The water they drank was well water, which was a water pressurized well that my uncle used to save money to dig for the two families.

The two of them share a courtyard wall, with a door on the wall, which only opens when the water is pressed in the morning, and the well is at my uncle's house.

The groundwater in this era is still very pure and tastes sweet, but the prerequisite is boiling hot water.

The Zhuo family is used to drinking cold water in the water tank, but Zhuo Lin is used to drinking hot water. She also asks to drink cold water, so my mother will prepare a pot for her and her younger brother, and pour it into a bowl to cool down when drinking.

Although the groundwater is not polluted now, Chinese people drink boiled water because there are too many people who get sick from drinking water in the five and six years, so they have similar promotions and continue. The new city produces Maojian and is well-known at home and abroad. Therefore, they cannot lack boiled water in their daily lives, but they have not developed yet.

My father's supper was made of bean cakes and wild vegetables. I just ate it up. Because the food was scarce, my father licked the bowl clean. Not only him, but his mother and brothers did this. Even the youngest Zhuo Jian would sometimes hold the small wooden bowl and lick it around. Only her, and she couldn't get the mouth down, and in the end, my brother added it to her.

You say she is pretentious, and it depends entirely on her past memory. Even if she is so hungry, she is embarrassed to do this. Fortunately, she usually eats clear soup and water. There are very few cases when licking a bowl, because the soup is not sticky enough, and even if you want to add it, you have to lick it.

As soon as my mother packed up, my aunt shouted in the yard: "Juan'er, it's getting late today. You can rest early. If you have anything to do, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Okay, sister-in-law."

My mother's name is Wang Juan and my aunt's name is Chen Qiuxia, but she is a little older than my grandmother, so she speaks very well in both families, and everyone respects her very much. After all, this family can be regarded as the support of Chen Qiuxia as her eldest sister-in-law.

If it was too late today, nothing could be seen, and the things in the basket could not be seen clearly. My mother and father carried the bamboo basket into the main hall.

He started to burn hot water for the whole family, washed and fell asleep. Although there were no clocks at home, Zhuolin guessed that he would probably go to bed at seven or eight o'clock at home.

In later generations, she went to bed at 11 or 12 o'clock, but in this era, she could not see anything when it was dark, and there was no entertainment. Besides, everyone was hungry, and no one thought about anything else, went to bed early, and didn't think about hunger anymore.

Several brothers slept in the same room. She, Zhuo, slept with her parents for a few days, and her father seemed to be very sticky to her mother. Well, she tried her best to be a deaf person...

As soon as the sky was dawn, drizzle drizzled in the sky. Perhaps because of the sound of rain, it made people sleep more easily, and everyone got up a little late.

After washing up, my mother cooked a bean cake as usual, but it was very thin. However, the cabbage and wild vegetables she got back yesterday were mixed into the soup, which looked a little bit of ingredients, and the thick mother left it to her father. Zhuo Jian and her, but the fourth and fifth brothers did not get much bean dregs. The vegetables were a little more, and they looked a little shabby. However, the two brothers were very sensible and didn't say anything. They drank it rudely.

Zhuo Dajun felt very heartbroken when he looked at the yellow face and thin skin of the family. He wanted to pull the two big ones in his bowl, but his mother stopped him.

"You are the pillar of our family. You can't have any trouble. I'm not hungry. Come on, A Yuan, Aran, mom will give you some more food."
Chapter completed!