The braised chicken legs had a slight spicy taste, which made everyone's appetite more whetted. No matter it was Zhao Qing's father, the two sisters, or Mu Tou and Niuniu, they grabbed the chicken wings and legs and put them into their mouths. Every bite was filled with the aroma of meat, and the slightly spicy chili oil filled their mouths. When had they ever eaten such delicious food? Before they had even finished one bite of meat, they would take the next bite.

Sanliang's eating habits were even more exaggerated. He was given four chicken wings, and he ate the meat on the wings cleanly. He also bit the braised chicken bones until they crackled, and then he chewed them into pieces and swallowed them in one bite.

Niu Niu has a small appetite and likes to save the best things for last. After she finished the porridge in the bowl, her stomach was almost full. She took a few bites of the remaining chicken leg and said she couldn't eat it anymore. Lin Susu found some dry lotus leaves to wrap them for her and told her to eat them on the way. She must finish it today, otherwise, in such a high temperature, the sweet water in Mu Tou's water bag would become sour.

Lin Changxi and Zhao Qing also followed Sanliang's example and chewed the bones in the chicken legs and wings into pieces and ate them. Lin Rui felt that he did not have such good teeth, so in the end, Sanliang wanted to eat the remaining chicken thigh skeleton in his hand.

The Lin family lived very close to each other, and Lin Rui and his family did not eat meat secretly or deliberately avoid others. The three families of Lin Changhe, Lin Changfa and Lin Pingmao were drooling when they saw this.

Lin Zijun looked at his father, only to be glared back at by Lin Changfa: "What are you looking at? You can't let your father shamelessly ask for it. What your second uncle's family eats is the ability of the clan leader. If you are capable, wouldn't I be able to eat meat like your second uncle?"

Lin Zijun was scolded by Lin Changfa and scratched his head: "Dad, I didn't say anything!"

Lin Zikun and Lin Zi were watching Mu Tou chewing on the chicken leg with envy, licking their lips: "When can we eat meat..."

Niu Qin and Zhu Ying served porridge to everyone: "I don't think it's possible. Our family never had such good food before we fled the famine."

The brothers Gao Yuliang and Gao Yumin also saw the food at Lin Rui's house: "Tsk tsk, this Lin family patriarch is really quite capable. Everyone is having such a hard time, yet he still has meat to eat."

Gao Yuliang's son Gao Ze'an said, "Dad, apart from those wealthy families, I haven't seen many families as respectable as the Lin family. Their food, drink, clothing, and daily necessities are all decent."

Gao Zening also nodded: "At least we can feel at ease if we follow them. Judging from their food supply, they probably won't care about our meager food."

After breakfast, everyone picked up their luggage and continued on their journey.

Lin Changxi drove the ox cart and said to Zhao Qing and Lin Rui, "I don't think our two cows will last much longer. Let's sharpen our knives when we have time to save the trouble of slaughtering the cows."

Lin Rui glanced at the two large blue oxen that were still carrying heavy loads, though they looked skinny. "They seem to be in good spirits," he said. He walked over to the two oxen and patted their heads. "Hold on, old buddy. Once we escape this disaster, I'll definitely provide you with good food and drink."

"Ouch, ouch!" Zhao Qing's face changed and he squeezed his legs tighter: "Stop, stop, my stomach hurts so badly, let me go poop first."

Feng Zhenniang sat on the ox cart, holding Qingqing in her arms: "What's going on?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Changxi also looked strange. He threw the whip aside and slid down from the ox cart: "No, no, my stomach hurts too."

This was like starting a chain reaction. Not only Lin Changxi and Zhao Qing, the father-in-law and son-in-law, but also the two sisters, Sanliang Mutou and Niuniu all said they had stomachaches. However, the degree of pain was different for everyone. Sanliang and Mutou could still hold on, but the female relatives seemed to be in worse physical condition and immediately found haystacks to relieve themselves.

Lin Changfa and Lin Changtai looked at him in surprise: "Chief, what's going on?"

Lin Rui shook his head, wondering what was going on? Why did he suddenly have a stomachache? Did he eat something bad?

He looked at Cao'er and her son: "Ermao's mother, how are you? Does your stomach hurt?"

Cao'er and Ermao have been eating and drinking with Lin Rui and the others for a while now. Their complexions and spirits have improved a lot, and they can now walk with strength. They are extremely grateful for the transition from grass roots to the current rice grains. They shook their heads repeatedly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

He doesn't feel any pain, and neither does Cao'er and her mother. Does that mean that everyone in their family, except himself, Qingqing and his mother, has been infected?

Lin Ziming washed his mouth and said, "Chief, I saw your family eat meat this morning. Is there something wrong with the meat?"

What could be wrong with the meat? He ate it, so why didn’t he have any reaction at all?

Wait! Lin Rui suddenly had an idea, and a possibility occurred to him. Although the ancients were poor and destitute, the food and wild vegetables they ate were all natural and pollution-free. The braised foods he had stored in his refrigerator were delicious and meaty, but the ingredients list contained a lot of technology and hard work. As a modern man, his stomach had long been trained to be invulnerable by these things, but the stomachs of these ancient people were far from that level of skill!

In other words, ancient people could not withstand modern technology and hard work!

This...what can he say? They took out the chicken legs with good intentions to share with everyone, but ended up with everyone having diarrhea. This is so embarrassing!

"Maybe it's true." Lin Rui nodded.

Only after their stomachs were completely empty did they trudge back to the ox cart, leaning against its wheels to sit down. Zhao Qing waved his hand, "Wait a moment, wait a moment! My legs are so weak from all the stretching."

Lin Susu and Lin Zaozao supported each other as they walked up. Feng Zhenniang looked at them with distress and gave Lin Rui a strange look: "Rui'er, you... don't have diarrhea?"

Lin Rui nodded: "No."

Lin Changxi made the final decision: "It must be that I caught a cold, it's definitely not something I ate wrong."

Yesterday's meal was pretty much the same as usual, with just a little more ingredients. The only difference was that they had eaten incredibly delicious meat last night, and they refused to admit that there was anything wrong with the meat. They preferred to believe that they were just weaklings whose stomachs couldn't digest such delicate meat.

Zhao Qing also walked over and patted Lin Rui on the shoulder to comfort him: "Chief, this is not your problem, nor is it the meat's problem. It must be our own problem. The first time we ate it, we were a little uncomfortable with the local climate. The second and third time, we will get used to it and it will be fine."

Sanliang also walked to Lin Rui innocently: "Yes, Master, I promise I won't have diarrhea next time."

Lin Rui... Can you guarantee that you won't have diarrhea?