Chapter 473

Onion soup has been on the stove, the firewood did not go out, the residual temperature of the soup simmering more and more thick call, Su Chunjun look hungry, he went to the post office today did not stop to eat, only ate with the dry bread and drink some water, and now early hunger.

He immediately sat down, with dry hard bread dipped in the soup to eat, eat without lifting his head.

Zhu Yuyan wiped the box clean and put it on the horse’s back to go all the way, the box was covered with dirt and splattered with a lot of mud spots.

She took out the contents of the box, in addition to the letter, there is a large bag of books, which are to be translated by them.

She couldn’t help but flip through it, and saw that one of the books was in German, with hand-drawn plants on it.

It was an encyclopedic illustrated book!

She was immediately excited!

This was exactly what China needed!

There were also two novels in English, she also briefly flipped through them and found that they were Lily’s erotic* novels.

The categories of color* novels were quite rich, ranging from ordinary men and women, to men and men, to women and women, to human and beast.

Miss Zhu Er, who had once been baptized in modern internet literature, had been shocked by how forward thinking foreigners’ imaginations were.

–Then she learned from Mr. Su that in classical Chinese literature, all of the above categories could be represented to the fullest extent in a single novel.

Of course, Mr. Su had read it when he was young.

So we are all quite knowledgeable, so there is no need to be shocked by foreigners.

We are all the same in the past and in the present.

Mr. Su ate two pots of soup to fill his stomach and then went to brush his shoes, which were also covered with mud.

His shoes were also covered with mud. The brushed shoes were put on the roof.

Then he went to brush the horse, which was also covered with mud and dirt.

The horse had been unharnessed, had paced himself to the stable to eat his own grass and drink his own water, and was now lying in the hay and sleeping.

It was the most tired today.

Mr. Su tricked the horse with a carrot, bolted it to the pile, washed and brushed it, and the horse whinnied and scolded him and ducked around the post.

According to the imagination of ordinary people, the horse is an animal, and an animal cannot be smart, so the horse should wind itself up once around the stake, but the horse is much smarter than people think, and when it winds around a few times positively, it winds around a few times negatively, and doesn’t wind the rope up so that it has no place to hide.

Mr. Su was tired and sweaty again after brushing the horse.

But Second Miss Zhu had already boiled the bath water, taking advantage of the stove for making dinner.

When Su Chunjun was brushing the horse he saw the kitchen chimney billowing white smoke outward, and after brushing the horse he high-tailed it around to the back door of the kitchen from the back, and took off all his clothes outside and threw them into a bucket, and pushed the door into the house naked himself.

There was no one in the kitchen.

On the stove was stewing today’s potato soup, the oven was blazing with flames, and the aroma of the pie was running out in a stream, the smell of wheat mixed with the smell of meat, making Su Chunjun, who had just eaten two pots of soup, crave it again.

He took a deep breath, his big feet snapped and snapped as he walked inside, and when he turned to the front of the bathroom he stretched his head to look ahead to the living room, and saw that Zhu Er Miss was standing in front of the window of the living room, reading a book on the last ray of sunlight before the sunset came, and she was holding in her hand the very thing that was the biggest harvest of his visit to the post office today.

An illustrated book of Latin American plants written by a German author.

To be honest, he was thrilled when he saw the book. For them, it was impossible for them to set foot on Latin American soil by themselves in a short period of time, much less have the money and energy and knowledge to do research.

The same is true for China.

So if he could get this book now, it would be like China getting it!

When the time is ripe, he can send the information of this book back! This way, the country will have an understanding of Latin America, which will save them at least ten years of time.

It would be nice if there were some useful cash crops in it.

In fact, there will be! The German experts and scholars were not doing their research for the sake of romance, but also for the sake of building up Germany.

What could be useful for Germany to become stronger could also be useful for China.

In the bathroom, there was a ceramic bathtub and a bucket of well water that had been drawn for a day.

Su Chunjun made his own bath water, soaked in it, and scrubbed himself clean.

Since there was no soap, he used burnt charcoal ash to clean himself. This method could really wash away the grease and dirt, and it also worked well when washing his hair, but it was a bit astringent to his hair.

After the bath, it was almost dark.

He wiped himself clean and returned to the kitchen.

Zhu Yuyan had already turned on the oven, baked pies with sheep’s heart and liver, potato soup with a little carrot and onion, the sweetness of these two vegetables can effectively alleviate the lack of salt flavor, so that the soup becomes a little more delicious.

The pie was also flavored with lots of thyme and basil.

It certainly wasn’t the best for the two Chinese stomachs, as it smelled good but tasted a lot less flavorful in their mouths. But their table was the best in the village, and even in the surrounding villages there were few that could compare to theirs.

Probably only the priest’s table was better than this.

