Zeng Wenjuan washed her water shoes and hung them up to dry. She went out with a basket and a sickle, followed by Chen Yitang and Goudan, and they arrived at the vegetable field in just two steps.

The planted seedlings slowly grew out. Someone had dumped garbage here before, so the land was particularly fertile, especially the corner where chives were planted.

"These vegetables are growing well. The garlic is almost ready to eat! And the peppers are in bloom and will be edible soon." Chen Yintang said to Zeng Wenjuan while standing outside the vegetable garden holding Goudan.

Zeng Wenjuan cut a bunch of chives. When she heard what Chen Yitang said, she looked up and said, "The soil and fertilizer here are good. It didn't take long for the vegetable seeds to grow after being planted."

"That's a good piece of land. It's healthier to eat vegetables grown by yourself." Chen Yintang is also a man who knows how to live. He grows and picks vegetables by himself, cooks a meal by himself, and watches others enjoy the meal. That's really a great sense of accomplishment.

Zeng Wenjuan cut all the leeks, picked up the vegetable basket, closed the door of the vegetable garden, and took the two of them back.

After returning home, Chen Yitang sat on a stone block and picked leeks, while Zeng Wenjuan picked out the snail meat one by one with a sharp needle for sewing shoe soles.

"Mom is so awesome! Even better than grandpa. Today, grandpa even pricked his hand while picking snails, and he bled a lot." Goudan said as he squatted beside her and watched Zeng Wenjuan picking snails.

Zeng Wenjuan looked up at Chen Yitang, who just turned around when he heard Goudan betray him, and happened to meet Zeng Wenjuan's eyes. Chen Yitang was still guilty and said, "No, it's just that I haven't eaten snails for a long time, so my hands are a little unfamiliar. Later, I picked them one by one."

Zeng Wenjuan did not expose him. She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Then the movements of her hands continued to accelerate.

It was already eight o'clock when they finished picking. The snail meat from half a bucket of snails, plus the snail meat that Chen Yitang picked at home, was only enough for a bowl of noodles. But it was enough for three people, and it came with leeks!

After removing the skin of the snail meat, she rinsed it two or three times with water to wash away the mud. Zeng Wenjuan then went into the house and grabbed a handful of sweet potato flour, which she had bought from Yuan Yujuan's family earlier.

Throw the sweet potato flour into the basin, and keep kneading the snail meat until all the dirt inside the snail is squeezed out. Zeng Wenjuan washes it again and the snails are clean.

Zeng Wenjuan entered the kitchen with the bowl in her hand. Chen Yitang was already sitting in front of the stove with Goudan, waiting for Zeng Wenjuan to come in and light the fire. The leeks had been cut and the greens had been washed.

After the pan was heated, Zeng Wenjuan poured oil into the pan, then poured the cleaned snails into the pan, stir-fried them with a spatula for a few times, then added sweet potato starch water and cooked until they were half-cooked.

Zeng Wenjuan scooped out the snail meat, cleaned the pot, continued to add hot oil, added leeks and salt and stir-fried. When the leeks were cooked, she poured the snail meat into the pot and continued to stir-fry.

When the dish was cooked, Zeng Wenjuan served a small portion of the snails. Goudan was still too young to eat spicy food, but Zeng Wenjuan loved spicy food, and Chen Yitang also loved spicy food, so she served a bowl of it to Goudan.

After stir-frying some vegetables in the back, it was already past nine o'clock. Usually, everyone would be asleep at this time. The three of them carried the food to the dining table nearby.

Chen Yitang was already starving. He reached out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of snail. After tasting it carefully, he commented, "This is the taste. I haven't eaten it for a long time. When I was young, people in my family would pick up some snails from the fields to add to their meals. I ran to the kitchen and saw them. I ate three big bowls of rice that day. After that... I never ate it again."

Zeng Wenjuan directly took a clay spoon and put it on the plate. She smiled and said, "Dad, if you like to eat it, I have collected it during this period and we can eat it every day. You use this spoon to serve it. The snails have shrunk a little after being fried."

"Okay, I happen to have other ways to eat it. Tomorrow I will take Goudan with me to the fields and pick some. I can also watch you guys working and bring you some water." Chen Yintang nodded.

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After dinner, Zeng Wenjuan quickly took a shower and washed her clothes. Goudan slept with Chen Yitang tonight to avoid her getting up early tomorrow and waking up Goudan.

Zeng Wenjuan fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed. She went to bed at 10 o'clock last night, but it didn't affect Zeng Wenjuan getting up at 4 o'clock the next day.

After finishing the work, Zeng Wenjuan took the tools and tied a flashlight to her forehead to illuminate the road ahead. After the village chief assigned the positions, Zeng Wenjuan went to her area and started working.

Around seven o'clock in the morning, the canteen staff came to serve food. At this time, Chen Yitang also came with Goudan, carrying breakfast.

Zeng Wenjuan saw the two of them and walked over with a smile: "Why are you here? Have you had breakfast? I'll go get you some breakfast!"

Of course, the food at that time was fixed in quantity, and Zeng Wenjuan could not take other people's food to give to Chen Yitang and Goudan, but had to save it from her own mouth.

Chen Yitang smiled and raised the basket in his hand: "No need, I brought you food, and I just happened to come here to pick snails together."

After lifting the cloth on the basket, a bowl of noodles with a poached egg was seen. Zeng Wenjuan brought out the bowl. Chen Yitang left Goudan to talk to Zeng Wenjuan, while Chen Yitang bent over with a bucket to pick up snails.

"Mom, have you been cutting rice here these two days? Aren't you tired?" Goudan asked Zeng Wenjuan as she was slurping noodles.

Zeng Wenjuan shook her head: "No, I feel very accomplished. Look at this field of golden rice, it was harvested by me. This food can save many lives."

Goudan nodded, not quite understanding. He clenched his fists and said, "Mom, when I grow up, I want to be like you and harvest a lot of rice."

Zeng Wenjuan freed one hand, reached out and touched Goudan's head, and said with some amusement: "Silly child, you need to study more, so that you can become a promising child in the future."

An old lady beside him drank her porridge in one gulp and said to Goudan, "Goudan, you should listen to your mother. Our leaders read a lot of books, which is why they led us out and gave us the life we ​​have now."

Goudan nodded obediently. She knew that man and often heard his stories. She admired him very much. In the future, he also wanted to become an upright, kind and brave person who could lead everyone towards a more advanced and brilliant future.