Chapter 2 Neighbors fight again

Author: Prime Minister Cao

Chapter 2 Neighbors fight again

Come out of space.

Jiang Pingan walked to the fields with a hoe and a basket on his back.

On the way, he pulled a lot of grass roots and planted them in the space, which can be used for raising chickens and ducks.

The drought has been severe this year, and the small patch of winter wheat planted in the private plot has grown sparsely.

Jiang Ping'an didn't mind it. He put down his basket and carefully dug up the wheat seedlings with his hoe.

"This is a staple food! It's better to plant it in space to make people feel at ease!" He was full of enthusiasm.

The soil was frozen solid in winter. Fortunately, Jiang Ping'an had some strength, so he wasn't tired at all, but he was hungry.

After working for nearly two hours, all the wheat seedlings were dug up and planted in the space. Jiang Ping'an instantly felt at ease.

"There is also a small piece of radish and Chinese cabbage..."

On the private land, in addition to growing a few staple crops, most of it grows vegetables, sweet potatoes, potatoes and the like.

However, most of the land is now empty, and crops will be planted after next spring.

Frosted radish and Chinese cabbage are particularly delicious, sweet, crisp and delicious.

It's a pity that they are not big.

The radish was only as thick as a thumb and about ten centimeters long, and the largest cabbage only weighed one or two kilograms.

It took Jiang Ping'an half an hour to harvest all the radishes and cabbages and put them into the storage space.

"I'm so hungry!" Jiang Ping'an lamented, his stomach tightened due to hunger, his eyes turned black, and he broke out in cold sweat.

After taking a few deep breaths and cheering up, Jiang Pingan quickly picked up the basket, twisted the hoe, and walked back.

"There are still one or two kilograms of stick noodles at home, which are life-saving rations for the past ten days this month. Eat them first and then talk about it."

The relief food distributed by the commune is first distributed to the brigade, and then the brigade distributes it again every month.

This is to prevent people from eating Yin's food without considering the consequences and finishing the food in three or two days.

When I got home, I put down my backpack and hoe and went to the kitchen to light a fire and boil water.

Opening the rice vat, there was a shallow layer of stick noodles spread underneath, and Jiang Ping'an filled it all up in a large bowl.

This corn noodle is crushed together with the corn cob, and the particles are thick enough to make it into a dough stick and get stuck in your throat.

"It's just this thing. It's a luxury to eat it with open belly."

Jiang Ping'an sighed secretly, picked up the stick noodles and went to the stone grinder in the corner of the kitchen to grind them.

More than a kilogram of stick noodles was ground into fine powder in just a few strokes.

After gathering it, Jiang Ping'an took out the bamboo stopper and filtered the stick noodles, leaving only fine powder.

It was getting late, the wind was biting, and the cold wind blew into the kitchen, making a whistling sound.

The water in the pot boiled, and Jiang Ping'an grabbed seven or eight taels of cornmeal and sprinkled it into the pot and stirred evenly.

"If we don't have enough rice, let's make some soup. Let's eat it tonight! It tastes so good!" Jiang Ping'an's eyes lit up and he swallowed hard.

I'm very hungry now, and I don't have much time to make steamed buns or other things.

Jiang Pingan put the remaining stick noodles in a large bowl and stored them in the space.

"There are also salt and sauerkraut, put them away too."

The salt was only a little over a pound, packed in a clay pot, but the pickled cabbage was a big jar, weighing dozens of kilograms.

Jiang Ping'an grabbed half a bowl of sauerkraut and kept it for the paste to eat. The other salt and sauerkraut were put away.

"And chop the sauerkraut into fine pieces."

Jiang Ping'an immediately cut the vegetables with his knife, and quickly chopped the sauerkraut and put it in a bowl.

Turning around and coming to the stove, the paste was already cooked, a little too much.

Jiang Ping'an looked around and found that the pottery basin used for washing his face was just big enough, so he quickly washed it.

Then beat the paste from the pot and put it in a clay pot.

"My visual estimate is that there are five kilograms of glutinous rice. I feel like I can finish it all!"

