The village broadcast announced the end of work, and the two daughters-in-law of the Zhang Family had already prepared dinner. The Zhang Family’s meals have improved now. Cornmeal is finally no longer seen. With the completion of two courtyard houses, the family’s coarse grains are enough to sustain everyone until next spring.
Originally, Mr. Zhang planned to stock up on some coarse grains before the market event and exchange the fine grains given at the end of the year for coarse grains. That way, there won’t be a shortage of staple food next year. But thanks to Zhang Guoqing’s occasional table full of good food, well, now even the adults couldn’t swallow cornmeal, let alone the kids.
Mr. Zhang thought about the children in the family eating the supplied grains, knowing next year they wouldn’t have access to staple grains. Now feeling financially comfortable, he immediately bought plenty of fine and coarse grains.
The Zhang Family’s warehouse is now full of purchased grains, together with the staple grains received at the end of the year, piled up to the brim. Zhang Guoqing’s wild boar and other wildlife filled the underground storage. There’s no shortage of meat, nor is there a shortage of lard in the house. The Zhang Family now improves their meals progressively rather than merely filling the stomach.
After dinner, the men gathered in the main room to listen to the gramophone and hear Mr. Zhang tell stories. The women all went to Zhou Jiao’s place to chat and do needlework.
In the sitting room outside the west wing, a kerosene lamp was lit brightly. The Mai Miao sisters looked after Ping’an on the kang bed, Mother Zhang was busy sewing shoe soles, and Huang Cuilan and her sister-in-law were knitting sweaters, talking about what they saw at the market event.
Zhou Jiao was sitting bored beside Mother Zhang, watching them busy, glanced at her hands, and felt her hands itch. She also had a lot of work to catch up on, couldn’t bear it anymore, and went to the room to fetch the yarn.
Lin Juhua saw her sneak a glance at her mother-in-law, grinned, "Feeling restless? You can roll the yarn ball, but don’t knit the sweater. In a few days, you’ll fear having no work to do."
Mother Zhang laughed and cursed, "Foolish. So foolish. Afraid of having no work. Just roll the yarn!"
Zhou Jiao declined the offer of help from Mai Miao. She took a chair and placed it in front of her, happily rolling the yarn. Listening to the eldest sister-in-law talking about the team selection.
Upon hearing that Uncle Zhang’s eldest son was vying for the accountant position, she smiled slightly. She felt he didn’t stand a chance; might as well not go for it and directly recommend Xiao Dash, earning some goodwill.
The mothers-in-law were having a chat, but when they heard talking at the courtyard gate, they all stopped to look at each other.
Mother Zhang stood up, patted her clothes, "It’s Qingshan’s wife and a few others, seems like they know Jiao Jiao is back and are looking for you." She said, then picked up the basket and was about to head out.

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