"Zhuangzhuang, come on, drink some more..."

"Mom, I'm back! Grandma brought me so many things!"

Zhuangzhuang couldn't eat solid food and was crying loudly from hunger outside, so Wanshu brought Zhuangzhuang into the room and secretly bought fresh goat milk and a baby bottle from the mall to feed it.

Just as I finished feeding him, I heard Wu Ping's voice.

She hid the baby bottle under the bed and took Zhuangzhuang out.

Zhuangzhuang had just finished drinking his milk, and his wet eyes were filled with contentment, making him look incredibly cute.

Wu Ping and Siya are two extremes. He is the kind of little boy with a strong girlish heart. He was immediately charmed and hugged Zhuangzhuang and gave him a big kiss.

Wan Shu took the bamboo basket and examined it.

There were about two pounds of dried mushrooms, two pounds of dried bamboo shoots, and a box of pastries.

In spring, many mushrooms and tender bamboo shoots grow in the mountains. Dried mushrooms and bamboo shoots are worthless in the village.

But this box of pastries is a real rarity in the village.

You should know that pastries are made from a mixture of white flour and sugar.

Whether it's fine flour or sugar, these are rare commodities in this year. If you go to the county town now, a box of these pastries weighing one pound would cost at least forty or fifty coins!

Wu Ping was worried that Wan Shu would mistakenly think that he had taken it because he was greedy, so he quickly explained.

"Grandma insisted on giving this to me, saying that if I didn't take it back, she wouldn't accept anything from me anymore!"

"Don't worry, Mother knows everything."

Wan Shu didn't blame Wu Ping; on the contrary, she thought it was good that he brought some things back.

There should be give and take among relatives.

Otherwise, over time, a situation might arise where a small favor is appreciated but a large one breeds resentment.

It seems that Wan's mother is a very sensible person.

This box of pastries must have been bought by Wanmu a long time ago. She hasn't been able to bear eating them, and the pastries have become a bit dry. If they're left for a while longer, they might turn into rocks.

Wan Shu immediately opened the box and greeted the five children.

"Come on, this pig is so big, it'll probably take a while to clean it up. Let's have some pastries to fill our stomachs first, so we'll have the energy to work later."

Now, the five children are no longer like they were when Wan Shu first transmigrated; they don't need to be warned by the "Su family" before they dare to eat to their heart's content.

Faced with such precious food as pastries, they still dutifully let Wan Shu eat first, and then took their turn to get some in order of age from youngest to oldest.

To be honest, this pastry was not delicious at all for Wan Shu; in fact, it was quite unpalatable.

Dry, bland, and unpleasantly sweet—it doesn't resemble modern pastries at all, which have undergone significant improvements in various aspects.

But for children during famine years, this was a rare delicacy.

They ate with great relish, even tilting their heads back to eat so that not a single crumb would fall.

After finishing the pastries, he even licked the box containing them thoroughly.

Wan Shu felt a pang of sadness watching them, but she didn't urge them on. She just thought to herself that when she went out to sell wild boar meat tomorrow, she would definitely find an opportunity to buy some pastries to stock up at home.

Wan Shu only spoke after they had licked up the last crumbs.

"Come on, let's get back to work."

Wan Shu doesn't plan to sell the whole wild boar, which is this big.

After all, there are many children in the family who need to eat meat every day. Instead of constantly finding excuses to bring meat home, it's better to take this opportunity to stock up on more meat at once.

Anyway, she knows quite a few ways to preserve meat for a long time.

As before, she fried the remaining pork belly and then soaked it in lard to make braised pork belly.

In addition, pork ribs are also a good food.

She chopped the ribs into thumb-sized pieces, added shredded ginger, and purchased spice powder, chili powder, salt, high-proof liquor, and sesame oil from the mall.

This dish is called bone scraps. It is put into a jar, sealed and pickled, and can be preserved for a long time. You can take it out as needed. As long as it is steamed, it is a rare delicacy.

However, because there were so many modern seasonings added, Wan Shu had to make an excuse to go to her room alone to make it, which took her a lot of effort.

In addition, she selected about ten pieces of good meat with a good balance of fat and lean to marinate, planning to hang them on the stove after marinating to make smoked meat.

Everyone has had a long and tiring day, so we can't skimp on dinner.

People are short of meat these days, and bone-in cuts don't fetch a good price; they're too heavy to carry around in town.

Wan Shu chopped the pork bones, trotters, tail, and cartilage into large pieces and stewed them together with dried mushrooms and bamboo shoots in a large pot.

On top of the stew pot, a dozen or so multigrain pancakes were made using various types of flour that the villagers had given them a few days ago.

The moment the lid was lifted, a wonderful aroma filled the air.

Wan Shu tried a piece of pig's tail; it was fatty, tender, and tasted just right. Time to eat!

She took out a large bowl and was about to take out the multigrain cakes first.

"Boom—"

A loud bang suddenly came from outside the door.

The five children, bent over and using wood ash to clean up the pig offal, were startled by the noise.

"Mother, what is that sound?"

"Has something happened outside?"

Wan Shu glanced outside and said nonchalantly.

"Oh, it's nothing, just thunder. It looks like it's going to rain heavily."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wan Shu was stunned.

The five children, who were still cleaning the pig offal, were also stunned.

They looked up abruptly, almost in disbelief: "What?! It's going to rain?! And it's a downpour?!"

They put down the pig offal they were carrying, and without even washing their hands, they rushed out in a swarm.

"Boom—"

Another loud bang followed, and then large raindrops poured down.

The rain was really heavy; the raindrops hit their faces and stung, but Dazhu and the others didn't care at all, their faces full of happy smiles.

"Great! Great! It's finally raining!"

"It's raining! The rice in the fields can be saved!"

"This year's harvest won't be a total failure! We won't starve to death!!!"

Besides the Liang family, other villagers also rushed out of their homes excitedly after hearing the thunder and rain.

Younger children danced and cheered in the rain.

"Wow, hooray!!! It's raining, there's food!"

The older villagers knelt on the ground, crying and laughing at the same time.

"Thank God! Thank God! Potatoes and rain! You've finally spared our lives!"

Such a scene was so moving that even Wan Shu, an outsider, couldn't help but grin happily.

However, her happiness did not last long.

Because once she entered the house, she quickly discovered that it was not only small and old, but also dilapidated!

There were about ten leaks in the roof...

Especially the houses of Dazhu and his two brothers, they've almost turned into a waterfall cave.

Left with no other choice, and even though it was rather inappropriate, today, after a hearty meal, all six members of the family, men and women alike, squeezed into one room.

Wan Yao silently vowed in her heart that she would definitely turn the money she earned in the business into legitimate means as soon as possible and build a big house that wouldn't leak!