"Really!" Sun Mei's eyes immediately lit up. She was so excited that she couldn't control herself.
The matter of this space could be traced back to before the transmigration. Their four-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Zhao Zhitong, suddenly triggered a space to appear at noon one day!
As an experienced novel fan, Sun Mei immediately thought of the various scenes in online novels and immediately concluded that the world would end the moment the space appeared.
Hence, she convinced Zhao Dong to spend more than half of their family's savings to stock up on supplies from the supermarket.
"Look, what did I say? Your heart ached at that time. Fortunately, you listened to me. Now, I regret not spending all my money!" Sun Mei's face was filled with pride. "Let's see if you still dare to say that reading novels is useless. Hmph."
"Hahaha, wife, you're awesome." Zhao Dong placed the rice and eggs on the stove and cupped his wife's face. With the food in the interspace, they wouldn't have to worry about food for a long time.
Zhao Zhitong, who had run behind Zhao Dong, stuck her head out and pouted at her parents. "Tongtong wants a kiss too."
When he saw his daughter, Zhao Dong smiled so widely that the corners of his mouth almost reached behind his ears. He bent down, picked up Zhao Zhitong, and kissed her on the cheek. "Of course, my Tongtong is the best."
Zhao Dong had a beard on his face and this made Zhao Zhitong try to run away. Laughter spread throughout the room.
Due to the appearance of the space, the family of three felt much more relaxed and happy.
Sun Mei had already found a clean clay pot and poured a bag of rice into it. She also found a basket and placed the eggs inside.
They were the ones who bought the eggs. They passed by the chicken farm at the entrance of the village and ordered a total of 80 boxes. There were 90 eggs in each box, enough for them to eat for a long time.
"Tongtong, bring me the salt. I'll make pickled salted eggs for you tomorrow."
As an experienced novelist, Sun Mei would not miss out on a necessity like salt. For this reason, she had stored 200 boxes of salt.
No wonder Zhao Dong's heart ached at that time. There were 40 bags of salt in one box, and 200 boxes in total. Their family of three could not finish them in two lifetimes.
Then, Sun Mei was about to fill the flour vat when Zhao Dong stopped her. "Wife, don't pour it in first."
"What's wrong?" Sun Mei looked puzzled.
"Wife, are you stupid? The conditions of the mills in ancient times are so poor. The flour is not so white. We should be careful."
With Zhao Dong's reminder, Sun Mei also realized it and immediately nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, I forgot about this. I'll take less out and mix it with the flour here."
Zhao Zhitong put the remaining flour, empty rice bags, and egg boxes back into her space.
This kitchen originally had nothing except a handful of salt. Fortunately, Sun Mei was afraid that Doomsday would come and that she might want to eat something delicious. She bought tens of thousands of yuan worth of seasonings in the space.
Sun Mei filled it with soybean oil, soy sauce, vinegar, and other seasonings.
After everything was settled, Zhao Dong started a fire. Sun Mei used the scallions she borrowed from her neighbor to make a scallion pancake. She cooked a small pot of porridge and scrambled an egg. The dinner for three was settled.
After a busy day, the three of them prepared to sleep when the sky turned dark.
Zhao Dong hung up the mosquito net. As it was summer, there was no need to cover up too thickly. However, he was used to sleeping on a bed with a mattress. He was probably not used to sleeping on such a hard bed.
Sun Mei spread the bedding in the cabinet on the bed. Then, she spread the straw mat on the bedding. This way, it would be much softer.
In any case, she had stored dozens of beddings in her space. When winter came, she would take them out and sew the original blanket of this house outside. No one would notice.
After a busy day, he was extremely tired. Accompanied by Sun Mei's flower dew, he gradually entered his dream.
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In the next few days, Sun Mei took out all the mosquito nets, bedsheets, and clothes at home and washed them under the sun.
The empty space at home had also been renovated by Zhao Dong and planted with vegetables. At that time, green shoots had already sprouted.
Looking at the new home that had been cleaned, Sun Mei felt that the air was much fresher as she sat under the tree in the courtyard.
However, the only flaw was the toilet. It was still difficult for the family, who were used to flushing toilets, to adapt to.
These few days of hardship had completely obliterated what little joy Sun Mei had left from her transmigration.
There were no computers, no cell phones, and no entertainment programs. They ate vegetables and porridge as there was no meat or fish at all. However, such food was already the best option in a farmer's family.
In their previous lives, Zhao Dong had also been a farmer. He had also suffered previously and could still endure such a bitter life.
However, Zhao Zhitong was still so young. Although she was nourished by the milk and eggs in the space and was not as anemic as her original self, the resources in the interspace were limited. One day, she would finish them all.
In addition, what would happen when the child grew up? Would she have to marry a farmer in the village and spend the rest of her life facing yellow soil?
Due to this, Zhao Dong and Sun Mei couldn't sleep well every night as they thought of a way for their family to prosper. At the very least, their daughter should marry into the city.
Compared to her parents' worries, Zhao Zhitong, who was young and ignorant, didn't know how to feel. In the past few days, she had been running wild in the countryside.
Many children her age in this village were on good terms with her.
Sun Mei bought her a pile of sweets from her space. She had never liked sweets, so she was very generous. Therefore, many children in the same village who had benefited from the sweets loved to play with her.
Zhao Zhitong was very happy to have so many friends to play with and could go wild everywhere.
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"Honey, the water tank is out of water!"
At this moment, Sun Mei, who was wearing an apron, held a basin and looked at the almost empty water tank. She shouted at Zhao Dong, who was weaving a basket.
The original Zhao Dong knew how to weave baskets and bamboo hats. Last night, he suddenly remembered that the market was open the day after tomorrow, so he planned to weave some baskets for money and buy some meat to eat.
Upon hearing Sun Mei's words, she looked up and smiled. "Yes, leave it alone. Wait for me to make this up."
Zhao Zhitong, who was sitting in the courtyard with a wooden stick and drawing on the ground, heard their conversation. She immediately threw down the wooden stick and jogged to Zhao Dong. Her eyes were sparkling. "Wow, Daddy, the basket you made is so beautiful."
Zhao Dong chuckled and kept moving his hands. "You're so sweet. Tell me, what bad ideas are you holding back now?"
Zhao Zhitong squatted in front of Zhao Dong. She was small and small. She rested her chin on her hand and blinked at Zhao Dong. "Father, I want to go get water with you."
"No." Zhao Dong refused directly. "Daddy will carry two buckets of water later. If you're tired from running, Daddy won't be able to carry you."
"I don't want Daddy to carry me. I can walk by myself." Zhao Zhitong jogged over and hugged Zhao Dong's arm. She started twisting it. "Daddy, just let me go."
After being pestered by his daughter, Zhao Dong's heart softened, but he still said with a straight face, "You said it yourself. If your feet hurt later, Daddy won't carry you."
Seeing that Zhao Dong had agreed, Zhao Zhitong didn't care about him carrying her. She jogged over to help Zhao Dong carry the shoulder pole.
The farmers in the village all shared a well. Only a few rich people could build a well in the courtyard.