his heart at the time.

After all, he grows flowers to cultivate his sentiments. He feels that it is a bit embarrassing to grow chives in clay pots like Yang Hehua did.

When Yan Bugui, who claims to be a cultured person, heard that eggs could be exchanged for leeks, his eyes suddenly lit up.

In such a cold day, having fresh vegetables to eat and exchanging them for leeks is definitely a great deal.

"Jie Cheng, what you said makes sense. I will go find some leek roots next spring!" Yan Bugui didn't want to go to Yang Hehua's house opposite. After all, he had not forgotten what happened this morning.

As Yang Ruihua listened to his son Yan Jiecheng's words, his eyes moved rapidly and he had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

She had already pickled 100 kilograms of cabbage from the winter vegetables she stockpiled the week before into sauerkraut. If all of it was kept in the cellar, the vegetables would easily rot if not eaten in time.

But if you eat too much and consume the food quickly, the winter vegetables will not be available until the beginning of next spring.

You still have to take out a part of it to pickle it.

It is already early November, and the Chinese New Year is not far away.

Yan Bugui asked Yan Jiecheng about his food storage in the countryside today and found out that he had only exchanged less than 20 kilograms of sweet potatoes. He became even more panicked and decided to go to the grain store, supply and marketing cooperative and pigeon market tomorrow afternoon since he had no classes.

As for the black market, he didn't dare go there.

As a teacher, if he was unlucky enough to be caught by the militia when he went there, he would be paraded through the streets.

Middle courtyard, Jia's house.

The food at home was the same as usual, cornmeal steamed buns, cornmeal porridge, a bowl of pickles, and the sour beans and minced meat that Qin Huairu brought back from the Red Star Steel Mill.

Jia Dongxu ate most of the sour beans and minced meat that Qin Huairu brought back, and Banggeng ate the remaining half, even after Qin Huairu had divided it.

Qin Huairu only ate a handful of it. It was very fragrant and oily.

Jia Dongxu licked his lips, looking unsatisfied, and while chewing the steamed bun in his hand that made his throat ache, he asked Qin Huairu about what happened at the Red Star Steel Mill today.

Hearing that it was Wang Jianguo who was taking her, Jia Dongxu stopped eating his steamed bread, stared at Qin Huairu and warned: "Qin Huairu, I have to tell you, this job belongs to our Jia family. If you do anything to let me down, the consequences will be very serious!"

"You have to know that there is no divorce in our Jia family, only widowhood!"

"Did you hear that?"

Bang Geng, who was chewing a steamed bun nearby, shivered with fright.

Qin Huairu saw it all and felt pain in her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly and she looked at Jia Dongxu: "Understand...understand, Dongxu, you know me. My feelings for you will never change. How could I possibly do something to let you down?"