✓The sixty-zero life of a wood-based superpower

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Chapter 71

As soon as the other four left, Shen Jianjiang's life was immediately much better, but the room was not changed, after all, people still have to come back. Xu Qiang sent them the old door panel and wooden board of the house, and the stone and soil blocks were padded underneath, and finally they could not sleep on the ground, isolated from the cool air coming from the ground.

Grandma Xu and Chen Rongrong also sewed cotton cores for them, stuffed into a fat bag and changed into a quilt, and a close-fitting thin cotton coat, a very thin and close-fitting kind, and wore an old gown stuffed with grass outside, although it was still a little cold but much better than the original hard resistance. The most important thing is that the food has also improved a lot, and it used to be eaten secretly when other people fell asleep or went to the mountains to collect firewood, but now they don't have to.

"Oh, this is ginseng." Shen Jianjiang approached the crockpot and sniffed carefully.

"Well, the family planted it, the milk said that it would be made up in winter, so I pulled out a soup to drink, today only used half of it, tomorrow there will be."

Ruyi took out the crockpot and the buns, although there are only two of them here, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Shen Jianjiang and they will not go directly to Xu Qiang's house to eat, they are all sent by Ruyi or Xu Pingan.

"You also grow ginseng at home?" Shen Jianjiang was a little surprised.

"Well, my dad found it in the mountains, dug it up and went home, and then he set seeds and planted several."

"That's amazing." Shen Jianjiang only said a word, and did not ask more.

"The meal is here, I'll go back first."

"Go ahead."

As soon as winter arrives, everyone begins to look forward to the New Year, and for Ruyi, this year is still quite fast. The ground is already frozen, and the planer cannot be moved. There was nothing to do, and the players were out of work and waiting for the new year.

"Chicken braised rice, and a rabbit, fish, ribs..." Grandma Xu broke her hand to count today's Chinese New Year's Eve rice, this year not only their family, but also Shen Jianjiang three people to celebrate the New Year together, these three are big men, the amount of rice is definitely not small.

"In addition to the old years and broken customs, welcome the new year and the new wind, the new year..."

"Is there anything else, I want to hear the story of the little devil last time, this is so boring." Xu Jixiang muttered in his mouth and reached out to pull the antenna on the radio.

The stove house was too small, and just Grandma Xu and Chen Rongrong filled the room with food in it, so Xu Pingan didn't go over a few times, and was listening to the radio around the house.

"Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and several channels are putting this on it." Xu Pingan twisted the knob above, channel by channel.

The radio can find is really limited, and there are usually all kinds of storytellers, of course, they are all stories about how the people of all ethnic groups in the country bravely resisted the enemy during the war years, as well as the current national policies, etc., I have to say that listening to this can indeed increase your knowledge and know a lot of things outside. It's just that almost every channel today is full of New Year's messages, which is really boring to listen to.

Eat a little casually at noon, and the real meal will be in the evening. At this time, everyone was nestled in their homes to prepare Chinese New Year's Eve meals, and no one came to the side of the mountain, and Xu Qiang also called Shen Jianjiang and the three to celebrate the New Year together.