Farmer's counterattack is busy with farming

Chapter 18 Everything is too late
During the day, Ning Xianxian talked about this in front of everyone, so he naturally had to explain it clearly to the two of them.

She yawned, endured the constant drowsiness, and said, "I did tell grandma that sesame oil is bought for ten cents."

Ning Caicai whispered: "Oh, sister, don't be afraid. I have saved the handkerchief and purse embroidered for a month here. In a few days when the weather is good, I can go to the town to exchange the money and return it to grandma." Ning Xianxian laughed Said: "You still save that little thing yourself, I have a way to pay her back."

"Xian'er, how can you make money? You have always been impatient to do these needlework." Liu Chunhua's voice sounded in the dim room, "Mother also took some time these few days to collect more firewood for sale."

Neither of them had any intention of blaming Ning Xianxian.

Ning Xianxian knew that she would not convince them of what she said now, and after a long day, she was extremely tired both physically and mentally, and she didn't want to speak anymore, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Sleep until the sun is bright.

Not even a single dream.

When Ning Xianxian opened his eyes and saw the dilapidated roof above his head, he thought he was in a dream.

After a moment of confusion, she finally realized that she was no longer in that luxurious but cold palace of the county prince, not the unfavored princess who was ridiculed by all the dignitaries.

Back then when she married Mo Lin'an, she was nominally a legal wife, but the other party didn't even give her the title of princess.

Until she died, she was nothing more than an ambiguous "Madam" in that county's palace!
Thinking that after her death, Mo Lin'an already made Ning Chengcheng the princess?
Ning Xianxian lowered her head, unconsciously pinching the white quilt with her fingers.

Now that she is nine years old, now... Tao'er is still living in the Xiangguo Mansion, Mo Lin'an should still be a prince who has not opened a mansion.

And Ning Chengcheng was only eight years old.

Everything is within reach.

But now, the most important thing in front of him is to solve the plight of himself and Liu Chunhua's mother and daughter.

At this time, Ning Caicai came in with a bowl and saw Ning Xianxian sitting on the bed in a daze, so she smiled and said, "Auntie is up? For some reason, grandma called mother to cook rice early in the morning. Let us Each person also eats a bowl of porridge. I brought you a bowl, it's quite thick, eat it while it's hot."

"Why, mother doesn't usually cook?" Ning Xianxian didn't care about these things in the past, and she didn't know much about the division of labor among the aunts and sisters-in-law in the family.All I know is that Liu Chunhua does most of the dirty work at home.

The grandfather of Ning's family and the third son are sourcing goods outside to earn money for Ning Dani's dowry, and the eldest son does not go home all the year round as a carpenter.

The few acres of land in the family are taken care of by the second and fourth sons, and they hardly ask anything except the fields.

Those who chop firewood and clean up are all done by women.

Gao Shi is pungent, no one dares to provoke her.Cheng is gentle and scheming, and the old lady likes her the most.

In addition, they all gave birth to sons, and the dirty work had to be thrown on Liu Chunhua, who was clumsy and had no sons.

The partial birth Liu Chunhua also worked hard and never complained.

Ning Caicai smiled and said, "Usually the third aunt and the second aunt take turns cooking. But the second aunt has a bad waist, so the third aunt cooks a lot. Our mother usually does laundry, cleans and chops firewood."

Ning Xianxian curled her lips: "The division of labor is quite good. No wonder they have white noodles in the house. I dare say they have deducted our share."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let grandma and the others hear, or you'll have something to say again."

"Sister, you are as timid as your mother, and you will be bullied by your in-laws when you marry!" Ning Xianxian sighed, put on a cotton jacket, put on cotton pants, and got off the ground, "Sister, I haven't washed my face yet!" Rinse your mouth."

"What nonsense is the big kid talking? I'll get you some water." Ning Caicai put the bowl on the table, "Hurry up and wash it up, I have to clear the snow in the yard."

"Has the snow stopped?"

Ning Caicai smiled and said, "It's over, there's so much snow outside, many children are playing outside, I think Bai Lian and Ying'er have also gone, sister, you can go too."

"I dont go."

Ning Xianxian's psychological age is now sixteen or seventeen, and he has no interest in playing with those children anymore.

What's more, they usually either laugh at or tease her. She would rather think about how to make money than being as knowledgeable as a few children.

"By the way, sister, the salt to rinse your mouth..." Ning Xianxian just said half a sentence, then suddenly came to his senses, and swallowed the rest of the words.

A precious thing like salt is only used by wealthy people to rinse their mouths, but it is absolutely impossible for poor people like the Ning family.

In her previous life, she was used to gargling with salt water or tea, but she forgot about it for a while.

Ning Caicai looked at her strangely: "Amei, what do you want salt for?"

Ning Xianxian quickly shook his head: "Oh, no, I mean the willow branch for brushing teeth, do we have any more?"

"Yes," Ning Caicai immediately brought a large cup from the basin stand, "You brought these back in summer, did you forget? Do you want me to soak you in boiling water?"

Poor people are reluctant to rinse their mouths with salt, and have no spare money to buy tea and the like, but they have to find ways to clean their teeth.

For example, willow branches are what they often use.

Soak the willow branches in boiling water, and then bite them open with your teeth. There will be many fine burrs on the cut surface of the willow branches, which is not enough to brush your teeth.

Not bad.

Ning Xianxian took a small willow branch, soaked it in water, cleaned his teeth carefully, and washed his face before he was willing to sit down and drink porridge.

Ning Caicai walked over with a broom, and said with a smile, "Since you were young, you have always loved cleanliness, and you have to wash your teeth every day. Those teeth are so white and shiny."

"Sister, you can only eat good food when your teeth are healthy!" Ning Xianxian persuaded, "Sister, brush your teeth more frequently."

"I don't want to eat anything good." Ning Caicai walked out without paying much attention, "I wash up every now and then, as long as it doesn't affect my meal."

Ning Xianxian smiled: "Don't cry if you have problems with your teeth in the future."

"What's the problem?"

Ning Caicai stood at the door and said with a smile, "The sun is really nice today, and we can go to town in two days. This is the last big fair before the year, sister, let's go shopping together?"

"Okay."

Ning Xianxian was thinking about this, so he naturally agreed when he heard the words.

Chinese New Year is the most important thing throughout the year.No matter how poor the family is, they must prepare what should be prepared and buy what should be bought.

So on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Ning Xianxian woke up before dawn, washed up, drank the gruel that became thinner again, put on his cotton jacket, cotton trousers and cotton shoes neatly, and went to the market with Fourth Uncle Ning.

Ning Dani, Ning Caicai, Ning Bailian, Ning Bilian and Ning Yingying also went together.

At the end of the year, tofu must be ground, steamed buns, fried rice cakes, and the women stay at home to work.The two boys were detained in the house, doing homework left by the master in the private school.

So only a few girls went to join in the fun.

They all have to sell the needlework they save on weekdays for money.

Among the girls, apart from the youngest Ning Yingying, only Ning Xianxian didn't bring any needlework.

(End of this chapter)