Chapter 77 Even an old ox isn't as capable as her grandfather.

Last night, after Bai Nuo finished tidying up, she locked the doors and windows and went back to her space. The educated youth who had finished work in the front yard made a fuss for a while, but Bai Nuo didn't go out to watch the excitement. She was tired after a long day and just wanted to take a good bath, then eat and sleep. She didn't care about anything else.

The next morning, after having breakfast in the space, I went to the backyard, arranged the dried reed stalks and leaves, and sat on a small stool to start weaving straw mats and reed curtains.

Bai Nuo's hands moved very quickly, especially when it came to these handicrafts. He finished weaving in about a morning. He wiped the straw mat clean with a damp towel, let it dry for a while, and then laid it on the kang (heated brick bed). Luckily, Bai Nuo was strong and could lift the kang cabinet by himself, otherwise it would have been difficult to lay the straw mat inside.

Three reed curtains were woven together, and the edges were wrapped with a 15-centimeter border of Northeast China floral fabric. A lace cotton strip was sewn along the edge, making it both beautiful and practical, and it also had a distinctive Northeast rural style.

After they were sewn, one was hung on the wall on the side of the kang (heated brick bed), so that it wouldn't feel cold when sitting against the wall in winter. The other two long reed curtains were hung on the inside of the partition walls on both sides.

After everything was tidied up, I placed the porcelain jars and basins I brought from Shanghai on the washbasin stand. I also took out two old-fashioned soap dishes, one for scented soap and the other for regular soap. The pink ones were both rustic and novel, so rustic that Bai Nuo's hands trembled a little, but she still managed to hold back and carefully placed them on the shelf of the washbasin stand. Then she took a towel and hung it on top.

There was also a large water vat that she had asked the cart driver to bring back the day before yesterday, which she placed next to the stove. She even made a round wooden lid for it and nailed a long wooden handle to it.

The other small water vat was kept for pickling vegetables. Since it wasn't needed for the time being, it was placed in the storage room. I had heard before that there weren't many fresh vegetables in the Northeast during the winter, so every household pickled vegetables to eat.

The clothes and skirts she brought were put into the wardrobe. The suitcase she brought was placed on top of the wardrobe to avoid taking up space. Next to the wardrobe, there was a three-tiered shoe rack. She kept a pair of rubber shoes, a pair of floral cloth shoes with a single buckle on the outside, and the pair of leather shoes that her older brother had mailed to her were placed on the shoe rack.

In addition, the tools, raincoats, and other items that the educated youth received from the gift package were all hung on the pegboard in the storage room.

Fabrics, clothes, and quilts that weren't needed for the time being were put into the cabinet on one side of the kang (heated brick bed), and the bicycle was pushed to the backyard and placed against the wall by the gate.

I glanced at the stove again and found that it was almost dry, so I put the coal stove, coal, and kerosene in the storage room. I set up the large wok on one of the stove openings and placed the small steamer on the other.

Seeing that they were still missing a kettle, Bai Nuo glanced at Warehouse No. 8 and picked out an old-fashioned kettle.

When the stove was being renovated, a large section was deliberately left on the side against the wall, extending a large section towards the washbasin rack. This was specifically for storing cutting boards and bowls. Two cabinets were also built underneath according to Bai Nuo's request. Since they didn't have doors, Bai Nuo hung a blue printed homespun cloth curtain on the outside.

Unlike curtains, which are tied at the top with a strip of cloth, this curtain has an edge sewn on, through which a long wire is threaded, and finally the two ends of the wire are fixed to the sides of the stove cabinet.

Bai Nuo placed the kettle in the corner of the stove, the cutting board and knife on the stove cabinet, and put the remaining rice, flour and coarse grains into the ceramic jars he found, sealed them with wooden stoppers to prevent them from getting damp, and then put them all in the stove cabinet.

The condiments like oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar were placed side by side on one side of the stove. Fortunately, she had many small black ceramic jars in her space, which she could use to store these condiments. The black ceramic jars were not big, so if someone asked, she could say that she had brought them from Shanghai by stuffing them into her bedding.

In addition, when she was looking for a kettle, she saw an extra-large old-fashioned white glazed teapot with magpies perched on plum blossoms printed on it, which she thought was very beautiful.

Bai Nuo took out the large teapot, held it up and examined it carefully. The teapot was as big as her face, and although it was barrel-shaped, it had a square feel to it, truly full of the characteristics of the era.

Bai Nuo placed the large white teapot and a matching white-glazed ceramic cup with a bag lid on the long wooden table under the front window, to let boiled water cool before drinking.

Finally, she swept the entire place with a damp towel, and her little home was completely tidied up.

I glanced at the time; it was just past one in the afternoon. I had just hurriedly eaten a big steamed bun and drunk a cup of malted milk powder, so I wasn't hungry. I picked up two wooden buckets and planned to go to the front yard to fetch water to fill the water tank.

"Host, I think you should start taking online cooking classes this afternoon."

Bai Nuo paused in her steps as she walked out, and pursed her lips.

She wasn't actually averse to cooking for herself, but the thought of that dark, scrambled eggs from the night before last made her scalp tingle.

If she gets poisoned by something she made and ends up in the hospital, will she become the laughingstock of the entire Qishui Brigade?

"Nono!"

"Hey, here I am."

Upon hearing Sun Yuxi's voice, Bai Nuo turned around and pulled the curtain behind her. She kept the front curtain closed, but the other curtains were open. It wasn't appropriate for others to see that her room was fully furnished yet.

After all, it seems impossible for a normal person to make so much furniture in a day and a half without advanced machinery.

There isn't much furniture in the entrance kitchen, so it doesn't matter if it's seen.

Bai Nuo placed the bucket of water by the door, quickly walked to the window, first pulled open the curtains, and then hurried a few steps to open the door.

She decided to find some cellophane and stick it on the windshield. She just needed to stick a blurry piece of cellophane to make sure light could pass through but not people. This kind of thing has been around for a long time, so she wasn't worried about being checked.

"Sister Yuxi!"

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