Chapter 19 Clay Pot Porridge
No wonder this man is so fearless. It turns out that he is relying on his exclusive business and others dare not interfere.
When the brokers heard that they wanted to buy the Qian family's house, they quoted prices of 50,000 or 100,000 taels, with no intention of making a deal at all.
Even the richest local tycoon would not be willing to pay this price.
Sang Yongnian's expression was grim, but the smile on Sun Xing's face grew even more intense. Now he could seriously discuss the price with him.
After a heated argument, the two men finally agreed on the price of the house - two thousand taels of silver.
This price was a whole generation higher than Sang Yongnian had expected, and he really felt it was a waste of money to spend so much.
During the process, he asked Sang Yongfeng for his opinion. Otherwise, they should not buy this house, but buy some smaller courtyards to live in separately. It would cost no more than 500 taels, and they could move to a bigger house when they had money in the future.
But how could Sang Yongfeng be willing to do so? He valued his reputation the most. Even though he was now exiled to Lingnan, he had to maintain the image of the Sang family as a wealthy and noble family. He was determined to buy the Qian house.
After signing the contract and handing over the silver bills and land deeds, the plaque hanging on the gate of Qian's house was also replaced, and two large characters of "Sang's House" in a flamboyant style were hung on it.
Sang Yongfeng also sent invitations to officials and wealthy people in the city, inviting them to attend the housewarming party, which was very lively for a while.
The bustle of the city cannot be felt at all outside the city.
After repairing the four walls, Sang Yu's family finally had a place to live that was barely sheltered from the wind.
After washing off the mud on their bodies, the family sat together in the shed.
Listening to the "gurgling" sound of rice boiling in the clay pot, my nose was filled with the aroma of rice and my saliva almost flowed down.
Sang Xinghao swallowed his saliva and looked at Sang Yu pitifully: "Sister, when can we eat?"
He had been greedy for too long. Children are greedy by nature, and they always eat dry and moldy flatbreads on the road. Now, even if it was just a pot of rice porridge, he couldn't help licking his lips.
Seeing his greedy look, Sang Yu shook her head in amusement: "We have to wait a little longer."
The rice that Sang Yongjing had received before was specifically for sowing and had not been husked. She tried to peel a few grains before putting them into the pot, but the process was too slow and difficult, so she simply cooked them with the shells on.
Rice with husks is not inedible. In many places, rice bran mixed with water is used as feed for pigs or chickens.
The so-called bran is the shell removed from rice. It can be eaten by poultry and humans, but the taste of rice with shell is far less delicious than that of rice without shell.
In fact, if Sang Yu wants to find it, he can still find a lot of edible wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains and forests.
However, firstly, it was too late to enter the forest today, and secondly, I had eaten too light a meal before, and my stomach would not be able to handle eating oily food rashly.
Finally, Sang Yu decided to have porridge tonight. He cooked it a little longer so that the rice husk outside the rice would be cooked into a pulp, and it would not taste so bad.
The lid of the earthenware jar was pushed against the body of the jar by the steam inside, making a series of crisp sounds.
Estimating that the time was about right, Sang Yu wrapped his fingers with his sleeves and slowly opened the lid.
A scent of rice with a hint of grass and wood spread out, and everyone around instantly focused their attention on the earthen jar, staring intently.
The rice in the husk in the clay pot had been cooked for a long time, and the husk had been broken by the rice inside, leaving a thin layer of rice husk floating on the surface of the porridge.
Sang Yu used a spoon to stir the thick rice porridge in the pot evenly. Just as he was about to reach out to take the bowl, a clean empty bowl was handed to him.
It was quite easy. She filled bowl after bowl of rice porridge, and each bowl was full.
After all six bowls were filled, there was still half a pot left in the earthenware jar. She cooked more because she was afraid that everyone would not have enough to eat.
The first bowl was respectfully served to Mrs. Shi by Sang Yongjing.
He put the bowl aside to cool, with a hint of guilt on his face: "Mom, I'm sorry for making you suffer by following us."
Old Madam Shi glared at him with some displeasure: "Why do you feel wronged? Can anything be more miserable than being exiled?"
She can live a good life with the first wife, but if she wants to live a comfortable life, she has to live with the fourth wife.
Six people sat together, each holding a bowl of thick porridge and drinking it slowly.
Sang Xinghao couldn't wait any longer and took a big gulp, and was immediately burned to tears.
He just said it was hot, but he couldn't bear to spit out the porridge in his mouth. He kept holding it in his mouth and moving it around. He didn't wait until the temperature dropped and he swallowed it before sticking out his tongue and shouting "It's hot."
"Hiss, it's so hot, so hot!"
Xie Qiujin put down the bowl in his hand and asked him to stick out his tongue for observation.
Seeing that the surface of his tongue was slightly white from being burned, I felt both distressed and amused, and gently tapped his forehead with my finger.
"You, you, why don't you spit it out quickly? Fortunately, you didn't get burned."
Sang Xinghao just kept smiling foolishly, this porridge was really delicious.
As the sky grew darker, the family, after having eaten and drunk their fill, simply washed up and prepared to rest in the shed.
Sang Yu told them while they were eating that they had to go to the mountains to look for food tomorrow, so they should rest and recover their strength as soon as possible.
Eating grains all the time is not a long-term solution. We have to find other things that can be used as staple food as soon as possible.
And Sang Yu, a hardcore food blogger, is particularly good at this.
She has extensive experience in outdoor life and once lived alone in the forest for two months just to pick and cook food when it was at its best.
There are obviously not many people like Sang Yu who have rich experience in living in the wild.
At the Sang residence in Lingnan City, the Sang family, who had been eating coarse flour cakes along the way, had been craving meat for a long time. Now that they had settled down, they immediately started to eat a lot.
As a result, the next day they all held their stomachs and wailed, and even Sang Yongfeng had big dark circles under his eyes.
Last night he invited all the powerful and wealthy people in the city to a banquet at Sang's house, where they drank wine and ate meat and toasted each other, making it a very lively occasion.
As a result, he met with disaster in the middle of the night and kept running to the toilet. He asked a doctor to come and treat him at night.
In addition, after traveling all the way, many people kept moving forward with all their might, thinking that they could rest once they reached Lingnan.
Overnight, most of the hundred or so people in the Sang family fell ill.
Sang Yongnian, who was placed high hopes on by everyone and was expected to rely on him to rebuild his business, caught a cold and was in a coma longer than he was awake.
The commotion in the city had nothing to do with the outside world. Early the next morning, even though there was no noisy sound around him, Sang Yu still woke up on time out of habit.
Looking at the whitening sky in the distance, Sang Yu began to doubt his life for the first time.
It was terrifying that she, a person who loved to sleep in, would wake up naturally before the sun rose one day.
After sitting there in a daze for a long time, she reluctantly got up and washed up.
It is said to be washing, but in fact it is just simply wiping your face with water and then rinsing your mouth.
Their living conditions are so poor now that they don’t even have a towel to wipe their face.
Letting the remaining water droplets on his face dry on their own, Sang Yu walked to the extinguished fire and used a wooden stick to push the burnt ashes aside.
Then he rearranged the firewood, lit the hay with a tinder, and stuffed the hay into the gaps between the firewood piles.
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