Chapter 11: Delivering Water
Mrs. Qin knew what she had picked. She had just glanced at it and saw her throw it into the pot. Her face immediately sank. Isn’t that a waste of water and firewood!
"Mother, I’m making porridge." Beisitian said, turning her hand over the pot and sprinkling cornmeal bit by bit, while stirring with the other hand.
Seeing this, Mrs. Qin’s face improved a bit, and she no longer paid her any attention. After all, that stuff wouldn’t kill anyone, so she let her continue messing with it.
The Winter and Spring Ivy Root was brought back by Luo Anping. This time, Beisitian thought a bit more and didn’t draw it for him. Instead, she had him describe the place where he herded sheep to her.
Although the mountain village was a bit poor, there were indeed many good things on the mountain. After Luo Anping mentioned it, she discovered many good things, and this Winter and Spring Ivy Root was one of them.
The Luo family’s elderly, sick, and disabled had little nutrition in their stomachs. Even though the Winter and Spring Ivy root was just an ordinary Chinese medicine for supplementing qi, it was still very effective for this family, so Beisitian had been adding it in for the past two days.
In a few days’ time, there would be no visible effect. Unfortunately, there was nothing to pair with it, so it wasn’t really considered a medicinal dish.
Early in the morning, Luo Anping hadn’t gotten up yet, and the village’s loudspeakers had already started broadcasting.
"The water has come, each household please note, the water has come..."
Beisitian was startled, only then remembering that today was the day the water came. Mrs. Qin, however, hadn’t forgotten and had been guarding by the water pump, ready to press as soon as the water came.
The time for storing water was limited. Usually, after they had stored enough water, they would carry two more buckets to the old home. But after Beisitian got injured, Mrs. Qin turned a blind eye, and Luo Anping was still young, so they hadn’t carried water to the old home for the past two months.
Here, the old home referred to the previous generation, Luo Anguo’s mother, Mrs. Qin’s mother-in-law, who was already over seventy, living with her eldest son Luo Aiguo and his wife Qin Hongmei.