MTL - The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension-Chapter 4 space

  Chapter 4 Space

   "Really!" Sun Mei's eyes lit up immediately, and she couldn't contain her excitement.

  The matter of this space has to be traced back to before the time travel, their four and a half year old daughter Zhao Zhitong suddenly awakened to a space at noon one day!

  As a veteran fan of novels, Sun Mei immediately keenly associated various plots in online novels, and immediately concluded that once the space appeared, it would probably be the end of the world.

  So, he persuaded Zhao Dong, spent more than half of his family's savings, and went to the supermarket to collect a bunch of supplies.

"Look, what did I say? You were so distressed at the time. Fortunately, you listened to me. Now I regret that I didn't spend all my money!" Sun Mei said proudly, "How dare you talk about reading novels?" It's useless, hum."

"Hahaha, daughter-in-law, you are awesome." Zhao Dong put the rice and eggs on the stove, held his daughter-in-law's face and waved, now that there is food in the space, they will not have to worry about food for a long time worry.

   Zhao Zhitong, who ran in behind Zhao Dong, poked out a small head, pouted and looked at his parents: "Tongtong wants to kiss too."

  Seeing his own daughter, Zhao Dong laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth were cracked behind his ears. He bent down and picked up Zhao Zhitong, and kissed her on the cheek: "Of course my Tongtong is the best."

  Zhao Dong has a beard on his face, and Zhao Zhitong hides everywhere, and the sound of laughter spreads in the room.

  The family of three became more relaxed and happy because of the appearance of the space.

  Sun Mei has already found a clean clay pot, poured a bag of rice into it, found another basket, and put the eggs in it.

   They came back from shopping, passed by the chicken farm at the entrance of the village, and ordered 80 boxes of eggs. There were 90 eggs in each box, which was enough for them to eat for a long time.

   "Tongtong, take out the salt for mother, and mother will pickle salted eggs for you tomorrow."

  Salt is a necessity, and Sun Mei, a senior novelist, will not miss it. For this reason, she has stored up two hundred boxes of salt.

   It's no wonder that Zhao Dong felt distressed at the time. There are forty packs of salt in a box, two hundred boxes. They are a family of three, and they can't finish eating in two lifetimes.

   Then Sun Mei was about to fill up the flour tank, but was stopped by Zhao Dong: "Daughter-in-law, don't pour it out yet."

   "What's wrong?" Sun Mei looked puzzled.

   "Daughter-in-law, you are so stupid, the conditions of the ancient mills were so poor, and the flour was not as white, so we'd better be careful."

  After being reminded by Zhao Dong, Sun Mei also realized it, and nodded immediately: "That's right, I forgot about this, I will take out less and mix it with the flour here."

  Zhao Zhitong put the remaining flour, empty rice bags, and egg boxes into the space again.

   This kitchen originally had nothing but a handful of salt. Fortunately, at that time, Sun Mei was afraid of the doomsday and wanted to eat something delicious, so she bought tens of thousands of dollars of seasoning in the space.

  Soybean oil, soy sauce and vinegar, and other seasonings, Sun Mei filled them up.

  After everything was settled, Zhao Dong lit a fire, and Sun Mei baked a scallion pancake with shallots borrowed from a neighbor, cooked a small pot of porridge, and scrambled an egg. The dinner of the three of them was settled.

   After a busy day today, the three of them prepared to go to bed as soon as it got dark.

  Zhao Dong hung up the mosquito net, because it was summer, and there was no need to cover it too thickly, but he was used to sleeping on a bed with mattresses, and he might not be used to sleeping on this kind of hard bed all of a sudden.

  So, Sun Mei spread the quilt from the closet on the bed, and then spread a straw mat on top of the quilt, which would make it much softer.

  Anyway, she stored dozens of quilts in the space, and when winter took them out, she sewed the original quilts outside, so that no one else could find them.

   After a busy day, I was exhausted, and with the toilet water of a certain magic brand sprayed by Sun Mei, I gradually fell into a dream.

  —

   In the next few days, Sun Mei took out all the mosquito nets, sheets and clothes at home to wash, and took them out to dry in the sun.

  The open space at home has also been refurbished by Zhao Dong and planted with vegetables. At that time, green shoots had already sprouted.

  Looking at the newly cleaned home, sitting under the tree in the yard, Sun Mei felt that the air was much fresher.

   But, the only fly in the ointment is the hut, which made the family who used to use the flush toilet doubt life for a while.

  The hard life these days has completely wiped out what little Sun Mei had left, the joy brought by time travel.

  There is no computer, mobile phone, Aipai, no entertainment programs, and there is still a lot of vegetables and porridge without any meat. However, this kind of food is already the best in the farmers' homes.

  Both Zhao and Dong were farmers in their previous lives, and they also suffered from hardships before. They can still bear such a hard life.

   But Zhao Zhitong, she is still so small, although she is nourished by the milk and eggs in the space now, she will not be anemic like her original body before, but the supplies in the space are limited after all, and will be eaten up one day.

  Plus, what should the child do when he grows up? Could it be that she just randomly finds a farmer in the village to marry, and spends her life facing the loess with her back to the sky?

   For this reason, Zhao Dong and Sun Mei couldn't sleep at night, so they thought of a way to make the whole family prosperous, at least so that the daughter could marry into the city.

  Compared to the worries of her parents, Zhao Zhitong, who is young and ignorant, doesn't know what it means to be sad. These days, she has turned upside down in the countryside.

  Many children of the same age in this village got along well with her.

  In the space, Sun Mei bought her piles of sweets, and she never liked sweets, so she was very generous, so many children in the same village who got sweets loved to play with her.

  Zhao Zhitong is very happy to have so many friends to play with, and to be able to go wild everywhere.

  —

   "Husband, the tank is out of water!"

  At this time, Sun Mei, who was wearing an apron, held a basin and looked at the water tank that was about to bottom out, and called to Zhao Dong, who was weaving baskets over there.

  The original Zhao Dong knew how to weave baskets and bamboo hats. Last night he suddenly remembered that the day after tomorrow would be a market, so he planned to weave some baskets to exchange money and buy some meat along the way.

  Hearing what Sun Mei said, he raised his head and smiled and said, "Well, just leave it alone and wait for me to make this up."

Sitting in the yard over there, Zhao Zhitong, who was holding a wooden stick and doodling on the ground, heard the conversation between the two, immediately dropped the wooden stick, trotted to Zhao Dong, his eyes sparkled: "Wow, Dad, the basket you wove It's so delicious."

  Zhao Dong chuckled, and kept moving his hands: "Your mouth is so sweet, tell me, what bad idea are you holding back?"

  Zhao Zhitong squatted in front of Zhao Dong, a small one, dragging his chin, blinking at Zhao Dong: "Daddy, I want to fetch water with you."

   "No." Zhao Dong directly refused: "Daddy will carry two buckets of water later, and you are tired from running, so Daddy can't hug you."

   "Don't want Daddy to hug me, I can walk by myself." Zhao Zhitong trotted over and hugged Zhao Dong's arm and began to twist and turn: "Daddy just let me go."

  After being tortured by his daughter, Zhao Dong's heart softened, but he still said with a straight face: "That's what you said. My feet and feet hurt after a while, but Daddy won't hug me."

  Seeing that Zhao Dong agreed, Zhao Zhitong didn't care whether to hug or not, so he ran to help Zhao Dong carry the pole.

  All farmers in the village share a well. Only a few wealthy families will dig a well in the yard.

  (end of this chapter)