mtlumby2d Chapter 415: Remarried Widow 8
Chapter 415: Remarried Widow 8
She took the work points book handed to her by the brigade leader, thanked the village officials several times, and then tossed the book into her basket and ran off to the mountain.
Just as she entered the deep mountains, she saw 007 lying on the ground, pitifully crying and wiping its tears, "Host, you’re finally here. I thought you had abandoned me. Boohoo, you don’t know how terrifying it is at night in the pitch-black old forest. I’m scared to death, System Baby. Host, I don’t want to stay in the deep mountains anymore. I want to go back to System Space. Please let me go back."
Yuan Chun glanced at the mountainous piles of game and various mountain treasures in the System Space and kindly nodded, "Alright, I’ll give you ten days off. After ten days, come out and continue working."
Originally about to grin, 007’s mouth puckered, "Host, I’m just a little mouse, you can’t enslave me like this. It will hurt my young little heart."
"Oh, if you don’t work, I’ll have to rely on myself. How will we supply the ingredients for a sauce and marinade shop in the future?" Yuan Chun said righteously, "Don’t worry, as long as you work hard, next time I see a discounted skin, I’ll buy it for you."
"Really?"
"Really, I’ve never lied to you."
thought about it and realized that the host has indeed been honest, so it became happy again, "Okay, but I want ten days off every month; you can’t mistreat small animals."
"Alright, alright, you’ll have rest days."
At last, with an extra free long-term worker, Yuan Chun was willing to offer this little benefit.
After returning to System Space, 007 happily lay on the sofa, crossed its legs, casually grabbed a bag of seeds, turned on the computer, and snacked on seeds while binge-watching shows.
Now this is the life a system should live.
Even more carefree than living as a god.
After transferring the mountain treasures and game from System Space into the Jade Gourd Space, Yuan Chun went to pick mushrooms, as it had rained a few days prior, covering the mountain with a layer of small mushrooms.
By noon, Yuan Chun came down from the mountain, just like before she fell ill, with a basket and a bundle of pigweed, earning six work points. Of course, she couldn’t just write the work points herself; it had to be signed by the pig farm manager on her work points book.
Otherwise, even if she wrote ten work points, someone had to acknowledge them.
After recording her own work points, she had to stay at the pig farm to record the work points for the pigweed the children brought back. For the family’s lunch, Yuan Chun let her two eldest sons cook by themselves.
Once she finished recording the children’s work points, she returned home to find Da Qiang had already cooked corn porridge.
Yuan Chun looked at the green corn porridge and sighed, saying, "Da Qiang, we have grain at home. From now on, make two grains rice instead of corn porridge. You kids are growing and can’t just eat this; it will lead to malnutrition and stunt growth."
Yet Da Qiang ate with relish and said, "Mom, there’s not much grain left in our rice bin. We can’t keep eating dry rice. If you don’t want corn porridge, I’ll cook an extra bowl of rice for you at night, and my siblings and I will have corn porridge."
Would she eat dry rice while the children ate wild vegetable corn porridge?
What would that make her?
A mother who mistreats her children?
Yuan Chun said, "In the afternoon, I’ll go buy some grain."
"Mom, we don’t have grain ration tickets, we can’t buy grain," Da Qiang mumbled.
In the past, when dad was alive, working in the coal mine, wages and ration tickets came monthly, and the family ate well and had enough. But now... even porridge is a luxury.