Grandma Jiang picked and chose, "Oh dear, granddaughter, why did you buy pig offal? This stuff smells awful, and it tastes really bad when cooked. Even if you gave it to me, well, I'd still take it, but I don't want it since I paid for it."

The Jiang family members nodded in agreement, "It is indeed difficult to handle and doesn't taste good. Unless it's a chef from a restaurant."

Jiang Wanwan said with a smile, "Grandma, don't worry. I'll take care of the pig offal. I guarantee it will taste delicious."

As she spoke, Jiang Wanwan took everything out of the basket, leaving only the materials for making mosquito coils.

"Is that rice in this bag?" Zhu asked uncertainly, pointing to the largest bag on the ground.

She could see the shape of the rice, but she wasn't sure.

After all, this bag of rice weighs at least a hundred pounds.

Rice is a precious commodity, something that poor families like theirs can't afford.

Jiang Wanwan nodded, "It's rice. This is wheat flour, that's coarse flour, and that bag is millet."

The Jiang family members stood there stunned, staring at the things on the ground in disbelief.

Uncle Jiang asked in a trembling voice, "What? What did you say, Wan'er? You bought flour? So much flour?"

"Yes, that must be five pounds of wheat flour. Wheat flour is such a good thing, it's only for rich people." Old Man Jiang was so shocked that he wanted to take a couple of puffs of his pipe to clear his head. He habitually put the pipe to his mouth and took two puffs, but then realized that he was indeed dizzy and had forgotten to light his pipe.

"Good heavens! A pound of flour must cost thirty-five coins, right? My eldest granddaughter, you bought five pounds!" Grandma Jiang's breathing was already unsteady, and her heart was pounding in her chest.

Even the old Jiang family couldn't afford rice and wheat flour.

Even in the wealthier village chief's family, they couldn't afford white rice.

But now, rice and wheat flour are laid out right in front of them, looking so fresh and clean.

This feels like a dream, it's not real at all!

Jiang Wanwan urged, "Oh dear, it's getting late, let's hurry up and cook. Tonight we'll be having pork and rice!"

The Jiang family: !!!

"Granddaughter, isn't this a bit too extravagant?"

"Yes, there's meat to eat, and rice to eat too. Am I dreaming?" Mrs. Hu gently pinched herself and realized that she wasn't dreaming.

Jiang Wanwan looked at her family with a mixture of amusement and helplessness.

Sigh, it's all because of poverty.

"Big brother, second brother, hurry up and help me carry these things to the kitchen. I'll cook meat for you tonight!" Jiang Wanwan instructed.

"Hey, they're here, they're here!"

Hearing that there would be meat and white rice to eat, the boys' eyes lit up, and their mouths were practically watering. They carefully put the maltose in their hands, then picked up the rice and flour on the ground and headed to the kitchen.

Grandma Jiang suddenly realized, "Oh, wait a minute. How can we leave the grain in the kitchen, especially such precious rice and flour? It might get stolen in the middle of the night. Quick, move all the rice and flour to Grandma's east room."

The grain, oil, salt, and other necessities of the Jiang family were all kept in the east room where Old Mrs. Jiang and Old Mr. Jiang lived, and were locked in a special cabinet.

Jiang Hehu and the other boys turned to look at her, asking for her opinion.

"Then let's move to Grandma's room," Jiang Wanwan said.

Actually, she prefers to put it in the kitchen, as it would be more convenient for her to operate it secretly.

However, if the rice and flour were put in the kitchen at this time, Grandma Jiang would probably object.

There's plenty of time in the future; let's talk about this later.

She was hungry; eating meat and rice was the most important thing.