Jiang Pingan's mouth twitched, then he cleaned the iron pot, boiled a pot of hot water, and washed his feet at night.

Hungry, he took a basin of soup and sat down in front of the three-legged square table.

Pour half a bowl of sauerkraut into the basin and stir evenly.

I took a deep breath of the fragrant aroma of the paste and then wolfed it down.

In less than half an hour, after a bowl of glutinous rice, Jiang Ping'an finally regained some energy.

"People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will be hungry!"

He patted his belly comfortably and took out from his pocket half a pack of cigarettes that the original owner had exchanged for eggs.

This cigarette is called economy, and it costs eight cents a pack.

Cigarette factories across the country are tasked with producing various cigarettes under the "Economy" brand.

Although it is cheap, the taste is not bad, the smoke is rich, natural, soft and delicate, the smoke is rich, and it is comfortable and smooth on the throat.

Jiang Ping'an took out one, went to the door of the stove, took out a piece of red charcoal with a pair of tongs, and lit the cigarette.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling the thick smoke, Jiang Ping'an showed a satisfied look on his face, feeling that he could live this day.

After finishing his cigarette, he stood up and washed the pots and dishes. Jiang Ping'an took a flashlight and walked to the penthouse next door.

There is a dry toilet at the entrance of this wing room, and a cesspool below.

Further inside is the pigsty, with a wooden board separating the top and firewood neatly stacked.

The pig pen had been idle for several years. The original owner did not raise pigs, so it became a chicken pen.

At night, the chickens stop running around and huddle together when they come back, catching one at a time.

With light feet and hands, Jiang Ping'an successfully caught the three chickens.

Then his body swayed and he entered the space.

Two hours in the real world and one month in space.

After a few hours, not only the vegetables that were planted have sprouted.

The weeds brought in in the afternoon are also growing green, which is perfect for raising chickens.

In the corner of the space, on the green grass, Jiang Pingan's mind moved and he circled an acre of land.

A human-high earthen wall was built up from the ground, and the chickens were thrown into the wall to prevent them from running around and destroying crops.

The three chickens entered the space, ran to the grass and grabbed a straw nest, then huddled together and stared at each other to rest.

"It seems that due to the influence of the biological clock, I go to bed at one o'clock."

Jiang Ping'an made another puddle on the edge of the grass and brought in the spring water so that the chickens would not die of thirst.

"When I come in tomorrow morning, I don't know if the eggs laid by these chickens will go bad?"

It doesn't get dark very soon now, but in winter it gets dark very early, no later than seven o'clock at most.

If you get up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, it will be equivalent to half a year in space.

Native chickens lay hundreds of eggs a year.

Jiang Ping'an was not high-spirited. The two chickens could lay a total of one hundred eggs in one night, so he was satisfied.

The only thing that worries Jiang Ping'an is that space and time flow very fast, and if there is no one to collect the eggs, they will probably go bad.

"You have nothing to do at night. Don't rush to sleep. Just keep an eye on it. Eggs are precious these days!"

State-owned businesses, supply and marketing cooperatives, private businesses and catering industries can freely purchase fresh eggs in the market.

The purchase price of eggs is 60 cents, and the sales price is 1.2 cents, with a slight fluctuation of a few cents.

In fact, there is a lack of material resources these days. Even if you have money and tickets, you may not be able to buy eggs.

After stepping out of the space, Jiang Ping'an did not leave in a hurry, but found several large bundles of bamboo poles from the firewood pile.

The bamboo poles were retracted into the space and dropped onto the two vegetable plots of green beans and cowpeas to be used as supports.

After walking out of the penthouse, I was about to go back to wash my feet when I heard wailing and angry curses coming from Luo Manzi's house next door.

"I'll beat you to death, you damn bitch. Are you so brave? You dare to interfere in my affairs?"

"Luo Manzi, I will fight with you! Give me back the ring, ah ah ah..."

"You crazy bitch, a hen that doesn't lay eggs, why don't you die!"

"If you want to die, you must die. If you die today, I will remarry tomorrow!"
To be continued...