Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 230 It Should Be an Era
The old lady took the wild pork and put it on the cutting board. After looking at it for a long time, she finally cut off a third of it and asked Mrs. Wu to chop it up. She cooked a small pot of broken rice porridge to nourish her son.

The rest, the old lady put it in the big vat outside the window of the east room, saving it for her son to eat.

When the smell of meat wafted from the main room, Shan Dongchen followed his son's example and swallowed.

"Father, wild pork is really delicious. After eating wild pork, Dad will recover immediately."

"Yeah, Daddy can eat the wild meat that Xiao Cong earned, so he should get better soon."

Shan Xiaocong nodded repeatedly after hearing what his father said.

"Dinner." The old lady's voice was louder than usual today.

Still as usual, the old lady came in with a clay pot and put it on the kang table.

Smelling the aroma of the meat porridge in the clay pot, both father and son's stomachs gurgled loudly.

The old lady wanted to laugh when she heard it, but was more sad.But the old lady didn't show it, and still greeted everyone with a smile in her eyes.

The porridge served by the old lady was still the same as before. The son and grandson each had a big bowl, and the rest of the women in the family, including herself, had a small bowl.

And it was obvious that the porridge in the bowls of the father and son was thicker.

"Mother." Shan Dongchen wanted to transfer some of the porridge in his bowl to the old lady.

The old lady pressed his hand, shook her head gently, and said softly: "Dongchen, you are sick, eat more to get better quickly, otherwise what will our family do for women and children?"

The old lady's words successfully stopped Dan Dongchen's hand in the air.

Yes, although he used to be a useless scholar who couldn't carry his shoulders or hands, but in front of the whole family, he was the head of the family and the pillar of the family.

"Father, eat quickly, or the porridge will be cold."

Shan Xiaocong persuaded his father, but nimbly held a wooden spoon in his hand, and quickly distributed some of the meat porridge in his own bowl to his grandmother, mother, and aunt.

As for the elder sister and younger sister, he didn't give them any. He was afraid that his grandma and mother would scold them and bring them another unwarranted disaster.

Shan Xiaocong's actions made the three middle-aged and elderly women feel warm in their hearts, and they were very ironic.

Old lady Shan: My eldest grandson is sensible, no matter what he eats, he always thinks about grandma, and never eats alone.

Huang: Although her son is not her own, he has been more sensible than other children since he was a child. It is no wonder that she loves him a lot.

Wu Shi: Although her son doesn't dare to get close to her, she can still feel his heart for her.

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The dinner at the Meng family was much more lively, and Grandpa Meng asked people to send a bowl of marinated head and hooves and blood sausage to the two families next door.

The men's table is in the main room, and the women's table is in the kitchen.

Fu Xinci looked at a large bowl of meat and vegetables, the corners of her mouth twitching.This is really wanting to eat meat when there is no meat, and wanting to eat vegetables when there is meat.

Alas, I want to give myself two words: hypocritical.

But she really wanted to be jealous of sliced ​​cabbage and stir-fried vermicelli with sauerkraut.

Don't even think about sauerkraut, it's not sour yet.

Cabbage is not only available at home, but also in her space.

Thinking of getting enough food and clothing by herself, Fu Xinci took off her outer jacket, ready to show her talents.

Her behavior happened to be seen by Tian Shi who was serving the rice, and hurriedly said: "My little ancestor, if you want to eat anything, just tell auntie, and auntie will make it for you."

"It's okay, auntie, I just want to make vinegared cabbage slices, and it will be ready soon."

"Vinegared cabbage slices?" Tian really had never cooked this dish, so he discussed it with Fu Xinci, "Xinci, can auntie fry some cabbage slices for you?"

"Okay, Auntie stir-fries with cabbage hearts."

"Okay, my aunt will fry cabbage hearts for you now." Tian Shi is also a neat person, put down the rice spoon and went to get the cabbage, and Ke'er followed to help light the fire.

Fang glanced at her daughter and wanted to sigh a little, "You child, isn't the meat delicious, but you want to eat fried cabbage heart."

"Mother, meat is delicious, but I also want to eat fried cabbage heart."

Fang: What else can she say.

After dinner, the family was finally free.

At the urging of the old man, Fu Yu and Fang went back to the house and changed into "newly bought" duck down jackets.

Fu Xinci chose two styles for them, one long and one short.

Fu Yu's is stone blue, and Fang's is rich purple.

Especially the two pieces of Fang's, the style is retro, and both are hand-embroidered.

It was the first time for Fang to see such a beautiful coat. He kept stroking the embroidery on it with both hands, and murmured to himself: "This embroidery is so beautiful, it's the first time I've seen it."

Hearing this, Fu Xinci couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth again.

She really wanted to say: Mother, may you be mistaken, we are talking about jackets, but you are only interested in the embroidery pattern.

It's just that when she saw her mother's happy face, she wisely chose not to say anything.

At night, the surroundings are quiet, but Fu Xinci's mood today is different from before.

In the trading hall, there are many people around the vending machines, some familiar and some unfamiliar, and everyone's bags are almost bulging.

But when the lights on the vending machine came on, everyone was stunned.

"Xinci actually asks us for weapons?"

"It needs to have good performance, light weight, and low recoil..."

Yang Xinjie and Xu Jiacan finished muttering and looked at the captain at the same time.

The captain was very calm, and calmly instructed Yang Xinjie, "You write it on a piece of paper first, and ask Xinci what happened there."

"Yes."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the vending machine, but when they saw the note coming back from the vending machine, their expressions changed.

"Captain, Xinci said that she might face Japanese pirates."

"Japanese pirates?"

"Japanese pirates are little devils."

"TMD."

"Fuck me."

"Hurry up and give the weapon of compassion, those little bastards."

Before Yang Xinjie could finish her words, the people around her were no longer calm, and there was a lot of scolding.

The captain, Xu Jiacan and Pang Duner wished they could get into the vending machine and take the lead.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the forbearance chief said, "Yang Xinjie, ask Fu Xinci, what year did she wear? Is it [-] or [-]?"

"It's better to be [-], just wipe out those little bastards outside the pass."

"How come, count me in."

"Yes, if Fu Xinci can pass, we should be able to pass too."

The crowd was clamoring, and the lights on the vending machines were turned on again.

Everyone immediately held their breath and stared at the note.

"The Ming Dynasty is not the Ming Dynasty we read in the history books."

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Ai suddenly had an idea and thought of a certain possibility, "I guessed it, it should be a fictional era."

(End of this chapter)