In addition to stewing a pot of pig's trotters yesterday, He Tiantian also stir-fried a bowl of wild vegetables and steamed white rice.

For no other reason than that she wanted to eat, and was used to, white rice.

If she weren't worried about setting the children's expectations too high, she would have liked to buy some juice from the mall to take with her.

After everything was done, the basket was completely full. And you know what, it was quite heavy.

He Tiantian, heavily pregnant, carried a basket to Yulan's field. She had only heard Yulan give a rough idea of ​​where her field was, and now she had to go and find it along the way.

The fields in the village are mostly connected, forming large, contiguous plots. After walking for about fifteen minutes, we saw villagers working along the path.

These past few days, every household has been busy planting sweet potatoes, and sweet potato seedlings are piled up on the ridges of the fields. He Tiantian carried a basket and went from one field to another, finally spotting the four little ones.

At this time, almost every household receives someone delivering lunch.

Villagers who work in the fields don't go home at noon; they just sit on the edge of the field, eat a few bites, and then continue working.

If it rains after we finish planting the sweet potatoes, that would be even better. We wouldn't need to irrigate them anymore.

"Wanzi's mother, you've come to deliver food too?" Tian Shi walked towards us, carrying a basket, her eyes bright.

Ever since she was able to earn money for the family, Tian's life at home has become much better, and she can hold her head high in front of Granny Yuan.

He Tiantian glanced at Tian Shi, inwardly amazed by her transformation. Indeed, a woman's confidence stems from independence; even in her husband's family, she needs to be able to earn money to avoid being bullied.

"Yes, you're here to deliver food too?"

Ms. Tian nodded. The path in the field was rather narrow, so she deliberately made way for He Tiantian.

He Tiantian walked to the edge of Yulan's field and shouted loudly to her four little ones, "Kids, dinner's ready!"

Zhao Denglong and Zhao Wanzi planted a row of sweet potatoes together, Liu Yulan and Liu Shuixian planted a row of sweet potatoes together, and Sister-in-law Yulan planted a row of sweet potatoes by herself.

To shield themselves from the sun, they all wore hats woven from wild grass and leaves.

The four little ones turned around in unison when they heard He Tiantian's voice. Large beads of sweat streamed down their faces and finally fell into the dirt.

"Sister, it's Mother bringing food!" Zhao Wanzi rubbed the mud off her hands, laughed, and ran towards the edge of the field.

To avoid getting their shoes dirty when working in the fields, children and adults would leave their shoes at the edge of the field and walk barefoot.

He Tiantian casually arranged the children's shoes. These straw sandals were cool to wear in the summer, but in the winter the children's feet would get frostbite and sores.

Last winter was so cold; if He Tiantian hadn't bought two pairs of cloth shoes, the two little ones' feet would probably have been ruined.

"Mom, what are we having for dinner today?" Zhao Wanzi excitedly ran to He Tiantian and snuggled into her arms.

"Eat pig's trotters, you've been wanting to eat them since yesterday. Go wash your hands and your faces before you come in," He Tiantian instructed with a smile.

As soon as the four little ones heard that there were pig's trotters to eat, they all ran to the nearby stream to wash their hands and faces, and also washed the mud off their feet.

It was midday, and many villagers were sitting on the ridges of the fields eating.

Farmers are already very happy if they can eat good food like rice and noodles after doing physical labor.

In the empty fields, everyone was tired and hungry after working all morning. Just then, food was delivered from home, and everyone ate in silence.

He Tiantian took out pig's trotters and wild vegetables from the basket, while the rice was in a large jar. Since they didn't bring enough bowls, the children each picked a leaf to hold their rice.

A bowl of snow-white, clean rice was drizzled with braised pork trotters, and the four little ones each held a piece of pork trotter and were happily munching on it. A gust of wind blew by, carrying the aroma of the meat far and wide.

The Zhao family, young and old, were all sitting on the ground eating. Apart from Tao cooking, everyone else in the family was busy.

After planting sweet potatoes all morning, Ms. Cheng was exhausted and her back ached. She was starving and her mouth was dry.

Finally, her sister-in-law, Tao, brought lunch, and Cheng was the first to rush to the front.

"Oh, sister-in-law, you've finally arrived! Bring the food early tomorrow." Cheng Shi came to Tao Shi's side and whispered to her secretly when Zhao's wife wasn't paying attention.

Tao nodded. "Okay."

She took out everyone's food and placed it on the ground at the edge of the field.

Looking at the meager cornbread and buckwheat pancakes, devoid of even a drop of oil, Cheng pouted and complained unhappily, "Sister-in-law, don't we have anything else to eat?"

Her skin became rough from eating these coarse noodles every day.

"I still have a slap in my face, do you want it or not?" Old Mrs. Zhao's voice rang out behind Cheng Shi with a stern face.

Startled, Cheng quickly put on a smiling face.

"Hehe, Mother, I was just saying it casually."

A gust of wind blew by, and the aroma of pig's trotters wafted westward along the edge of Yulan's field.

As Cheng was munching on her cornbread, she suddenly smelled the aroma of meat. A thought struck her, and she glanced at the others.

"Can you smell anything?" Cheng muttered softly.

Zhao Xiaocao looked at He Tiantian expressionlessly and said numbly, "Do I still need to smell it? I saw it all, my second aunt's family is eating pig's trotters."

All seven men of the Zhao family turned their eyes toward He Tiantian not far away, and even Old Lady Zhao couldn't help but glance at her.

What does that pig's trotter taste like? It smells so good...

Several people were so engrossed in watching that they couldn't help but drool.

"Let's go find the village head. Let's ask him what he really means. Why won't he give such a lucrative job to our Zhao family?" At Old Lady Zhao's command, Cheng's eyes lit up.

“Mother, you’re right! Look at all the families in our village doing this kind of work. My embroidery skills are just as good, so why shouldn’t it be my turn!” Cheng threw down the cornbread in her hand, looking quite aggressive.

The Zhao family was also sitting on the edge of the field eating when they saw Old Lady Zhao and Madam Cheng approaching with gloomy expressions. Zhao put down the bowl of water he was drinking from.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Old Mrs. Zhao didn't stand on ceremony; she was older than the village head, Zhao. According to seniority, the village head should call her "sister-in-law."

"Heh, what happened?" Old Mrs. Zhao snorted coldly. "I'm not saying this to be mean, but you're a really incompetent village head. Why is it that so many families in the village have cross-stitch embroidery, but my old Zhao family doesn't?"

"Could it be that you, the village head, have a problem with my Zhao family? Is that why you don't want to include me in this lucrative job?"

[Author's Note]: My darlings, the recommendations will be released at 6 PM today. This week's selection is ancient romance novels. Thank you for your support! Please cast your votes and leave comments during the recommendation period! Thank you!