Lin Rui was also eating meat in big mouthfuls. He had never felt so directly what life was all about, eating and drinking.

Until you have enough food and warm clothes, fame, wealth and future are all empty talk, just like shouting slogans in castles in the air, which are useless.

I ate all-you-can-eat braised chicken legs and wings, and secretly stuffed myself with two bags of plain potato chips. In the end, I was so full that I burped.

Lin Rui's family was also very serious about eating. Everyone's mouth was greasy. After eating, Mu Tou and San Liang kept sucking their hands covered with soup with their tongues.

Lin Changxi, Zhao Qing, and a few other big eaters even put on a live eating show for everyone. They sat at a simple stone table and ate from both sides. They held chopsticks in their right hands, each holding a chicken drumstick. They took a bite of the chicken thigh, then lowered their heads and used their chopsticks to scoop up the rice mixed with dried wild vegetables and pickled meat in their bowls.

He chewed with big mouthfuls, nodded repeatedly because it was so delicious, and didn't even have time to speak.

Sister Lin Dajie and Sister Lin Erjie only had a relatively small appetite, but they were not slow at all when eating. For them who had experienced the hardships of fleeing famine, nothing could make them feel happier than swallowing food.

After finishing his meal, Mu Tou covered his full stomach with a satisfied look on his face. "Ah, it's still my uncle who has a way. He's like a god, always able to conjure up the delicious food I want to eat."

Lu Sufen patted her son's head and said, "You should learn more from your uncle. We are all alive thanks to your uncle. If you can learn half of his ability in the future, I will be willing to die."

Mu Tou was unhappy: "Mom, what depressing words are you saying!"

Moreover, he was able to make plans and strategize on the road to escape from famine just like his uncle, taking responsibility for the life and death of more than 30 tribesmen, and bringing them all to Huangmo Pass safely without leaving any one behind. Just based on this ability, Mu Tou felt that he would never be able to match his uncle in his entire life.

The era of public grain has ended. Although Lin Changfa, Lin Changhe and Lin Pingmao are all members of the Lin clan, after arriving here, they have no way to continue to share food with the clan leader's family with a thick face.

How could the relief food distributed by the Xing family army be comparable to the public food provided by the clan leader? For ordinary refugees from famine, these relief foods were their life-saving rations.

Of course, this is also true for Lin Changfa and others, but with the example of the clan leader's family, it... seems a little insignificant.

Lin Changfa's eldest daughter-in-law Niu Qin and youngest daughter-in-law Zhu Ying had already cooked the rice. When they opened the pot, it was just ordinary multi-grain rice that was steaming and had a musty smell.

These rice and flour will last until next month. If Lin Zizheng hadn't urinated blood today due to overwork, there was no way he would have eaten them all. Eating porridge is more in line with the current trend.

Lin Changfa, Lin Zijun and others were a little worried about Lin Zizheng: "Your head isn't fully healed yet, take a rest tomorrow, you don't need to work anymore."

Lin Zizheng shook his head: "I'm fine. There's so much to do in the land reclamation. Even children like Dunzi and Douzi are busy. How can I, as an uncle, sit idle? My head is fine now, don't worry."

Lin Changfa couldn't help but said angrily: "You said it so easily, don't worry, how can I be relieved, you urinated blood, isn't that serious?"

Lin Zizheng still shook his head helplessly: "Dad, this situation is very normal. I encountered it before when I was working at the dock. Experienced workers said it was a sign of physical deficiency. I can go home and ask my mother or wife to make some good supplements. It's not a big deal!"

Lin Zizheng's words silenced his family. Staying healthy was simple; all they needed was good food. But in today's climate, they were lucky to have the relief food provided by the Xing family army. How could they expect anything better?

But... Lin Zi had just recovered from a serious illness, and he had to follow everyone to open up wasteland and farm the land day and night, and there was no income, so how could his body stand it?

After such an intense day, not to mention the adults, even the children leaned listlessly in their parents' arms.

"Brother, brother..." The voice of the second brother Lin Changxi came softly, and he was seen sneaking over with a jar half a person's height in his arms.

Lin Changfa hurriedly greeted him and said, "Changxi, does the clan leader have any instructions?"

Lin Changxi waved his hand: "Rui'er is the clan leader, and he is also your nephew and brother. I am not worried that you can't handle such heavy work. Let me bring you some food."

After saying that, he opened the sealed jar. The rich aroma of spices and meat rushed into people's noses. Just smelling this aroma made people's saliva secrete so much that they couldn't swallow it in time.

Lin Zizheng was closest to Lin Changxi and immediately walked over: "Second Uncle, what is this, meat?"

As he spoke, he tentatively tried to put his hand into the jar. Lin Changxi did not stop him, as he brought it for them to eat anyway. He even moved the jar forward to make it easier for Lin Zizheng to take it.

Lin Zizheng didn't move his hand down to take it. Instead, he took it out after touching the oily soup with his fingers. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them with special care. His eyes lit up: "Delicious!"

Just after I finished speaking, I remembered the minced meat that everyone ate in the porridge bowl during the public food ration. Although the aroma of the meat was absorbed by the porridge in the pot, the taste was still the same, just as fragrant, which almost made people dizzy.

Lin Changfa also looked at Lin Changxi with surprise, and couldn't help rubbing his big hands.

Lin Changxi carried the jar to the simple shack built by their family, reached into the jar and picked up a chicken leg. Before anyone could exclaim, he had already given it to several of Lin Changfa's grandchildren.

The chicken legs were a bit spicy, and the children were choking on the spiciness, but they were reluctant to spit it out. Their little mouths turned red from the spiciness, but they swallowed the meat in their mouths.

After months of fleeing famine, even the little children knew that they could only survive by eating food, and no food should be wasted.

Especially now that the meat is given by the clan leader's family, in the past, my parents would only give me a chicken leg during the Chinese New Year. The chicken legs that were so delicious in my memory suddenly don't taste as good when compared with the big chicken legs I grab and chew now.

The three brothers Lin Zijun, Lin Zizheng and Lin Zikun were gnawing on the chicken bones like hungry wolves. If the chicken leg bones were not too hard to bite, they would have eaten the bones into their stomachs.

After finishing the meal, Lin Zijun, Lin Changfa and the others finally started to think again, so they asked, "Second Uncle, we've finished eating all this, what are you going to do?"

At this time, Lin Changxi had asked his niece-in-law Niu Qin to find a spoon to scoop out the soup that leaked out when Lin Rui peeled the chicken legs from the jar, and distributed it to Lin Changfa's family according to the number of people.

In this way, the old grain that originally had a moldy smell can be turned into a delicious dinner.