Chapter 1662 - 1079: Heroine of the Republic 53 (5000+)_3

Chapter 1662: Chapter 1079: Heroine of the Republic 53 (5000+)_3

On the 29th day of December she took it out, put it into the big pot with water to render it down; she rendered out three whole big tile jars of waste fat, basically all the fatty meat was rendered by her, and only lean meat was left in the space.

There was a whole big basin of oil residue; she scooped out a small dish, sprinkled a bit of salt on top, and the two daughters ate with great relish. An Hu watched and kept swallowing his saliva, so An Yi made a dish for him too. When it came to Angel and Anna, the two of them held back their drool: "We’ll just eat dumplings, no need to give us any."

They were all kids, and for the two adults to join in the fun like that just wasn’t appropriate!

An Yi could only laugh and cry: "Alright, today we’ll eat dumplings with pickled cabbage filling."

Pickled cabbage with oil residue—oh man, chop it, wrap it, boil it, it both satisfies your cravings and fills you up. As a special delicacy of Northeastern people, it’s not only the children who love it, the few adults like it very much too. Whenever they have time they make dumplings, and they insist it has to be pickled cabbage filling.

You can’t finish all the oil residue at once, so she puts it into a basin and sets it outside to freeze; whenever they feel like eating it again, they just make some more.

All these years she hasn’t slaughtered pigs in the space very often, only three times in total. The original family of five pigs has now been reduced to one male and one female. Their age has reached mating time; give it a few more months (outside), and maybe they’ll give birth to little cubs again.

Back then, among the supplies she seized there was quite a bit of meat, but over in Japan the seafood is plentiful, while beef, mutton, and pork aren’t that abundant. After so many years, that stock has almost been used up, which is why she now needs to slaughter pigs in the space.

One pig is enough to eat for almost half a year, because over that half year they also have chicken, duck, goose, seafood, eggs, and beans to supplement protein, so eating for half a year is not an exaggeration.

She plans to slaughter the cow next spring; the two calves, one male and one female, have already grown up. The bull has already been slaughtered; once the two youngsters reach estrus and mate, the line will be continued.

She has stored a lot of space milk; all sorts of big and small barrels are filled with milk, so even if the supply is cut off for half a year it won’t affect the children’s daily needs.

Firecrackers, how to put it? They’re really just a folk custom. Not to mention that in this era there’s no capacity for mass production, and such factories are particularly dangerous, so even if you have money it’s very hard to buy them. An Yi herself isn’t feudal or superstitious; she’s even only pasted Spring Festival couplets on the main gate. As for those inside the yard, for the Stove God, for the Earth Spirit and all that, she didn’t buy them and didn’t paste them. The ones outside are just for appearances anyway, and at home she doesn’t burn incense or worship Buddha, so she simply doesn’t buy any.

The Spring Festival couplets were written by her own hand. She could actually write more for the house; they’re not short of a bit of red paper and ink, but she just doesn’t bother. On this point, Anna and Angel don’t really understand her, but they can’t very well argue back.

In An Yi’s eyes, whether life goes well or not all depends on yourself. No matter how many gods you pray to, how many Buddhas you worship, it’s useless.

On New Year’s Eve at night, they steamed dumplings and stewed a seafood pot. They didn’t make any cold dishes; the stomachs couldn’t take it, too chilly.

In the seafood pot there were not only sea cucumber, abalone, squid, sea shrimp, and sea fish, but also Crab, shellfish, and she even fried a plate of hairtail for the children. It was truly nutritious and rich.

In An Yi’s eyes, the proper, real New Year is New Year’s Eve night; the rest doesn’t mean much. Of course, that’s because they basically have no relatives.

But to suit the occasion, she still gave the three children red envelopes that night. She gave An Hu one yuan, and to the two little babies, ten cents each.

The two of them still had no concept of money, happily grabbing and playing with their envelopes together. When An Hu opened his own red envelope and saw there were actually ten gray notes inside, he got a bit excited. Think about it: from childhood to now, this was the first time he’d ever received New Year’s money. Even his birth mother never gave him any because she had no money, let alone his birth father. One yuan moved the child so much he was a sobbing mess.

Later Anna and Angel also gave him some, but since the two of them are still relying on An Yi to support them, they only gave ten cents each. Even ten cents, he treasured especially, and knelt down before the three women, giving each of them three heavy kowtows.

"Alright, this is your first spring year in our home, so we’ll accept these kowtows. Starting next year, you’re not allowed to kowtow anymore. A man doesn’t shed tears lightly, and under the knees there is Gold—don’t just kneel and kowtow at the drop of a hat. Bury this kindness in your heart and repay me with good grades, that’s enough."

After this more than half a year of living together, An Hu has already figured out what kind of person An Yi is. She didn’t launch into a heap of emotional, useless talk; instead he quietly wiped away his tears, stood up, and swore an oath in his heart.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