Shanshui Village has many mountains and waters. Shui Qing's family can't swim, let alone catch fish. Before, they could eat fresh fish because of Li Huyu. Now that Li Huyu is not here, they still have plenty of fish to eat, all thanks to the dozen or so men.
Fish is a meat dish and is very nutritious, but cooking fish requires oil, so I added a lot of oil.
When Fan Jin notified the four households to come and collect their grain, they were overjoyed. They thanked Fan Jin profusely and followed him in their carts to the main house's courtyard.
Li Dani watched as her husband pulled the cart to transport grain, and happily instructed Erni, "These days you've been eating rice and wheat flour with Madam, so don't get too picky about food. You'll also need to quickly adapt to eating the dark flour you used to eat, understand?"
They were sisters who married two brothers, which saved them from sister-in-law disputes.
Li Erni nodded obediently: "Don't worry, sister! I understand perfectly well."
"We were lucky to have rice and wheat flour available for those few days, let alone expect to have them for a long time to come? We were just glad we could have enough to eat with dark flour!"
The head of the household came back and said that the people of Baijiazhuang are now eating very little, even black face. They can barely fill their stomachs by cooking a big pot of wild vegetables and herbs, while the disaster victims outside don't even have that to eat!
How could she not be satisfied?
Other families were in the same boat, prepared to eat black flour.
Those who followed their employers and ate fine grains were fortunate to have such employers, but they were destined to eat coarse grains.
Once we start cooking at home at noon, we'll be lucky to have enough to eat every day, even if it's just black noodles.
The men who followed Fan Jin to the main house courtyard to fetch grain thought the same thing.
During the days they were delivering goods, they ate fried noodles made from wheat flour, which were so delicious!
In Baijiazhuang, they ate wild vegetables and grass porridge, which was thin, watery, and lacked oil and salt. At that time, they thought it would be good to be able to eat their fill of black noodles.
Then I remembered that the master had potatoes. Potatoes taste better than dark flour. It would be even better if the master gave them potatoes!
Jinniu and Yinniu said that their family dried a batch of potato slices in the summer, soaked them in water, stewed them, and then added a spoonful of lard when they were done cooking. It was incredibly fragrant.
They didn't have lard and dared not even think about it, but they had eaten stewed potatoes at their host's house before. If they could have stewed potatoes...
When the men saw the piles of grain in the yard and heard the host's explanation, they were stunned.
"There's rice and wheat flour? And hundreds of kilograms of it! If we eat it sparingly, it'll last us two or three years!"
No, they've never eaten hundreds of kilograms of rice or wheat flour in all their lives!
"Vegetable oil and lard?" There were still two large jars. The lady said that there were many people in their family, so they would have to eat sparingly. However, even though there were more people in their family, they only had one gourd of oil. Here, there were two large jars.
The lady also said that cooking fish requires oil, and since there was less meat, they could only make up for it with lard.
But next to the grains was a large piece of smoked meat and lots of sausages! Where was the meat missing?
Lard is a real delicacy. In the past, only the head of the village had it, but now they can eat it too, and they even have a big jar of it!
The four men looked at each other, the thought that popped into their minds: Do they deserve to eat?
With so much delicious food, don't you feel it's a waste to give it to them?
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