Jia Zhangshi was ill.
He lay on the bed, unable to recover.
Qin Huairu was making porridge for her wicked mother-in-law.
However, her thoughts had long drifted to somewhere unknown.
The scene of He Yuzhu scolding her mother-in-law in the morning was still vivid in her mind.
Although her mother-in-law was scolded, she did not hold a grudge against He Yuzhu at all. Instead, she felt as if someone had vented the anger in her heart.
This ungrateful granny, Qin Huiru wished that Silly Zhu could scold her to death!
How many times had it been? Every time Jia Geng made a mistake, his mother-in-law would stand up for him.
This caused Jia Geng to be arrogant because of his favor. In the past, he only stole some peanuts from Silly Zhu's house.
Now, he even dared to steal other people's pheasants!
When he grew up, he would become a human trafficker.
Beside her, a small hand gripped the corner of Qin Huairu's shirt tightly.
"Mom, Huai Hua is hungry!"
Tears welled up in Qin Huiru's eyes when she saw Huai Hua, whose face had obviously slimmed down.
How sad!
The family of five lived on her monthly salary of 27.50 yuan.
Although they could barely feed themselves, the children did not have any oil in their stomachs and could not gain weight at all.
In the past, by relying on Silly Pillar, the children could eat a good meal every five days.
His face was chubby and red.
Now, they were back to the days of tightening their belts.
It didn't matter if her life was a little bitter, but she could only watch her three children suffer as well.
As a mother, no one could take it.
"Be good, Huai Hua. Grandma is sick and needs to eat first. I'll cook some meat soup for you later.”
There were also five catties of pork given by an old man, which could barely last the Spring Festival.
Five catties of pork for five people. On average, one catty per person for a month.
She didn't have to eat it herself and gave it to the three children.
With this thought in mind, Qin Huairu felt that the Spring Festival would pass by as soon as she gritted her teeth.
However, he couldn't cook radish stewed with pork during the Spring Festival like in the past, let alone make dumplings. Those were all extravagant wishes.
If he wanted to blame someone, he could only blame his disappointing eldest son!
Qin Huairu wanted to tease him, but she no longer had the strength to get angry.
It was better to save the energy that was wasted by anger. He could save a lunch at the rolling mill.
They only had breakfast and dinner.
As for the five chickens he owed Xu Damao, it was easy to settle.
He would be getting his salary today.
Twenty-seven and a half yuan, plus a rabbit, a soap ticket, and half a foot of cloth ticket, it was not a problem to exchange for five chickens in the black market.
However, he felt very uncomfortable.
If these five chickens could stay to celebrate the new year, they would definitely be able to enjoy a very 'rich' new year.
But now, she couldn't make the child's new clothes, and the rabbit that she had raised for a year was also lost.
After deducting Jia Dang and Jia Geng's tuition fees, he didn't know how much of his salary would be left.
The things sold in the black market were usually more expensive than those sold in the market.
In the market, there was a fixed amount of food every day, and one could only buy it with a ticket.
If you go late, you won't be able to buy anything.
Not to mention buying five chickens, that was a fantasy.
Hence, the black market was born.
The villagers of the Commune earned work points. One working day was equivalent to a whole job. The work points earned from working for a day were only equivalent to 40 to 50 cents.
If the villagers wanted cloth tickets, soap tickets, oil tickets, and so on, they would exchange some livestock and agricultural products at the black market.
The black market was a secretive existence, but the higher-ups basically turned a blind eye to it.
After making up her mind, Qin Huairu decided that after she received her salary in the evening, she would go to the black market to get five chickens to return to Xu Damao the next morning.
……
After He Yuzhu completed the check-in mission today, he not only obtained a small yellow fish, but also a space expansion card.
After the expansion card was used, the space instantly increased from 9 cubic meters to 125 cubic meters. It was much more spacious.
Moreover, there were more options in the space.
These options could be used to arrange the environment in the space.
For example, grass, mud, pond, beach, and so on.
He Yuzhu willed and a 2x2 pond appeared in the space.
It seemed that in the future, live fish could also be directly thrown into the space for breeding.
It was just that raising fish in the space was really a little aggrieved.
The real economy was king.
However, most of the enterprises were public-private joint ventures now, so it was not so easy to contract fish ponds.
He could only wait for the current 'wind' to blow past and make plans in the 70s and 80s.
At noon.
He Yuzhu steamed the cornbread himself.
Usually, these things would be handed over to Ma Hua or Fatty. He rarely handled them.
The cornbread hadn't even been cooked yet, and Fatty and Ma Hua had already been 'lured' over.
"Master, what kind of cornbread are you steaming today? It smells so good?"
Fatty's nose twitched, his eyes blurred.
"Why do I smell the fragrance of roasted meat?”
Ma Hua was puzzled.
He usually used the same material process as his master to steam the cornbread.
But why was the steamed cornbread steamed by Master so fragrant?
"What's wrong?" He Yuzhu smiled. Do you want to learn?"
The two disciples nodded as if they were shaking.
"This is a unique skill. If I want to teach you, you might not be able to learn it.”
He Yuzhu's cold water had caught the two disciples off guard.
To be honest, even he himself didn't know where the smell of roasted meat came from.
Perhaps after reaching the God of Cooking Realm, he could already control the olfactory nerves of others and cause them to have an illusion?
In any case, when he was making the cornbread, his mind was filled with the smell of roasted meat. In the end, the cornbread he made did indeed carry the fragrance of roasted meat.
Perhaps this was the legendary mind control?
However, he was already so powerful at level nine. If his culinary skills reached the maximum level, wouldn't it be addictive?
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