The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

At least two more oil lamps need to be bought.

For the three people in the master bedroom, there are only two quilts…

There isn’t even a clothes drying rod. It seems like the clothes of this family were simply dried on the fence before.

The only seasonings for cooking are salt and ginger, not even soy sauce for making braised fish.

Need to buy seasonings…

She needs quite a few pots for making medicine…

There are too many things to add.

Everything requires money.

It just so happens that she has not a single copper coin now.

Make money…

There really is nothing more important than making money.

Most importantly, she really wants to eat a meal of white rice like modern people do!

Ever since coming to ancient times, she’s only eaten brown rice. The brown rice bought in ancient times is broken rice, mixed with a lot of bran. Refined rice is like the ordinary rice modern people eat.

With too much bran, it’s hard to swallow.

Because this family used to eat brown rice for a long time, there’s actually a round dustpan.

She heard from third brother that some families save money by not removing the bran, directly cooking it all together.

She still has to remove the bran, so it’s not too difficult to swallow.

She poured several jin of brown rice into the dustpan, walked over to the banana leaf where she threw the fish organs earlier, held the edge of the dustpan and gently shook it, shaking the bran onto one side, then holding the dustpan in a snapping motion, the bran was poured onto the banana leaf, while the rice remained in the dustpan.

After repeating this a few times, there wasn’t much bran left in the brown rice.

She simply sieved the whole bag of rice, which probably ended up being around sixteen jin of rice. There were four jin of broken rice husks and bran. She really felt that the bran was wasted, as it could be used to feed pigs, but unfortunately, the Xiao family didn’t raise pigs.

Not to mention pigs, they didn’t even have enough food for themselves.

While in modern times, she had experienced rural life for half a month in a remote farming family.

Though it was only half a month, she was smart and had watched people do farm work every day. Occasionally, she would help out, which allowed her to learn how to do farm work.

Moreover, based on the village and town she had seen here, this place was at least over a thousand years more backward than modern times. Farm work was simpler, easily learned by just taking a look. At most, it was a little rusty, but she could quickly become proficient.

She poured more than two jin of the sixteen jin of rice into the pot.

Second and third brothers have a big appetite, so each needs to eat almost one jin to be full.

For her and fourth brother, it was about two taels each.

It turns out that just buying brown rice, the family needs almost one tael of silver a month to be enough to eat.

After rinsing the rice, she added water and cooked it in the pot.

Su Qingyue covered the pot with the lid, turned around, and watched as Xiao Qinghe bent over to pick up a fish. First, he slit open the fish belly with a fish-scaling knife, scooped out the internal organs, cut along the fish’s spine without cutting it off, only cutting the fish enough for it to be laid flat on both sides. If there were fish roe and liver, they were thrown into the wooden basin, while the rest of the organs were placed on the banana leaf.

Perhaps he hadn’t gutted fish for a long time, so it was a bit clumsy at first, but he got faster as he gutted each fish.

Although he was doing something rather bloody, his movements had an indescribable elegance and charm, unlike second brother’s quick and rough actions.

His eyes were clear, and from his gaze, it was hard to tell that this was a man who had been lying on the bed for three years, half-paralyzed.

His face was handsome, with a pallor that came from not seeing sunlight for many years.

It couldn’t be said that he was better looking than third brother; in terms of handsomeness, he was about the same level, but he belonged to a completely different category. He was refined and gentle, like a pleasant and comfortable-looking neighbor boy.

Unconsciously, she became fascinated.

PS: I recommend Tian Nit s good work “Time-travel of a Good Rural Wife”, it’s a very good read, go take a look-