Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household

Lin Lan, “Let me tell the brigade and we can buy some. It’s too late now at night, so I’d rather you not go out.”

The stalks by the river near the brigade had been chopped down to make baskets, so there was no surplus left.

Erwang disagreed with her. If they needed to buy their firewood as well, it would be too extravagant. If there were no vitex stalks left, there were always calabash stems and reeds. The worst case scenario would be to walk a little further from the village to see where the plants grew.

Now that there were two pots in the house, cooking became much faster. One pot was used to stew meat, steamed buns and pancakes, while the other was used to cook vegetables. They were worried that the stir-fried vegetables would turn cold, so they warmed them in a large pot until Han Qingsong and the children returned home for dinner.

When it got dark, Dawang and his siblings came back. They managed to mill 20 catties of wheat. Years ago, when Han Qingsong was at home, he had to push more sorghum and cornmeal.

The sweet potato noodles made from dried sweet potatoes were the worst according to Lin Lan’s opinion. Since she earned a lot of work points and often went out to advertise, she tried to eat more corn, sorghum, millet and the like in order to avoid eating too much sweet potato noodles. She would rather eat boiled sweet potatoes than try to make them into noodles. To her, it was truly unappetising and was comparable to being food for the cattle. 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝘯𝑜𝘷𝑒𝑙．𝑐𝘰𝘮

Erwang saw that the food was almost finished being prepared, so he asked Maisui to help Lin Lan light the fire. He said to Dawang, “Eldest Brother, let’s go and cut some calabash stems. We don’t have enough grass to raise a fire at home.”

Dawang didn’t say much, but he went to get the sickle and rope before carrying the lamp they have at home all the way to the river and lighting it there.

Lin Lan was worried, “Or you guys can go tomorrow; the riverside is very dangerous at night.”

Erwang couldn’t wait, “What if someone’s house was also out of grass to light a fire and decide to go tomorrow as well?”

Since the new year was coming to an end, someone would undoubtedly be lacking firewood. Even if there was water, the river was shallow and it would most likely be frozen on the outermost layer, so there really was nothing to be worried about.

Lin Lan had no choice but to let them go and have Sanwang stay at home, so as not to cause trouble for his older brothers. She also had them go to the brigade to borrow a cart.

After a while, Han Qingsong came back with a round basket on his bicycle that contained many things.

Lin Lan and the children hurried out to help unload the baggage. She was pleasantly surprised, “Where did you get all this?”

Whenever Han Qingsong brought back something, it was either him receiving a reward from some unit or it was a gift from someone else.

He led the men from the Public Security Bureau all day long and even commanded the rescue operation to save someone who fell into the ice hole in the commune’s reservoir.

Han Qingsong handed her half of the pig’s head, “These are gifts from the Yellow River Brigade to the Public Security Bureau. We divided them up and I was given an extra half of the pig’s head.”