After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

Jiang Chengzhou casually said, "Then break the steamed bun open, and I'll put some vegetables inside for you."

Liang Ping hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Lin Zhilan.

Lin Zhilan was wiping her daughter's hands, a faint smile on her lips, but she didn't look in their direction.

Liang Ping looked away, broke the coarse grain bun in his hand, and said, "Just give me a little bit."

Jiang Chengzhou ignored him and stuffed two large chopsticks full of tomato and egg into the bowl.

The soup soaked into the steamed bun, making it look so delicious it made your mouth water.

Liang Ping took a big bite, and the sweet and sour taste exploded in his mouth, making his eyes widen.

"How can it taste so good?"

Jiang Chengzhou smiled smugly, "Of course, my aunt made it."

"oh."

Liang Ping had gotten used to Jiang Chengzhou constantly referring to his aunt, praising her for everything and not allowing anyone to disagree.

He quickly finished the steamed bun with scrambled eggs and tomatoes inside, then tossed the boiled egg to Jiang Chengzhou, saying, "This is for you."

"No need." Jiang Chengzhou threw it back.

Their family has no shortage of eggs; they can cook them whenever they want. But it's not necessarily the case in Liangping.

"Then give it to your sister, okay?" Liang Ping said, handing the egg to Jiang Chengzhou.

Jiang Chengzhou didn't refuse again, and said while peeling the eggs, "If you like scrambled eggs with tomatoes, I'll teach you how to make it later."

Liang Ping was surprised, "You can cook?"

"You can't?"

Jiang Chengzhou's close friends include Yan Yuan, who can do everything; Ma Xiaodong, who, when he doesn't want to eat at the cafeteria, will take his two younger brothers to mess around at home; and Li Xuan, not wanting to fall behind, has also learned a few dishes.

Liang Ping is 13 years old and can't cook, which Jiang Chengzhou finds strange.

Liang Ping shook his head, "In my hometown, none of the boys know how to cook; it's all the women who do."

"So many tricks up your sleeve," Jiang Chengzhou scoffed.

Nobody likes to hear negative things about their hometown, so Liang Ping's face fell. "What did you say?!"

"I'm sorry," Jiang Chengzhou apologized immediately, ran over to put the peeled eggs into his sister's rice bowl, and then ran back to cling to Liang Ping's shoulder. "I misspoke just now, don't be angry."

Liang Ping snorted and shook off his hand.

"Heh," Jiang Chengzhou chuckled, "Are you really angry? I'm just correcting your outdated thinking. Who says only women can cook? Aren't the cooks in the army all men?"

Liang Ping had no rebuttal, so he vented his anger by pulling up a handful of grass next to him.

Jiang Chengzhou thought he was childish and laughed, "Tomato and egg, want to learn how?"

After a moment's hesitation, Liang Ping exclaimed, "Learn!"

Jiang Chengzhou suppressed a laugh, afraid that Liang Ping would turn hostile again.

After dinner, Lin Zhilan wiped her daughter's face. "Do you want to go back with Mom, or stay here with your brother?"

"With my brother."

Lin Zhilan chuckled, "Aren't you bored?"

Linlin: "Let's chat."

Even Liang Ping, who had been sulking, was amused and said to Jiang Chengzhou, "Why is your sister so funny?"

Jiang Chengzhou also laughed and decided to write this matter into his diary today.

The people who had been resting on the edge of the field gradually started to move around after finishing their meal.

Lin Zhilan glanced at the field and asked Liang Ping, "How many sweet potatoes and [other crops] did your family plant?"

Liang Ping said, "Two mu of land. My mother said that one mu can yield more than 1,500 jin. If we delay the harvest by half a month, we can harvest even more."

Lin Zhilan, unfamiliar with crops, was taken aback. "You can harvest so much? Can we even eat it all?"

"If you can't finish it, just put it in the cellar. You can also slice it and dry it, and it will last for several years."

Lin Zhilan did some mental calculations.

There are so many sweet potatoes that even if Han Mei were at home, her family of four couldn't finish them all every day.

The island climate is humid, and there are frequent small typhoons and heavy rainstorms, making it difficult to preserve food.

Besides, the land is here, and we'll have to plant and harvest again next year; we could eat it all in a lifetime.

"Can't we sell them to the grain station?" Lin Zhilan asked casually.

Liang Ping's eyes widened. "We can still sell them? We can sell them ourselves? Won't we get arrested?"

They used to live in their hometown, where the land belonged to the collective. After the production team handed over grain to the state, kept seeds, and distributed rations, everything else was disposed of by the team.

They simply don't understand these things.

Lin Zhilan smiled and said, "The grain station buys and distributes grain under a unified system. You can ask your mother to ask the other sisters-in-law; surely someone will know."

She had never farmed, but Liu Chunhua had mentioned it a couple of times.

The crops harvested from the land allocated to the military spouses could be sold to the grain station for money.

Liang Ping was overjoyed and turned to run away.

He was prepared to eat sweet potatoes every day, and now that he could sell them to the grain station, it was fantastic news.

"Mom, Mom! Sweet potatoes can be sold!"

"What are you saying?" Wang Xiuzhi couldn't understand.

"Dr. Lin said," Liang Ping ran to her side, swallowing hard, "that the sweet potatoes can be taken to the grain station to sell."

"Really?" Wang Xiuzhi didn't believe it, but it was Lin Zhilan who said it.

Dr. Lin is not a liar.

Liang Ping said, "It's true, Dr. Lin told you to ask other people."

Wang Xiuzhi didn't make any friends after she joined the army.

She was busy working all day long. The wives of two battalion commanders under Commander Han also came to talk to her, but they only chatted for a few words before the conversation ended.

The people I'm closest to are Liu Chunhua and Aunt Hehua next door.

Wang Xiuzhi decided to go and ask Liu Chunhua when she got home that night.

"Liang Ping, don't let Jiang Chengzhou keep doing your work, understand?"

"He did it himself, I didn't ask him to come," Liang Ping said, pursing his lips.

"That won't do either. You need to tell him to go back right away," Wang Xiuzhi insisted.

Liang Ping turned and ran away, saying, "Go yourself if you want to, I can't persuade you."

"Hey! You silly child..."

If Wang Xiuzhi were persuasive, she would have gone long ago; why would she need him?

Wang Xiuzhi really couldn't understand why Jiang Chengzhou would suddenly decide to work in the fields. Doctor Lin didn't try to dissuade him and even brought him food.

Isn't this making the child suffer?

Jiang Chengzhou helped Lin Zhilan to the main road and then went back to work.

Although Liang Ping was stubborn with his mother, he still returned to Jiang Chengzhou and said, "Stop working and go home. I really don't understand you. If I didn't have to work, I would have run away long ago."

Jiang Chengzhou continued digging sweet potatoes. With the experience from the morning, he was faster and less likely to ruin the sweet potatoes.

"Don't worry about it. Even if I don't help you, I'll help someone else. I came here first because I consider you a brother."

Upon hearing this, Liang Ping grinned and sincerely asked Jiang Chengzhou, "Why did you come to work here? There's no benefit to it."

"A bowl of porridge or a bowl of rice should remind us of the difficulty in obtaining them; a thread or a strand should remind us of the hardship in producing them. Just consider this my experience of how hard it is to work in the fields, so that I won't take my blessings for granted."

Wang Xiuzhi didn't understand, and neither did Liang Ping.

Jiang Chengzhou didn't tell anyone what he really thought.

He did feel bored and genuinely admired the officers and soldiers who came to help the people harvest their crops.