Chapter 24 There is a golden house in the book
The sunlight on a midsummer morning is also very intense.
The villagers of Dahe Village had been exhausted for a whole day and night, and many were catching up on sleep. The village was exceptionally quiet in the early morning, and the cracked earth seemed to be yearning for a downpour.
Grandma Zhao was cooking wild vegetable porridge in the yard and also pan-frying twelve buckwheat pancakes with dried radish and dried green beans inside. Each bite was fragrant. Eating such a meal in the morning would give you energy for the whole day's work.
"Grandma!"
Zhao Sidan's clear and soft voice rang out at the entrance of the courtyard.
Grandma Zhao looked up and saw the little guy walk in carrying a steaming bowl, which he then shoved directly into her hands.
"My mother asked me to bring it."
He was about to run away after he finished speaking.
The old lady could tell at a glance that it was rabbit meat. Yesterday, the villagers were saying that the eldest daughter-in-law was lucky. Everyone else was busy, but she was the only one resting, and she still managed to find a big, fat rabbit.
Look at this rabbit meat, it's all oil. How much good food did it eat to get so fat?
A big bowl of rabbit soup, with some bamboo shoots added, smelled incredibly delicious; I wanted to drink it all in one go.
However, the old lady was never one to eat alone. She casually poured a bowl of rabbit soup into the pot of wild vegetable porridge, and then called out to Zhao Sidan, who was about to run away: "You stand here and wait a while."
As I walked in, I saw Sun Shi getting up. The old lady casually said, "Third daughter-in-law, bring out ten catties of jade bamboo shoots."
Sun glanced at Zhao Sidan, who was waiting outside, and instantly understood that the ten catties of jade bamboo shoots must be sent to the eldest son's family.
Yesterday, everyone was busy, and only my sister-in-law was sitting on the side resting. She thought my sister-in-law looked down on the bamboo shoots in the muddy field, but she didn't expect her to be waiting here. So she was thinking of asking the old house for food, right?
Sun went to get the jade bamboo shoots, feeling indignant.
The old lady took the bamboo shoots, picked them up, and handed them to Zhao Sidan. She wanted to give him a few more words of advice, but Zhao Sidan picked up the bamboo basket, turned around, and quickly slipped away.
"This child..."
The old lady shook her head with a wry smile.
Looking at it this way, Si Dan seems to be more lively and clever than before, and he also looks much cleaner.
After sweeping the floor, Mrs. Sun couldn't suppress her anger. Finally, she couldn't help but mutter, "If you wanted to eat jade bamboo shoots, you should have dug them properly yesterday. Ten pounds of jade bamboo shoots could have been dug up in no time. Why did you have to come to the old house to ask for them..."
Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Zhao frowned.
This third daughter-in-law is getting more and more outrageous. She didn't even settle the score for the Sun family secretly going up the mountain to dig for jade shoots the other night, and she actually dared to accuse her, her mother-in-law, of favoring the eldest son's family...
Just as the old lady was about to speak, Zhao Erwang exclaimed from the side, "Grandma, the wild vegetable porridge smells so good today..."
Zhao Chunhua's eyes widened: "Look, there seems to be meat in the pot!"
Grandma Zhao smiled and said, "Your aunt just had Si Dan deliver this!"
"Auntie is so kind!" Zhao Dawang exclaimed, drooling. "This must be that big, fat rabbit from yesterday!"
"Your aunt sent a bowl of rabbit meat, and I asked Sidan to take ten catties of bamboo shoots back with her." As the old lady said this, she glanced at Sun, who was standing to the side. "Dawang, do you think ten catties of bamboo shoots is too much?"
Zhao Dawang shook his head vigorously: "If anyone gives me a bite of meat, I'll give them twenty catties of bamboo shoots!"
Sun knew that the old lady had asked this question on purpose, and she felt so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground.
A large bowl of steaming hot rabbit soup was served.
The family of six sat down at the wooden table.
