I used to eat wild vegetables anyway, but now I don’t even have to eat wild vegetables.

  Cheng Guihua complained secretly in her heart that she should have married to Changfeng Village in the first place.

At that time, no one found two families for her, one was Zhao Tiangang and the other was from Changfeng Village. In fact, the other family had better conditions than Zhao Tiangang's, but she chose Zhao Tiangang. The reason why she chose Zhao Tiangang at that time was because of Zhao Tiangang. At that time, he was tall and handsome, and he looked handsome. At that time, it belonged to the little girl's family, so naturally she was more interested in a man like Zhao Tiangang. The little girl's family was pure-hearted and didn't think too much. At this moment, Cheng Guihua only felt a little regretful.

   If she had not chosen Zhao Tiangang at that time, but had married into Changfeng Village, she would have lived a happier life now.

   At that time, he belonged to a little girl’s family and was not sensible. Now I just feel that what it looks like, what it looks like, it's all bullshit, and having money is the last word.

   When you have money, you can at least eat and wear warm clothes. Eat and drink well, unlike now, life is tight, and every day I live with the money in my hands.

It’s been a severe drought now, and getting some water in Zhaojiacun is a hassle. Cheng Guihua only felt that she hadn’t bathed for a long time, and her body was so uncomfortable that it was really itchy. Cheng Guihua felt that if she didn’t take a bath again , it is estimated that there are lice on the body.

   But this time, Changfeng Village is different. The water in the river in Changfeng Village has not dried up.

  Cheng Guihua thought, if she had married in Changfeng Village, she probably wouldn't have to suffer like this.

   "Dajuan, get me a handful of pickles in the tank." Cheng Guihua commanded.

   "Oh, mother, I'll go right now!" Zhao Dajuan responded.

   There are a lot of pickles in the jars at home, all of which were pickled last winter. Now Cheng Guihua only thinks that she is very witty, and she marinated a little more last winter. Otherwise this time. There is no food at home, only porridge.

   Zhao Dajuan fished out a handful of pickles from the jar.

   "Dajuan, wash me with rice water." Cheng Guihua ordered again.

   "Ao..." Zhao Dajuan washed the pickles with the rice-washing water in the morning.

   After washing it, he handed it to Cheng Guihua.

  Cheng Guihua instructed Zhao Dajuan to start a fire in front of the stove.

   Holding a handful of pickles, Cheng Osmanthus chopped up. When the oil pan is hot, put two drops of canola oil in it. Then put a plate of pickles into it and stir-fry it.

  Cheng Osmanthus stretched his neck and smelled it, it was really fragrant! Or canola oil smells good!

   "Mother, what shall we eat today?" Zhao Dajuan stretched out and asked.

   "What to eat, what to eat, what else to eat, drink porridge. It's good to eat some, don't you know how many families in our village starved to death?"

   "Ao..." Zhao Dajuan pouted and licked the corner of his mouth.

   She just felt that life was a little too tight.

   I haven't eaten white rice for a long time. I drink porridge and porridge every day. I really miss the fragrant taste of white rice.

   "Dajuan, burn it up a bit, the dishes in this pot are not responding!" Cheng Guihua muttered.

   Zhao Dajuan was fascinated by the idea of ​​eating rice just now. For a while, I forgot to put firewood in the stove.

   Zhao Dajuan was nervous when Cheng Guihua said so, and hurriedly walked away and stuffed a grass ball inside.