"call!"
The palm-leaf fan in Yan Bugui's hand stopped, as if it suddenly became a thousand pounds heavier: "What are you talking about? Three wild boars, seven hundred pounds of fish, and twenty-nine pheasants?"
"In fact, I didn't do it alone. Many villagers helped. I gave a wild boar and ten pheasants to the villagers. There were 1,500 kilograms of fish in total, 800 kilograms of which were given to the villagers. I got 700 kilograms, not much..."
Haha, it’s drizzling!
At this moment, Zeng Wangcai was in a very happy mood, so happy that he couldn't express it in words. Now my family has everything we need, who would dare to doubt it?
Yan Bugui was jealous, really jealous, and his tone unconsciously became higher: "Isn't this enough? How much is too much? Can your family finish it..."
He wished he could kowtow and become a disciple to learn skills. Forget hunting, he would learn fishing. Seven hundred kilograms, fifteen hundred kilograms, the weight kept increasing.
The tranquility of the courtyard at night was broken by Yan Bugui's cry of jealousy to the core.
The neighbors in the yard were not jealous at all. Zeng Wangcai didn't care what they said and slept soundly with Lin Huyang all night.
Of course, sleeping with the emperor was just a joke. The two of them moved a bamboo bed out and slept on it in the yard all night.
Early in the morning, Zeng Wangcai drowsily heard his mother get up and prepare to light the stove to make breakfast. He touched his body and found a pillowcase on his stomach, as did Lin Huyang next to him.
This was what Chen Yumei got last night when she saw her son going into the house alone naked. No matter how hot the weather is, people must cover their belly buttons when sleeping. This is a tradition deeply ingrained in the Chinese people.
"Mom, what time is it? It's too early!" Zeng Wangcai rubbed his eyes and sat up. Lin Huyang was still sleeping soundly. Suddenly, he didn't care and set up the small tent.
"It's getting late. It will be too late to cook any later." Chen Yumei found some dry bark firewood.
There are many sycamore trees planted in the old city, or in many places. The bark of this tree will shed dry and can be used to light the stove.
Because the Zeng family has no shortage of food now, Chen Yumei has to make dry food in the morning, which takes a lot more time than making porridge.
Zeng Wangcai yawned and snatched the tool from my mother's hand: "Don't do it, I'll go out to buy some buns, you can just make some porridge, our family can afford it now."
Going to buy buns for breakfast early in the morning is a common behavior in later generations but it is unusual now. Not to mention the Siheyuan, there are not many such buns even in the entire Nanluoguxiang.
"This kid is so extravagant that even a mountain of gold and silver will eventually run out of money," Chen Yumei muttered. "Do you think our family is bannermen? Even if we are bannermen, go and look at those uncles who wander around the alleys all day long and eat on credit. Which one of them has any decent things in their homes?"
This statement is biased and only partially correct. Many old people and young people still have treasures at home.
Zeng Wangcai didn't argue with my mother. He went out without washing his mouth or face, wearing cloth shoes. Soon, he bought two large paper bags of buns.
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