Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 12 A Piece of Pork

The bean-sized lamp illuminated the dozen or so people in the room, and there was stewed milky fish soup on the table, and Liu Chunlan was cooking for each child with a wooden spoon.

An Ran was sitting in the reclining chair. She had just had a full meal. Today, everyone was in a bad mood, especially her mother, who cried for a long time while breastfeeding her.

Today An Ran stayed at home alone, Brother Wen Jing looked at her, and ran out when he heard the cry, and she couldn't go to see it by herself.

Although there is fish soup, there is not much for each person, and they can barely eat a third of their fill.

At night, An Ran heard her parents' night talk, saying that her cheap uncle came to make trouble today and caused a lot of trouble for the family. She will not be able to hold her head up at home in the future. As a member, what to support is a big problem.

An Ran grunted, their family is really under a lot of pressure, plus her family has a total of ten children and four strong men, a total of nineteen people.

An Ran came to her farm, which is now level 29. The grain in the warehouse was piled up like a hill, and the two mother pigs gave birth to more than a dozen piglets.

An Ran began to expand several pigpens, and she couldn't afford to keep them. The gold coins on her panel were only 1086.

You have to go to the mall to buy pig feed and chicken feed, as well as various farm tools and props. You only get 100 gold coins when you harvest, which is about once a week. The medicine fields, vegetable gardens and orchards add up to only 300 gold coins each time. Chickens lay one egg every day, and one hundred chickens harvest eighty or ninety eggs a day, corresponding to eighty or ninety gold coins.

In the pharmacy, she recently unlocked the medicine for bruises, mainly because the medicines come from the medicinal materials in the medicine field, and the medicinal materials need experience points to unlock.

An Ran worked hard in every part of the farm. I was exhausted!

The warm light of the morning shone on An Ran's face, and it was another day, she was the one with the most leisure time in the family, just eating and drinking.

"Fubao, brother hug."

Every morning, what An Ran has to face is a group of boys hugging her one by one, and then slapping her cheeks.

"Fubao is so good. Look at her smiling at me. Does Fubao like the second brother the most? My brother will catch fish for you later."

After teasing Fu Bao, everyone went out, and Wen Bo, who was left behind, wandered around behind Aunt Zhenxiang's ass.

The days are like this day after day, and everyone performs their duties to do their own work.

In the blink of an eye, the bleak autumn days have passed, and the cabbage and radish replanted by every household are ready to eat.

Several women sat around in the main room, with the cold rain falling outside, all kinds of old clothes and rags in their hands.

The weather is getting colder and colder, but the boys are still wearing thin linen clothes, especially the older ones. Those clothes expose their ankles and wrists.

"Alas! These clothes are really torn apart, repaired and repaired. The boy grows up very fast. Look at the redness of these ankles.

How will I survive the winter this year? The few quilts I wore as a dowry were all washed away. The two pieces of cloth I left behind were said to be used to make longer clothes for Wen Ming, and I always picked up his father's clothes to wear. "

Li Aling sat by the stove, putting firewood in it and warming her hands. This is the warmest place.

"Don't burn the fire too brightly. The firewood will be very wasteful. dig out the ashes underneath. The coals will be stored in the stove later."

Liu Chunlan was the cook. In the pot steamed a few dry buns mixed with cabbage, there was also a pot of clear soup with little water, and a big pot of boiled radish.

After cooking, Liu Chunlan carefully wrapped a few steamed buns in a white cloth, picked a few pickled vegetables from a jar, put them in a bowl, and put them all in a basket.

Today it was Li Zhenxiang's turn to deliver meals. Since that incident, the relationship between the women has been very delicate.

"Mother, let me go." Seeing that it was raining outside, Wen Zhuo wanted to go together.

"Looking at my sister at home, mother will be back soon."

These meals are all for the men on the dock. Now that winter has come, there is not much work in the fields. Those who are idle at home go to work on the dock.

The food on the pier is expensive, so I had to ask my family to deliver the food.

Seeing the woman walking away covered in linoleum, the remaining women began to talk about their daily routine.

An Ran has started to eat liquid food now. Today he eats white radish, which is boiled in plain water and then eaten into a paste.

Although it is a little bit sweet from radish, it is very annoying to eat this every day.

"Fubao, eat quickly, you will have diarrhea if you eat it after it gets cold." Wen Zhuo scraped the radish in the bowl with a spoon and fed it bit by bit.

An Ran is actually not picky about food at all, but after eating this every day for half a month, she almost vomited.

"You said that the fourth brother's baby doesn't eat this or that every day. He looks fat and white, like the fairy boy in the New Year painting. Maybe he ate something."

We can't blame everyone for being suspicious. It's just that An Ran is too fat and fat. She has been eating liquid food every day since weaning, and the liquid food is just a little bit mushy.

Fang Cuiying curled her lips and said: "It's not like you don't know how much the old man hurts. His eyes and lungs are protected, and he saves a fortune from working every month to buy millet for this girl. She is fat if she is not fat."

An Ran listened to the words of the women, how nutritious is that millet, and every time the aunt was reluctant to boil it, it was almost like water, and it could even see a human face.

"Father, you're back." Several women saw that Father Wang was wearing a rain cape, holding a piece of red and white meat in his hand.

“Where does this pork come from!”

It was just a piece of pork, and the women were very excited. This good thing was seen last year during the Chinese New Year.

Even Fang Cuiying swallowed, although her family used to butcher pigs, but the past few years have been bad, and her father has changed his career to start a scented wax business.

"Keep this piece of meat. Tomorrow is the birthday of the third child. Everyone should eat something good."

Father Wang hung the dripping raindrops under the eaves, and his bare feet were covered with mud.

Li Aling brought freshly washed vegetables to Mrs. Wang's feet, and a pair of straw sandals with air leaks from all sides had a rope worn out.

Several boys gathered around the meat, and their mouths were full of laughter. The last time they ate meat was during the Chinese New Year, and they stewed pork vermicelli in a big pot.

Liu Chunlan carried the meat into the kitchen, put it into an empty jar and covered it. This piece of meat weighed three or four catties, and it could be divided into two or three meals. The fatty meat was boiled to make some oil and water, and cooled into lard. Later, I would eat cabbage and radishes. Put a little in there.

An Ran saw that Father Wang was back, her hands were waving, she brought a lot of eggs for her grandpa to sell recently.

"Yo! My Fubao, haven't you eaten yet? Grandpa hugged her." Father Wang wiped off the water on his hands, held An Ran high, and hugged An Ran in his arms for a walk.

"There are two kilograms of fine rice and a few eggs here. These good things are reserved for Fu Bao. None of you should touch her rations.

A few days ago, I had a dream. I dreamed of an old fairy. He said that our family has a god of food in the sky. She is a little girl. As long as we live well, we will not be short of food and clothing. These good things are all entrusted to our family. Blessing. "

This is an argument that Father Wang came up with himself. He wanted to give Fu Bao a place in the family, otherwise he would be so biased.

"Father, if you say you like Fubao, you like it. What kind of old fairy cooker knows that you like little girls."

Compared with the old man's partiality, the big guys can't say anything. There are only so many good things, not to mention that so many boys only gave it to the youngest one.

(End of this chapter)