The most valuable thing in the house is food, so of course it should be stored in the innermost part for peace of mind.
Then he scooped out half a ladle of millet, a ladle of wheat flour, and three scoops of cornmeal.
Wash the millet and put it in a pot to cook into millet porridge. It will be golden and shiny with a layer of rice oil on top. This layer of rice oil is a good thing and very nutritious.
Flatbreads made of cornmeal and wheat flour are stuck to the side of the pot.
In another iron pot, a bowl of chili peppers was first stir-fried with the chopped smoked meat.
I stir-fried another pot of edamame and loofah.
A plate of eggplant.
I made a cold cucumber salad.
The first meal in the new home began with plenty of food and clothing.
Since the Hong family didn't have a woman to cook, they opted for a one-pot stew.
A small piece of smoked meat, diced and mixed with various vegetables, then a bowl of rice is added and stewed to make a pot of rice and vegetables.
Although it wasn't particularly delicious, it wasn't bad either, and since it had meat and rice, the three of them were quite satisfied with their meal.
Hong Daniu looked at his two sons, who were engrossed in eating, and thought that once things settled down, he would ask his employer to help them find a husband.
Otherwise, the two of them would have to eat the terrible food he made. In the past, his cooking wasn't bad, but now he felt like he was wasting food!
Meat and rice, and he cooked them so badly, isn't that a waste?
He sighed, thinking that Master Bai was convinced that he had saved him and insisted on giving him a hundred taels of silver as a token of gratitude. Now, this money would be just right for Mancang Manku. He estimated that there would be some left over after arranging a marriage, and the rest could be saved for emergencies.
The four families had different ideas, yet they all arrived at the same goal through different paths.
Everyone is imagining how they will live their lives in the future, and making plans for what's to come.
The men on one side finished building their houses and moved out, while the walls of Shanshui Village on the other side were all repaired.
Unlike their own low walls, the walls surrounding the entire village were one meter higher than the originally stipulated two meters, reaching a full three meters in height.
The adobe bricks were thick and had many splinters on the outside and top, making it easy to get pricked even by getting close, let alone climbing them.
A window, about half the size of a mud brick, was opened a little over a meter high in the wall, spaced one or two meters apart, so that it would be easy to check what was happening outside at any time.
The walled area is large, and the village is completely unrestricted and spacious. Once the front and back gates are closed, the entire village is like an impregnable fortress, making the residents feel extremely safe.
When the wall was built, all the trees and weeds along the route were cleared away. Now the village patrol team only needs to patrol around the wall once. It is clean and tidy and convenient to walk around. What used to take one patrol can now be done twice.
Yes, the village's patrol team has never stopped, and in fact, it has become increasingly organized.
After Shuiqing delivered fifty broadswords, the old village chief distributed them, and almost every household received one, except for a few families. Some households even had two.
When the patrolmen arrived, they would bring their large knives and patrol around the perimeter of the wall.
Nowadays, not only teenagers enjoy the job of patrolling, but even men are quite enthusiastic about it.
The Fan family and the Zhang family always felt inferior whenever they carried wooden sticks.
Zhang Xiaogou harbored a lot of resentment towards his sister Zhang Chunhua. He was originally very happy to be selected as a patrolman, feeling that he had integrated into the village and could make a contribution to it.
The section of the wall allocated to his family this time wasn't long to begin with, and he was working hard. But instead of arguing with his father, his sister went to argue with the old village chief. Now look what happened, he's lost both face and dignity.
Fan Sanzhu and his group felt uneasy without knives in their hands.
If refugees really break in, wouldn't they be the most vulnerable as they are unarmed?
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