novelraw Chapter 379 - 1: The Good Life in the 1970s
Chapter 379 - 1: The Good Life in the 1970s
Chu River lost consciousness in a dizzy spell, but quickly woke up again.
She instinctively tried to use her spiritual power, but in her brain area, there were only a few special spiritual bodies carefully preserved, and she couldn’t use her ability at all.
Sigh.
She sighed—she really suffered a huge loss in the last world!
No wonder Chu Aiguo is known to be clever. With just a space transformation, she immediately understood her identity.
She’s definitely not just a simple rich and beautiful woman, but a quick transmigration tasker, just like in the stories she read, doing tasks across worlds, or having some kind of system.
But now, with no tasks in sight and no system detected, she must be a free transmigrator! But she doesn’t know what use these spiritual bodies are, should she take Li Chang’an with her given his character?
Thanks to him, she didn’t get to eat a single bite of meat in the last life!
Despite her contributions to the base, she worked hard enough to become a father for the 12th round, and the base still wouldn’t let her sacrifice herself, and she didn’t even get a taste!
Pfft!
...
However, just after she finished despising this in her heart, she heard someone shouting at her from the yard, "Little He, what are you daydreaming about there? Why aren’t you working properly? Hurry up and chop the vegetable scraps to feed the chickens!"
A woman, about fifty years old, standing at the door with a bowl looked fierce.
Chu River looked down: good heavens, there was a simple wooden board in front of her, a basin with some rotten vegetable scraps, and a few chicks chirping energetically nearby.
She had a kitchen knife in one hand and was pressing down on a cabbage stem with the other, which inevitably reminded her of all the lousy meals she’d had at the base in her past life.
Chu Aiguo’s face turned green.
—What kind of world is this, and it still doesn’t allow meat?
...
As someone with amnesia, sometimes you’re destined to suffer. She struck down with the knife, chopping the cabbage scraps. Watching the chirping chickens, she couldn’t help but focus on them again—this mottled hen is a bit small, that rooster’s feathers are pretty, but there’s no meat on its legs, this old hen is plump...
Before she finished mulling over it, someone shouted again, "Time to eat!"
Goodness, the command was like a mountain, and everyone mobilized instantly!
The entire family surged forward, the whole main room filled up in an instant. Chu River rushed in the first moment, and upon looking at the table, there were just two dishes—
Braised cabbage.
Braised chives.
Why braise these vegetables? Simply because it saves on oil—when braised like this, all you need is a drop of oil at the end.
Everyone had a black bread roll and a bowl of thin porridge. The porridge was so thin that upon closer inspection, Chu River couldn’t spot any rice at the bottom of the bowl, the broth was translucent with a faint hint of white.
She suspected whether there were more than 50 grains of rice in the cooked pot of porridge. As for the black bread roll, it was about as big as a man’s fist, while for women, it was as big as a ping pong ball.
—For crying out loud.
Is life even worth living!
She instantly wanted to flip the table.
...
But being new in this place, she had to first show restraint before fighting, to demonstrate her broad-mindedness.
Chu River gulped down the thin porridge, then carefully examined the ping pong ball-sized bun before cautiously stuffing it in her mouth—because judging by the hardness in her hand, it was definitely not that soft, sweet multigrain bun from the apocalypse, but rather a weapon of the mortal world.
Taking a bite genuinely scratched her throat.
As for the braised cabbage and chives, although she felt her face had turned pale green enough and didn’t need to get any greener, she couldn’t help her stomach grumbling and instinctively picked a large chunk into her bowl with her chopsticks.
She was promptly smacked with a chopstick by the old lady sitting diagonally above her—had she not dodged quickly, her hand would have been hit!
The old lady cursed, "You worthless thing, only thinking about yourself eating, while the men in the family haven’t moved yet. Do you think it’s your turn? Look at your eating manner!"
Chu River’s eyes widened instantly.
As a simple amnesiac transmigrator, she hadn’t yet experienced the bitterness of gender discrimination, and she naturally glared back, "Why isn’t it my turn? Isn’t everyone eating?"
There were her parents, four brothers, four sisters-in-law, a total of six nephews and nieces... Everyone was eating, so why pick on her!
Looking at her own hand again, dry, skinny, full of calluses, and dark... it was evident how hard life was!
She almost wanted to hug herself and cry.
And still, they wouldn’t let her have a single chopstick of food!