The three children shouted excitedly when they heard there was meat to eat.
Song Fanxing remembered that she still had a lot of hazel mushrooms and black fungus in her space, so she took some out.
Fang Jie was scooping boiling water into a large wooden basin when her daughter came in carrying a burlap sack in each hand.
"Mom, can you add some hazel mushrooms to the meat? I also have some black fungus here, how about making a cold black fungus salad?"
Fang Jie couldn't possibly say no, "Okay, if Xingxing wants to eat it, Mom will make it."
He then took the two burlap sacks, opened them, grabbed two handfuls of dried hazel mushrooms and put them in a porcelain basin, then scooped in a ladle of water to soak them. He also grabbed a handful of black fungus and put it in another porcelain basin, then scooped in a ladle of water to soak it as well.
Soon, the rooster was cleaned, chopped into small pieces, stir-fried in a pot, and then simmered over low heat with water and a lid on.
The rich aroma wafted everywhere.
Song Fanxing unconsciously swallowed.
Song Yaohua squatted at the entrance of the kitchen, his mouth watering.
As Song Yaohui passed firewood into the stove, he kept glancing into the pot.
When it was almost done stewing, Fang Jie added hazel mushrooms and continued stewing.
Then I made a cold salad with the wood ear mushrooms.
Fang Jie simmered a large rooster for two whole hours before announcing that dinner was ready.
A large pot of stewed rooster with hazel mushrooms was served, and the family couldn't wait to dig in.
Fang Jie hadn't had meat in a long time and was craving it.
Fang Jie placed two chicken drumsticks into Song Fanxing's bowl.
He said to Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua, "The chicken leg is for our little sister, you two don't mind, right?"
The two brothers gnawed on the meat while shaking their heads like rattles.
They had no objections whatsoever. Thanks to their sister, they were able to eat meat, and the best chicken leg should naturally be given to her.
Even without Mom saying anything, they would definitely give the best parts of anything delicious to their little sister. Chicken drumsticks for her, meat around the fish eyes for her... They wanted to give her everything good.
Fang Jie was very satisfied with her two sons' answers.
Chao Song Fanxing smiled and said, "Eat quickly, it's best to eat it while it's hot."
Song Fanxing picked up the chicken leg and ate it, feeling embarrassed.
Wow! This chicken leg is the best she's ever eaten. It's fragrant but not dry, and the aftertaste is unforgettable.
She quickly finished the two chicken drumsticks and ate some hazel mushrooms. The hazel mushrooms soaked in chicken broth were delicious, no less so than the meat.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua gnawed on a bunch of meat bones, then ate two bowls of white rice mixed with chicken broth, burping contentedly.
Old Mrs. Song lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and sniffed.
"Who's stewing meat? It smells so good! It's making this old woman's mouth water! Why is time going by so slowly? Why isn't it my eldest daughter-in-law's turn to serve me yet?"
The Song family smelled the aroma of meat wafting from somewhere and suddenly found their corn porridge no longer appealing.
Song Haitao: "Mom, I want to eat meat."
Li Zhen: "Want to eat meat?"
"Um."
Song Haitao nodded.
"Just eat me."
"mom……"
"You still want to eat meat? We can barely even afford corn porridge anymore, and you still want meat? You're dreaming!"
"Mom, let's kill that pig in the yard, then we'll have meat to eat."
Li Zhen slapped Song Haitao across the face, stunning him.
He said, feeling wronged, "Mom, why did you hit me?"
He never expected that his mother, who had never laid a hand on him before, would hit him today. From a young age, he had always watched Song Xiaomei being beaten by her mother, and he would just stand by and watch the spectacle.
Li Zhen: "So what if I hit you? Can't I hit you? You're my child, I can hit you whenever I want. From now on, you'll eat whatever I make. If anyone dares to complain, they can get out of here. And don't even think about making demands!"
Song Haitao pouted and dared not speak.
Song Xiaomei lowered her head even further, hoping that Li Zhen would not affect her.
Song Dalong didn't dare to say a word.
Song Fanxing had accumulated a lot of eggs in her space, and she was thinking of selling them a few more times before stopping.
After what happened last time, Song Fanxing felt that it was inappropriate to raise chickens in her space and sell the eggs on the black market.
This way of making money always has hidden dangers; if the villagers see it one day, it will cause trouble.
She wanted to raise chickens and sell their eggs to the supply and marketing cooperative, which would then buy the eggs from farmers.
In this way, their money is earned legitimately, and they can use it legitimately in the future.
She knew her mother wanted to build a house, which was a considerable sum of money. If their family suddenly produced so much money, people would become suspicious.
She shared her thoughts with Fang Jie, and Fang Jie agreed with her.
“Xingxing, your older brothers will be on vacation soon. I’ll have them help me clean up the yard and build a bigger chicken coop. Then you can bring the chickens out of your space and we can raise them in the yard.”
Anyway, it's the dead of winter, and everyone stays indoors. Besides, she doesn't really hang out with the other village women, so nobody usually comes to their house.
When spring comes next year, and everyone sees their chickens, she'll say she hatched them from eggs she'd saved, and they've grown up in the blink of an eye.
Without further ado, the next day, Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua started their winter vacation and worked with Fang Jie to clean the yard. In just two days, a chicken coop was completed.
Then, the three of them witnessed firsthand that the chicken coop they had just set up suddenly had 20 more chickens.
They were so shocked that they couldn't recover for a long time.
Twenty chickens... They've never seen so many chickens before. How many eggs will they lay? How long will it take to eat all that meat?
The three of them were beaming with indescribable excitement and happiness.
Song Yaohua: "Mom, we have a chicken farm now."
Fang Jie laughed, "That's right, their family has a chicken farm. They'll make money from these chickens to build a house and live a good life."
Suddenly, the chicken coop was covered with wheat and sweet potato leaves, and a large flock of chickens scrambled to eat them. There were 20 chickens, plus the original two, for a total of 22, which was quite a sight.
Fang Jie built a nest out of straw in the chicken coop, and the chickens would lay their eggs in the nest.
When Song Guoqiang saw that two days had passed and Song Dalong's family still hadn't contacted him, he guessed that they must not have raised the money.
He went to the Song family to inform them that he was going to the town to settle accounts.
Li Zhen cried and clung to his leg, but Song Guoqiang was so frightened that he pushed her away.
"Li Zhen, what are you doing? I have a wife. You're causing a misunderstanding."
Li Zhen couldn't care less about anything else and cried, "Captain, please give us a few more days. How will our family survive if we don't get any food? We'll starve to death!"
Song Guoqiang was also in a dilemma, "I have already bought you so much time, I have done everything I could, please think of another way, don't make things difficult for me."
Li Zhen: "We have no other choice. We're about to run out of food. How are we supposed to survive?"
"I really can't do anything. Don't hold me back. I have a lot of things to take care of."
After finishing his sentence, Song Guoqiang hurriedly left the Song family home.
He was truly powerless.
Li Zhen lay on the ground crying loudly. Song Dalong helped her up, and the couple embraced and wept bitterly.
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