Author: Riding an ant to the market

The early morning mist penetrated through the cracks in the window panels.

It makes people feel chilly all over.

Fortunately, Han Xiaokang in this life had practiced Xingyiquan for several years when his family was well off.

So even if he was covered with a thin quilt like cardboard, Han Xiaokang could still bear the coolness.

Very early in the morning.

There is a girl in the distance who is not short of food. She is eating there. "The liberated area is so good, so is the mass production."

Let’s all mobilize together, and the mutual aid groups will be cheering together. The women will be cheering, and they are all vying to be the first.”

The girl's voice was not loud, but it was just loud enough for Han Xiaokang to hear clearly.

"Gu——gu——"

Next door, there was the sound of porcelain rubbing against wooden boards.

Han Xiaokang sighed.

Then he lifted up the homespun mosquito net, put on his tattered clothes, and got out of bed.

The cloth shoes with holes on them were out of the empty pigsty where he lived.

Come to the main room.

Open the main room door smoothly.

The dark home became a little brighter.

Reaching in from the bedroom door, Han Xiaokang saw his mother standing on a small bench, bending over as hard as she could, scraping cornmeal from the bottom of a large wooden cabinet.

My mother is short and thin.

Han Xiaokang was afraid that the sound would be too loud and his mother would fall headfirst into the cupboard.

"Mom, are you out of food again?" Han Xiaokang asked in a low voice.

".Not much left."

Mrs. Han Zhang stood up from the wooden cabinet with difficulty. In her hand was a large porcelain bowl filled with half a bowl of cornmeal. "How come you don't eat the 10 kilograms of cornmeal that you just borrowed from Uncle Zhang two days ago?"

"

"Mom, food cannot be saved."

Han Xiaokang frowned: "From now on, I will be in charge."

Mrs. Han Zhang stood on a small stool and carefully wiped the cornmeal on the edge of the porcelain bowl into the bowl with her hands: "If grain is not saved, how can it still fall from the sky?

Hey. Why will you be the leader in the future? Son, are you going to be my leader?"

Han Xiaokang shook his head: "No, mother, you are old, I want you to have a rest."

"That's a nice thing to say! We rural people, as long as we don't die, we have to go to death. Is it you? The half-grown man is in charge of the house, and the house collapsed."

While Mrs. Han Zhang was talking, she got down from the small stool and prepared to make breakfast.

Han Xiaokang pointed to the leaking thatched roof: "Mom, you are in charge of the house, but the house still collapses? Not only that, our family also has a meal without a meal."

Han Zhang looked at Han Xiaokang faintly, "Do you really think it's so easy to be the master?"

Han Xiaokang patted his chest: "Don't worry, mother. When I was practicing boxing, my master always praised me for being very resilient and able to endure hardships."

Mrs. Han Zhang glared: "What does this have to do with the head of the family?"

"Mom, how long have our family been eating wild vegetables before the corn becomes mushy?"

Han Xiaokang quickly added: "You see your face turns yellow after eating, but my eyes are purely green! With this condition, whose daughter will dare to marry into our old Han family in the future?"

"Mom, don't you want to have a grandson as soon as possible?"

Han Xiaokang chuckled: "That's it, I'll be in charge from today on, okay?"

Mrs. Han Zhang had a gloomy face.

But the importance of continuing the incense far exceeds her face.

When passing by Han Xiaokang, Mrs. Han Zhang took off the key to the grain cabinet from her waist and stuffed it into Han Xiaokang's hand: "You can do it! Well, from now on you will be in charge of the grain cabinet. Okay.

Great! I don’t have to mark the cornmeal every day.”

Then Mrs. Han Zhang felt lost and went to the kitchen to cook.

This brass key is equivalent to the official seal of a family.

Now that Han Zhang has handed over the key to Han Xiaokang, it means that Han Xiaokang will take on all the responsibilities of this family from now on.

With the boiled red sweet potato vine, Han Xiaokang drank the corn and wild vegetable paste, then wiped his mouth, stretched his legs and walked out of the house.

Han Zhang's voice came from behind, "Xiaokang, where are you going? It's not time to start work yet!"

"Mom, just leave it alone."

Han Xiaokang waved his hand without looking back: "I will be in charge from now on, mother, just rest well, I will take care of everything!"

"This kid! Why does something feel wrong?" Han Zhang muttered: "Is it because the wings are stiff?"

"Oh, it's your mother's fate to have a son."

Wait until Han Xiaokang walks through the mountain col outside the courtyard.

In my mind, a voice suddenly sounded:

【Ding--】

[Haohao dry cabinet team officially launched]

[Reward: Novice Gift Pack [Teleport Skill], Distance 100cm]

Then, a light green cabinet group appeared in my mind.

Han Xiaokang was shocked: He had traveled through time for several days. He was looking forward to the stars, the moon, and a golden finger!

As a result, there was no sound at all despite making wishes and praying.

Unexpectedly,

Now that I am the head of this poor and broken family, I can barely be considered the leader of the family even though there are only two people in total.

Then, this golden finger actually started so smoothly?

The matter is too important to care about.

Han Xiaokang quickly stood on the spot and began to study this mysterious cabinet group carefully.

On top of this cabinet.

There are many doors of different sizes, which look a bit similar to the "Fengchao Cabinet" of later generations.

In the middle of the cabinet, there is a small display screen.

It shows:

Date: x year, x month, x day

Time:06:02:07

There are two additional options:

[Items stored: None]

[Available lottery opportunities: None]

[Note: It can be opened once every 500 work points, and the item type is random]

Does it take 500 work points to open a blind box?

Han Xiaokang suddenly felt like his head was big!

In the production team, at the age of 18, I can be considered a strong laborer, and I can earn 10 work points every day.

But it’s not easy to save enough 500 work points

"Hey! Xiaokang, why are you standing there in a daze?"

Suddenly a voice sounded on the hillside: "Silly, are you standing there, wanting to drink the fresh northwest wind? Will you be full? Geez."

Han Xiaokang shook his head and returned to reality.

Looking up,

But it is 17-year-old Xu Yan, the daughter of production team leader Xu Dama.

I saw her jumping down the slope, "Here!"

A salted duck egg?

Han Xiaokang shook his head: "No."

"Why! Do you blame me for singing so early in the morning that I woke you up?"
To be continued...