Chapter 9 People who live in pigsties

Author: Riding an ant to the market

Chapter 9 People who live in pigsties

The commandos retreated in a hurry.

Han Xiaokang and Zhou Jian cursed inwardly, but they could only continue on their way.

Who said that the composition of both of their families is not so beautiful?

Therefore, it is only natural that unlucky people do unlucky things and act as unlucky people.

By the time Han Xiaokang left the mountains, it was almost dusk.

Not far away, we reached the Wujiazhai Production Team, the first village outside the mountain.

In the fields, there are still many members working hard at this time. No, they are working hard.

When they saw Han Xiaokang and Zhou Jian walking in a hurry, with two wolf skins stretched out of their backpacks, everyone couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised: "These two young men are so good, they have some skills!"

Peng Zhikun, the 8th captain of the Wujiazhai production team, even came up to him and looked around: "That's awesome, boy! How dare you go into the mountains without a hunting dog? And kill two male wolves?"

Awesome! I see what you are carrying is not wolf skin, it is simply cowhide!"

"It's a pity that these two wolf skins have knife edges, so they are not worth that much money."

Since we still have more than 30 miles to go home, we don’t dare to delay.

So Han Xiaokang chatted with the other party for a few words, and then left in a hurry.

By the time we returned to the streets of the Zhenxing District, it was already early in the morning.

It had already become dark.

Fortunately, it is a summer night and the moonlight is bright.

Han Xiaokang and Zhou Jian made an appointment to sell wolf skins together while attending the market the day after tomorrow.

Then the two of them went home separately.

In the moonlight.

There are three crumbling mud houses lined up in a row. The courtyard wall has collapsed badly, and the dogtail grass on the wall is swaying in the strong wind.

The dark doorway of the main hall.

There is a window hole on the left and right.

It looked like a hungry wild cat lying in the wilderness.

This is my home in this life, a place where even mice don't want to stay any longer.

Han Xiaokang entered the courtyard,

Knocking lightly on the door of the hall: "Mom, open the door, I'm back."

"Crunch——"

Mrs. Han Zhang opened the door with a kerosene lamp that flickered on and off: "Xiaokang?"

"It's me, mother."

Mrs. Han Zhang stretched out her hand like a dead branch and touched Han Xiaokang up and down.

Then he burst into tears: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.”

"Mom, don't cry."

Han Xiaokang helped his mother into the house: "Don't cry, mother, we are in a new society, and we don't dare to talk like this. If someone hears it, we will be in trouble. Let's go back to the house."

"Hey, go back to the house, go back to the house. Mom still left some food for you! Every meal is left for my son."

Putting his hand on his mother's bony shoulder, Han Xiaokang felt a sense of desolation in his heart.

In fact, as a time traveler, memories can be instilled into one's mind.

But feelings need to be cultivated.

This cannot be inherited.

However, Han Zhang's tears just now and the white rice left for him in the iron pot made Han Xiaokang unable to help but cry secretly.

——This is a mother who still drinks corn porridge, eats wild vegetables, and leaves all the rice for her son.

"Hey, mother! Who cares about that bit of brown rice that hurts your throat?"

Han Xiaokang asked Mrs. Han Zhang to sit in the main room and rest, and then whispered: "Tonight, I will treat you to meat!"

"Eat meat? Where does the meat come from?"

Han Zhang was stunned: "I heard from the commandos from the production team next door who had returned in the afternoon that they didn't catch any prey at all when they went into the mountains this time. They were all busy setting fires and exterminating insects."

Basically every production team has people who join the commando team.

Mrs. Han Zhang was obviously paying attention to information about which of them had come back, and why her son had not come back.

Han Xiaokang smiled and said: "Mom, don't worry about this. I am the boss now. Don't worry, I am here!"

There is only one kerosene lamp made from a discarded ink bottle at home.

Han Xiaokang left the lamp in the main room to prevent his mother from sitting there in the dark and scared.

Then he went to the kitchen alone and started to make a fire to stew meat.

Naturally, before the wolf meat even entered the yard, Han Xiaokang had already taken some of it out of the hive cabinet and put it into his backpack.

The weather is very hot now, so I don’t dare to take out too much at once.

This poor family is really sad because there is not even a drop of lard, and even the rapeseed oil is only as high as a knuckle.

The total is less than 2 taels.

Fortunately, we still have salt, Sichuan peppercorns, and dried chili peppers at home.

Han Xiaokang chopped about 3 pounds of wolf neck meat and stewed it directly with water and seasonings.

Many people think that wolf meat, which is similar to dog meat, should come from the hind legs. However, in fact, the meat from the front legs under the neck is more fragrant and tender.

Stewed in this way, Han Zhang, who has bad teeth, can eat more smoothly.

"Gululu——"

The fire of the wood-fired stove is strong, and a strong fragrance fills the air within a short time.

The crumbling and cracked mud walls could no longer contain the aroma of meat, so this alluring aroma wafted everywhere in the wilderness.

"Mom, eat meat."

Han Xiaokang brought the wolf meat to the table, and then scooped a bowl of rice for Han Zhang, "Mom, don't eat too hard, you may choke."

"Hey, hey!"

Mrs. Han Zhang agreed while picking up a large piece of meat and giving it to Han Xiaokang: "Son, you eat it."

"I've eaten it a long time ago. Mom, you go ahead and eat it. Don't eat too much at once. It's too oily and it's easy to hit the javelin if you eat it."

"Pfft——"

When I traveled back in time, this was the first time I saw Mrs. Han Zhang smiling.

"Silly son! Can you speak like this in front of your mother?"

Mr. Han and Zhang seemed to be thinking a little outside the box, saying whatever came to mind.

I saw her pick up a piece of meat, chew it slowly, and then talk about another thing: "Oh, my son, now you use toilet paper to wipe your butt, just like the public servants in the city. This is too luxurious.

Bar?"

"My silly girl, you are eating! Is it appropriate to say this now?"

After finishing a very warm midnight snack, Han Xiaokang returned to the kitchen to prepare for bed.

There are only 3 rooms in the house in total.

The bedroom was given to my mother to sleep in, and the main room was not suitable for human habitation.

The remaining room has a kitchen in the front and a pigsty in the back.

That is where you live.

Fortunately, in the production team, members are not allowed to raise pigs privately, so the original pig pens are not so disgusting if they are washed with water.

A simple bamboo bed was spread on the stone floor of the pigsty. This was where Han Xiaokang slept.

Lying in bed,

Han Xiaokang felt that during this period, he must first earn some food to put away.

But there is no need to accumulate too much food, as long as it is enough for these two months.

Because next, everyone will work together and eat in the production team’s canteen every day.

When all the commune members in the countryside go to the canteen to eat free of charge, then the food in the pigeon market will inevitably be more abundant.

When the time comes, I will find a way to make some money and take the opportunity to buy some food and save it.

Therefore, Han Xiaokang felt that finding ways to improve the living environment should be put on the agenda first.

Otherwise, I'll sleep in this pigsty.

From the manure outlet of the pigsty to the hole leading to the latrine, there is always a stench leaking in.

I have been having nightmares these past few days, either working in a snail noodle shop or working at Lao Tan’s pickled cabbage pit.

That sour and refreshing taste.

It’s simply not a show off!
Chapter completed!