Drinking a bowl of rabbit soup on a summer morning can invigorate your energy and relieve the heat. The rabbit meat is stewed for several hours until it is tender and falls off the bone, with a succulent texture and a fresh and fragrant aroma that fills your mouth. The bamboo shoots are stewed until they are soft and powdery, and with one bite, you wish you could swallow your tongue.
Pick up a wild vegetable pancake, soak it in rabbit meat broth, and take a bite—it's simply one of life's greatest pleasures.
After breakfast, the six of them leaned back in their chairs and sighed. Life was just too comfortable; they wished they could lie there forever.
"Is Auntie Mountain there?"
Aunt Wang's voice rang out at the courtyard gate, and Cheng Wanwan got up to greet her.
Aunt Wang was carrying a bamboo basket with two long bamboo shoots inside. She stuffed the basket into Cheng Wanwan's hands and said, "You gave our family three or four catties of chestnuts the other day. This is to return the favor to you."
Cheng Wanwan pushed the basket back: "The barley worked for our family all day, which is more than enough to compensate for those chestnuts."
"The barley ate two meals at your house, so it's no big deal that it worked all day!" Aunt Wang said, looking a little uncomfortable. "I've left the things in the yard; take them or leave them!"
She threw the two jade bamboo shoots on the ground, picked up the bamboo basket, and left.
Cheng Wanwan reluctantly picked up the jade bamboo shoot. Although Aunt Wang had a stern face from beginning to end, she had to admit that Aunt Wang was someone she could get to know well.
She walked into the house and looked at the four children who were about to leave, saying, "Aren't you tired after working all day yesterday? Take a rest."
Zhao Dashan, carrying a hoe, said, "Mother, I'm not tired. I'll go down to the fields and check on things, and pull some weeds."
“The rice is almost dried up, weeding won’t make much difference.” Cheng Wanwan took the hoe off his shoulder. “Listen to me, everyone get some sleep first, we can talk about it this afternoon.”
These four children are all in their growth period. They were tired after a long day and didn't sleep well at night, which affected their development.
As soon as she spoke, the four boys dared not disobey anymore and obediently climbed into bed to rest.
Wu Huiniang sat under the big tree in the yard, mending clothes for her family of six in the bright sunlight. The clothes were getting worn out more and more, and she had to mend them almost every day, patching patches on top of patches. It was long since impossible to tell what the clothes were originally like.
Cheng Wanwan sat in the main room, resting her chin on her hand, pondering the matter of groundwater.
She tried hard to recall the geography knowledge she had learned to find the precise location of the groundwater, as if she needed professional instruments for surveying.
She opened the online store and searched for surveying instruments. Damn it, she recognized them immediately—they were things she couldn't afford.
Since such things didn't exist in ancient times, how did people in ancient times find water sources?
Cheng Wanwan searched for a long time, but there were no similar books in the mall.
Finally, I saw a book, which turned out to be a historical document about groundwater extraction, priced at thirty copper coins.
Without saying a word, she bought the book.
She took the book, went around to a secluded spot in the backyard, and began to read earnestly.
As the saying goes, "There are beauties in books, and there are houses of gold in books." After reading for more than an hour, Cheng Wanwan finally found a relatively simple way to perform the operation.
However, what the book says may not be correct; she must try it out herself to know.
She stood up, hid the book under the eaves, and went to the front yard. Zhao Dashan was already up and chopping wood.
After he finished chopping a piece of firewood, he would glance at Wu Huiniang sitting under the tree. Wu Huiniang's watery eyes would quietly look at him. The two would exchange a glance and then quickly look away, with sweet pink bubbles floating in the air.
Cheng Wanwan covered her eyes.
An older single woman refuses to eat dog food (a slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
"mother……"
When Wu Huiniang saw her standing to the side, she blushed with embarrassment.
Cheng Wanwan coughed and said, "Hey, Dashan, come over here and help me identify this plant."
She picked up a twig and drew a blade of grass on the ground, mainly drawing the shape of the grass's leaves.
Zhao Dashan recognized it at a glance: "This is Qi Ai (Artemisia argyi), there's plenty behind the house."
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