Chapter 6 - Chapter six, borrowing Mixiu (1/2)

Before the dishes were out of the pot, Lin Lei tidied up the house again. She also mopped the floor, thinking about what should she could do without rice.

Lin Lei returned to the house and rummaged through her bag. There was a handkerchief inside. Lin Lei opened it and looked at a total of more than 120 yuan. She thought about her salary of more than 30 yuan a month. She estimated that a kilogram of rice should be around a few cents.

Lin Lei took five yuan and knocked on the neighbor's door.

The person who opened the door was about 20 years old. She had short hair and was about 165 in height. She was slightly thin and wore a blue floral shirt and black pants.

Sun Li looked at the person who knocked on the door and asked, ”Who are you looking for?”

Lin Lei smiled. ”Hello, I just moved in next door. I don't have any rice to cook at home. Do you have any at home? Can you sell some to me?”

She quickly explained her purpose of coming here, afraid that people would think that she was here to borrow rice. In this era, grain was not very expensive. Unlike in the 20th century, there were grain stores everywhere and rice could be bought at the supermarket.

Sun Li knew that Lin Lei was here to pick up the rice.

”My name is Sun Li. My husband's surname is Wang. I don't have much rice at home. I'll go get a bowl for you. Just go out and buy it tomorrow and return it to me.”

Sun Li turned around and went back to the house to get some rice. Lin Lei waited for a while. She thought to herself that if she were to return the rice tomorrow, she would definitely order more.

Sun Li came back very quickly with a big porcelain bowl in her hand.

”Here, just return the bowl to me tomorrow. I'm going to cook now. The child's father will be back soon.”

”Okay, sister Sun, you go back and cook.”

Lin Lei looked at the big bowl. It was probably enough to eat. She was very grateful for sister Sun's help. She thought to herself, if this was in the post-apocalyptic world, killing people for a bowl of rice would be a common thing.

It was really a blessing to leave the post-apocalyptic world. This was something that people who had not experienced it would not feel. When she went back, the pot was already cooked. She washed the rice. She did not know how much Song Yi ate, so she simply boiled it.