Lin Rui filled all the water output from the house's water pipe today into this puddle, so in the next five days, no one would have to worry about water sources, they just had to hurry on.
There was still a tall hill to climb, and the full load of gear was all heavy. Fortunately, the two blue oxen he bought in Longting Town were very strong and followed them over the mountains and hills to get here without complaint.
Although the big blue ox of Laolizheng's family is a little old, it has survived the entire journey.
"Oh, I found water!"
"There's so much water! I finally found the right place this time!"
The aunts who were weaving straw sandals in the rest area were all in high spirits. They ran over with shining eyes, looking at the bottles of water, some turbid and some clear, and smiled until their eyes became slits.
Lin Rui carried two buckets of five liters of water on each side, and Sanliang tied four buckets on his back with vines. He also held two buckets in each hand. His main strength was the supernatural power of a god. If there weren't so many people going, he could have carried dozens more kilograms. He was extremely strong.
After a short walk, Lin Rui returned calmly, his heart racing and his breath pounding, just like walking normally. He insisted on carrying the water to the rest area, where his mother and sister-in-law took the water. They sat down under a tree, gasping for breath, their head, body, and back covered in sweat, exhausted and unable to lift a finger.
Although he still looks very weak, he has increased his exercise a lot since fleeing the famine, and the physical weakness caused by modern people's lack of love for outdoor sports is getting farther and farther away from him.
Lin Daiyu often walked dozens of kilometers a day, and she had to train herself to become a strong Barbie.
A group of men, women, young and old, whose hair looked like it had been chewed by dogs, looked at the water they had found with happy smiles on their faces. They carefully put the barreled water on the carts or ox carts, leaving only the turbid yellow muddy water in the water bags, which they carefully filtered, then boiled over a fire and drank.
Drinking boiling water on a hot day, you don’t know whether you are drinking more water or sweating more.
Everyone was happy after finding the water source. Besides, tomorrow would be a steep uphill road, and they would not be able to walk up without eating enough and having no strength. It would be just like Lin Zicheng, whose legs were so weak.
Lin Rui suggested: "Tomorrow we have a tough battle to fight. If we can reach the top of the mountain in one go, we will feel more relaxed when we go downhill. So everyone should eat their fill today. Don't just drink porridge and eat wild vegetables. Without food and meat, no one will feel energetic."
"If you want to save money, you have to go over the mountain and get to the plains. It won't cost you one or two meals."
Lin Zikun, Lin Zicheng, Lin Zijun and other younger generations were the first to raise their arms in support of Lin Rui's decision: "The clan leader is right, the horse must be well fed. How can you let it run without letting it eat grass?"
"Eat, eat, eat, Mom and Dad. Let's just indulge for one night. Tomorrow we'll be exhausted and tired!"
"Eat, eat, eat! The chief is right, we all listen to him."
The patriarch has spoken, the men in the family have spoken, and the women have to do it no matter how unwilling they are.
On Lin Rui's side, Feng Zhenniang was busy cooking with her son and two daughters. Lin Rui was holding Qingqing in his arms. The little girl's skin had been tanned from its fair skin at birth because of the long journey with them to escape famine, and the sun was high and the light was strong. She looked much stronger.
Lin Rui teased Qingqing in his arms: "Girl, your name is so good that even your uncle suspects it was chosen wrong. How come it's sunny the day after tomorrow just because you call it Qingqing?"
Lin Zikun passed by and heard this and couldn't help laughing: "Chief, why don't you change her name to Xiaoyu and see if it's really that magical."
Lin Rui rolled his eyes at him and said, "Superstition is a bad idea. My daughter's name, Qingqing, is very nice. I won't change it no matter what."
A simple wooden frame was built, and underneath was a fire ignited by piled firewood. The fire was very strong, and an iron pot was carefully fixed on the top with the same wooden frame. Five or six kilograms of rice were poured into the big iron pot. I decided to eat dry rice today.
The blazing fire enveloped the entire iron pot, and soon steam began to rise from the gap between the iron pot and the lid.
"Mom, put more in. I told you that we have physical work tomorrow!" Lin Rui reminded his mother who was taking the pickled meat from the pickling jar that the rice must have enough oil and water to eat well, otherwise there would be only more than a dozen slices of pickled meat in such a pot of rice, and the oil and water would not reach the bottom of the pot.
Since the pot is already cooked, why not mix some meat and vegetables? He then said, "Mom, cut more pickled vegetables and sprinkle them in. Cut more bacon and salted chicken and salted duck as well."
Every time he said something, Feng Zhenniang's anger grew a little higher. After repeated attempts, Feng Zhenniang finally lost her patience. When Lin Rui tried to force her to add two eggs, she exploded, threw down the spatula, and cursed, "Eat, eat, eat! I might as well cook all the food we have at home for you tonight. You can't live like this anymore, and you won't live tomorrow. After this meal, let the whole family die."
The food might have really touched her sore spot, and she even scolded her youngest son, whom she always loved.
Mrs. Lu tried to smooth things over: "Mother, look at what you said. Rui'er is worried that you'll be hungry. Every time you give bacon and pickled meat to Dad and Mu Tou, Rui'er sees it clearly and feels bad. Isn't this just to get more so that you can have something good for me?"
Feng Zhenniang felt relieved after hearing this. She looked at Big Tail Wolf's youngest son with less anger, but she still grumbled, "With his ability, he doesn't even consider the time. He doesn't know what the situation will be like once he leaves the mountain."
Despite the scolding, all the bacon and pickled meat that needed to be cut was thrown into the rice pot. When they were fully cooked, Feng Zhenniang used a spatula to stir the meat and vegetables in the pot so that the oil and water in them could be more evenly distributed on every grain of rice.
Don't underestimate the rice with oil beads this night. It is like delicacies from mountains and seas when you are fleeing from famine, and you can't eat it easily.
If Lin Rui hadn't given the strict order today, not every household might be able to eat it.
He ate a bowl of black rice mixed with wild vegetables with relish. How could the modern picky eating problem not be cured in the ancient times when people were short of food and drink?
Do you think the bacon is too salty, the pickled vegetables are too bland, or the pickled meat is too oily? Then just don't eat it and see if anyone can indulge you.
Take Lin Rui, who is eating happily with the bowl in his hands, for example. If he dares to be picky about food, his mother will be the first to starve him to death. She has spoiled him!
Today, the god of luck finally favored Zhang Dacui's family. The two brothers Lin Ziyang and Lin Zicheng found a pheasant sitting on its nest on the way back from fetching water. They brought back the chicken and eggs together, so the family can have an extra meal today.
Now everyone is finding water and using it together, but there is no food yet. It is not to the point of eating from a big pot, so naturally we cannot ask Zhang Dacui's family to share the pheasant and eggs.
The aroma of roast chicken was everywhere, making the bacon everyone was eating seem less fragrant.
Sanliang squatted beside Lin Rui and ate his meal, sniffing the aroma in the air with big mouthfuls, muttering, "Fragrant, really fragrant!"
Ever since Sanliang followed Lin Rui, he developed a habit of not staying more than three steps away from his master unless Lin Rui specifically instructed him to do so.
Lin Rui nodded and took a bite of the rice. It was indeed delicious!
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