Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household

Chapter 162

Chapter 162

At this time, the best way to make a living was to sell supplies, but she had to find a source of supplies. She wondered if Han Qingsong would be able to cooperate with her after she relocated?

She couldn’t do anything other than reselling, at least not in her own name. Besides, society was now cracking down on private businesses, so they would claim that she’s a capitalist roader.

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Therefore, even if she wanted to do something, she would have to work with the brigade. This would provide her a collective cause, which was legal and would be protected.

She fell asleep thinking about it so much, and only awakened when the rooster crowed the next day.

Sanwang woke up first and the boy had proven that he was resilient. Although it was true that his head was practically injured badly, eating three eggs and having a good rest for a night resurrected the child to be full of vigour.

“Cluck, cluck!” came the sound of good news— everyone knew of the hen that was currently laying eggs.

Sanwang rubbed his eyes as he leaned on the window and glanced outside. He said in surprise, “Mother, whose chicken is flying to our house and laying eggs?!”

He jumped onto the ground and rushed to pick up the eggs, lest someone would come and demanded it back.

When he came back, he saw a pool of blood on the ground and wondered, “Who bled here?”

Lin Lan woke up. Listening to Sanwang’s voice, she wondered if this silly child had been beaten up to the point of mental disability.

She quickly got dressed and got up, deciding not to wake the other children up and letting them sleep a little longer.

“Mother, look, eggs!” Sanwang’s eyes were bright.

Lin Lan took the eggs, “You need to eat something nutritious when you are injured. Your grandmother thought that we wouldn’t be able to get by without the hen, so she decided to give us three eggs.”

Sanwang smiled and said, “My grandmother was this generous?”

Lin Lan laughed without saying a word. Then, Sanwang laughed and tugged at the wound by accident, “Oops.”

Lin Lan hurriedly told the boy to stay still, “You can’t move your forehead. I’ll ask the doctor to change another batch of medicine when I get off work in the afternoon.”

She was still afraid of the possibility of scarring, but there was nothing she could do, even if she lived in the modern times.

Soon, Erwang and Maisui also woke up one after another. Instead of being lazy as they were before, they got up immediately and went to help Lin Lan cook.

Lin Lan said, “We’ll make some steamed pancakes. We can use the water to cook this egg for us to drink as a soup.”

“Let’s make some soup!” The children were very happy.

Maisui turned on the stove and Erwang filled the pot with water, the two siblings cooperating tacitly.

First, they poured the boiling water into the china jar that Lin Lan had bought and? intended to cool it from then, supplying them enough water to drink all day. Then, they had also prepared the soup with some veggies as the base and warmed up the pancakes.

Lin Lan asked the children to share the soup among them and insisted to Sanwang, “Don’t get wet. If you get wet, the wound will become inflamed and then, your fever will kick in and burn your head to a crisp.”

Sanwang was startled, “WIll it truly rot?”

Maisui laughed at him, “You idiot, won’t it be okay if you don’t get wet?”

“But I’ll sweat!” Sanwang exclaimed.

Erwang, “Just lie down still and shake that fan towards your head— you won’t sweat then.”

When she was going to work after breakfast, the doctor stopped by to see Sanwang. Seeing him jumping around, he smiled and said, “Children are truly sturdy; everything will be fine after a good night’s sleep. Adults aren’t that easy to deal with.”

He was talking about Han Jinbao.