Chapter 9 First time going up the mountain

The meat buns are cut evenly, with meat in every piece.

They were reluctant to swallow it all in one gulp.

Suddenly, a head popped out of the kitchen and looked at them.

It was Zhu Yingqiu who was holding the spatula.

"Mother, look, these children have such a good relationship. You can't find another family like them in the whole village. Eight children, which one is unfilial? Fubao knows how to share meat buns when he is only three years old. If it were someone else, they would probably fight for it."

"Yes, poverty is not a problem. As long as the family is harmonious and happy, why should we worry about having a bad life?" Zhang Jinlan felt her hands become stronger as she kneaded the dough.

Today's dinner is still stir-fried sprouts and brown rice porridge.

In front of Jiang Fubao was a plate of noodles made of coarse flour, with a few drops of oil coming out of it.

It should be pork fat.

Just a small bowl.

Jiang Fubao picked up the chopsticks and slurped up a piece of noodle. It was not chewy at all. The flour was ground very coarsely and it was a little irritating to the throat, but it was much better than brown rice. With a little bit of pork fat, the taste was quite good.

After dinner, the Jiang family, who were supposed to go out for a walk, went to bed early.

It was pitch black outside the window, with the sky full of stars. The sound of breathing beside her ears gradually became deeper. Jiang Fubao quietly climbed down from the bed, opened the door, looked back, and saw her two brothers lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.

Night is the best time to do bad things, but Jiang Fubao wants to do good things.

She took the chair, went to the kitchen and opened the rice jar.

The pot was mostly filled with brown rice.

She thought the seven or eight kilograms of millet left in the space would still be there, but after replenishing the goods, there were still fifteen kilograms.

Therefore, if you don’t use up the items on that day, they will be refreshed the next day.

After understanding the rules, Jiang Fubao poured all the 15 kilograms of millet that had just been restocked in the space into the warehouse.

Then she used a spatula to stir the brown rice, then covered the pot with the lid and climbed down from the chair.

Then she found a flour jar and poured some white flour into it, mixing it evenly. The color became much lighter.

There were still a lot of good things in her space, but she didn't dare take them all out.

First, it is too conspicuous and the source is unclear.

The second reason is superstition in ancient times. If a lot of things appeared out of nowhere in the house, the Jiang family would definitely suspect that there was a ghost in the house. If the house was disturbed, the whole family would be in trouble.

When he first came here, Jiang Fubao didn't dare to take any risks.

Take your time.

After doing this, she tiptoed back to the house and went back to sleep.

early morning.

A scream came from the Jiang family's kitchen.

"Mom, look, there are small yellow grains in the newly bought brown rice. What are these?" Zhu Yingqiu was standing next to the rice jar, holding a handful of brown rice, with confusion in her eyes.

"I haven't seen it before. It might be the brown rice grown in the north. It's different from ours."

Zhang Jinlan shook her head. She had never seen this kind of brown rice in her life.

"Whatever it is, as long as it tastes good, this morning's brown rice porridge is the same as yesterday's, sticky and a little sweet."

Sun Pingmei held the bowl and slurped the brown rice porridge.

The food was so delicious.

She has a carefree personality and never takes anything to heart.

To her, as long as she can fill her stomach, she doesn't care even if the sky falls.

The voices reached Jiang Fubao's room.

She rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed.

First put on your clothes, then put on your shoes and leave the room.

"Fubao, are you up? Come and wash up and have breakfast." Zhang Yanzi saw her first, after all, she was her biological daughter.

Mother and daughter are connected by heart.

"Oh." Jiang Fubao reacted after he had finished speaking.

Her tone just now was too mature.

So she hurried to find a replacement.

"Mom, what should I eat this morning? I'm hungry."

Zhang Yanzi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and answered her: "Eat brown rice porridge, just like yesterday. Are you sleepy, kid? Come and wash up. Mother has boiled hot water for you."

Jiang Fubao breathed a sigh of relief.

Being a kid is exhausting.

Be careful with everything you say and do.

After she finished her breakfast, Zhang Jinlan prepared to take her three daughters-in-law to the mountain to dig sprouts.

She held a sickle in her hand, Zhu Yingqiu carried a bamboo basket on her back, and Sun Pingmei and Zhang Yanzi each carried a bamboo basket.

Several people stood at the door.

"Xiaoji and Xiaoxiang, you three cousins ​​have gone to work in the fields with your grandfather. Grandma wants to tell you two one thing: take good care of Fubao. You can play in the yard and are not allowed to go out. Do you understand?"

There are only three children in the family.

If her granddaughter hadn't fallen into the water two days ago, she would have been very relieved.

There are no strangers in the village, so the child cannot be lost.

"Grandma, I want to go too." Jiang Fubao really didn't want to stay at home. She trotted to Zhang Jinlan, grabbed the corner of her clothes and shook it, looking a little pitiful.

Always playing some childish games with these two little brats.

Too boring.

She wanted to go for a walk in the mountains.

Maybe I can find a reason to take out the fruits, eggs and other things in the space.

"Fubao, stop making trouble. There is no place for you to go in the mountains. Besides, your mother, your grandmother, and your two aunts are busy digging wild vegetables. They don't have time to take care of you. Be obedient and just play with your brothers at home."

Before grandma could say anything, mother refused.

Jiang Fubao knew that she had to use her trump card.

"Grandma, good grandma, Fubao wants to go. The best grandma in the world, can you take Fubao to the mountain? Grandma, please~" Jiang Fubao knew that filial piety was the most important thing in ancient times.

As long as grandma speaks, it will be useless even if mom disagrees.

really.

The granddaughter is acting coquettishly.

Zhang Jinlan simply couldn't bear it.

She put the sickle in her hand into the basket of her eldest daughter-in-law.

Then he picked up his granddaughter and said to his daughter-in-law, "If Fubao wants to go, go ahead. There aren't many young sprouts now anyway. I'll take her around the mountains for fun."

"Oh, mother, you always get used to her. This is not good." There was no blame in Zhang Yanzi's tone.

She was just afraid that her daughter would get used to this trick.

When he grows up, he has a bad temper and suffers losses easily.

"What's wrong with that? Fubao is only three years old. If she wants to go, just take her. Why bother with the child? Xiaoji and Xiaoxiang, you two stay at home and watch the door. Don't run around. We won't be back until noon."

After Zhang Jinlan finished explaining, she went out first, carrying her granddaughter.

The three daughters-in-law followed her.

The Jiang family's door was open.

It doesn't matter.

Every family in the village is equally poor, and there are absolutely no thieves.

After all, the thief never leaves empty-handed.

The Jiang family's house is located at the end of the village, close to the mountain. After walking a few steps, you will reach the foot of the mountain, where there is a small path leading into the mountain.

Everyone in the village takes this road to go up the mountain.

"Sister-in-law Jiang, are you going up the mountain to dig sprouts? Why did you bring the baby with you? Is it convenient for you to do the work?" After walking for a quarter of an hour, I met my next-door neighbor, Ma Chunxia.

She is one year younger than Zhang Jinlan.

Because they were from the same clan as her husband's family, she always affectionately called Zhang Jinlan "sister-in-law".

"The three daughters-in-law are enough to dig, and I will take Fubao for a walk in the mountains." Zhang Jinlan answered truthfully.

She lived close to Ma Chunxia and they often visited each other.

The relationship is pretty good.

The two chatted as they walked into the mountains.