Because the priest had wine.

After eating their fill, it was already completely dark.

The two ended up eating in the dark.

After eating, the table was not cleaned up, and the two simply washed up before returning to the bedroom.

After lying on the bed, the two made small talk.

Without lamps, without oil, without candles, they could only live a good life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Su Chunjun recounted the gossip that had been going on at the post office for the past week, including a couple of notices of death in action that had been delivered by the postman to other villages, as well as the fact that the vegetable store had fresh onions and even a couple of beets!

Hearing that there were beets, Zhu Yuyan’s mouth immediately flooded!

Sugar was in short supply everywhere now, food stores couldn’t buy white sugar at all, and honey was a no-brainer. Ordinary people who wanted to taste something sweet could only do so through vegetables, such as fried and stewed onions, as well as carrots and corn. But the sweetest of all was the beet.

She completely understood the Europeans’ mania for sugar, because she had a bit of that tendency now, and given three more years, she could eat white sugar in her empty mouth without minding its sweetness!

Su Chunjun: “It’s too little, he asked for too much, so I didn’t buy it.”

Zhu Yuyan gulped and said, “That’s the way to go, we can’t act too rich.”

They were indeed rich, but they were already living far beyond the people around them and couldn’t draw more attention to themselves.

Su Chunjun felt a little guilty for not being able to satisfy his second young lady’s desire to eat a beet.

He says, “I’ll make breakfast tomorrow morning.”

Zhu Yuyan: “That’s great, I just love eating your breakfast.”

He said, “I’ll wash the dinner dishes too.”

Zhu Yuyan: “I was waiting for you to say that.”

To avoid revealing themselves in the most unlikely places, the two of them spoke only English even when they were talking at home.

At dawn the next day, the horses were neighing outside.

Su Chunjun got up and first went outside to let the horse out to play in the yard.

Only then did he go to the kitchen to clean up the dishes from last night.

There were also two cute little mice crawling on the table. Not cleaning up last night was the equivalent of serving dishes to these little things.

After he cleaned the dishes, he drew a pot of water and put it on the stove to cook the utensils.

After realizing that rats were overly rampant over here, their dishes had to be boiled every time.

By the way he also boiled a pot of bath water for Zhu Yuyan as well.

Then he went to brush the bathtub and wash the clothes he changed out of yesterday.

Looking at the time it was almost time, he then made breakfast.

Breakfast was simple, boil a pot of tea and make a pancake with eggs and flour.

After making breakfast, he carried it to the bedroom, ready to wake up his wife.

Zhu Yuyan was already up and was reading the novel she was going to translate.

The early morning was suitable for reading something that didn’t take a lot of brain power, and she also had to think about how to write it.

These two novels were in French, and she was going to translate them into English.

The novels were about the more recent fads.

One was about a maid and a mistress. The mistress is bored because her husband stays at his lover’s house, and she often goes to the maid to talk about her troubles. The maid happens to be very fond of the mistress, and is often fascinated by her silky blonde hair and lake-blue eyes, and the warmth and fragrance of her white skin – which is supposed to be marinated in French perfume.

In the end, of course, the two fell in love, and when they were done, they eloped. After the elopement, the mistress of the house passed away because of typhoid fever, and the maid went to the master of the house to report the death, and the master of the house, when he heard that his wife who had eloped had died, was in agony, and deserted his lover and came back, and married the maid of the house.

Zhu Yuyan: ？？？？？

The Mistress stands at the head of the bed and watches you all!!!! Curse you all!!! Poke you all to death!!!

This one was a bit depressing and she read the second book instead.

The second book goes the normal route. The gentle housewife and the passionate female neighbor next door. The housewife is a little angel, loves her husband and loves her family, but her husband is busy with work and almost never comes home, and has a mistress. The neighbor’s husband is weak, the neighbor smokes and drinks and dances and dresses sexy, and the housewife thinks the neighbor is ungrateful and hates her very much.

Then they fell in love. The neighbor thinks that the housewife is a real cutie, a little angel, blonde, blue-eyed and soft, while the housewife gradually thinks that the neighbor is more reliable than her husband, and she wants to be with her every day.

In the end, the two fell in love with each other forever.

Because the housewife’s husband was still busy with his work and his mistress, he never found out. The female neighbor’s husband is simply too afraid to care and is still out there covering for them.

This one was okay – there would be no discussion of marital fidelity.

She thought about it, and thought the first book could add more about illnesses, like keeping warm, like the importance of cleanliness and hygiene. The second part Just …… husbands shouldn’t be too busy working and neglecting their families too much, right, because husbands can find mistresses, and wives can find mistresses, and that’s only fair.

It so happened that her husband brought her breakfast, and she sweetly gave him a kiss.

You see, with a husband like that, she won’t go out and find a mistress.