After seeing Aunt Jin off, Song Jinxiu looked at the meat dishes and fell into deep thought.
So, is normal communication, which I have always thought of as a luxury, considered by others?
By the way, it’s the 1950s, the era when labor is the least valuable.
I seem to be bringing the thoughts of later generations into the present.
I must be more careful in the future. Thanks to Aunt Jin for her unintentional words that woke me up.
After putting away half of the rice, Song Jinxiu took out a bag of mung beans, washed a small basin of mung beans, mixed them with rice, and had bean rice for lunch.
As for brown rice, forget it. I'm afraid of indigestion, so I'll remove the husks before eating it.
After thinking about it, I cut a few more sweet potatoes into pieces and put them on top to steam together. The sweet potatoes are sweet and delicious.
I put away half of the meat and added a few more potatoes.
This way, the quantity increased instead of decreased! The stewed potatoes filled up a small pot. The big bowl could no longer hold them, so Song Jinxiu used a pot to put them in.
I also cooked two large bowls of eggplant and two large plates of vegetables.
Soon, the two men returned with two large bundles of firewood on their backs. The firewood they had chopped was real firewood. Each piece was at least as thick as an arm.
The two of us chopped it, not to mention the younger brother. It can only be considered a son's smash.
The two washed their faces and hands in the basin and brushed off the dust on their bodies before sitting down to eat.
As for Liu Ankang, he was able to move his hands and had been reading a book there all morning.
I haven’t started writing yet, maybe because I’m not that motivated yet.
Song Jinxiu packed a bowl of food for herself and put it in the kitchen, and asked Liu Ankang to eat with them.
She was a little scared of the way they ate, so she decided to eat in the kitchen more comfortably.
Without a beautiful woman watching them, the two guys ate more generously and finished a whole bowl of rice in no time.
Looking at the finished meal, Song Jinxiu helped to fill another bowl and took it out.
Although it is bean rice, it is much more delicious than the brown rice we usually eat, not to mention that there is such a delicious dish.
Although the meat was cut in half, Song Jinxiu was more generous with the oil when stir-frying the vegetables than others. So both the vegetarian and meat dishes were delicious.
In the end, the three of them actually ate three bowls of rice, which left Song Jinxiu stunned. All the dishes were eaten up.
When Liu Ankang finished his third bowl, Song Jinxiu pulled him away from the table, fearing that he would eat too much and not feel full.
No wonder Aunt Jin said she was a spendthrift. If this was converted into rice, how many kilograms would it be?
The two of them ate so much but didn't waste any time, and continued to climb the mountain without even taking a rest.
They only carried down one bundle of firewood in the morning, and they carried it twice in the afternoon, and on the last trip they dragged back two trees.
Then the two of them chopped firewood in the yard, dried it, and piled it into piles.
Song Jinxiu looked at the firewood all over the yard and thought to herself that these meals were really worthwhile!
In the evening, I used the other half of the meat to stew radish, and cut the green beans into thick strips and put them in a large bowl, and stir-fried them with lard. It was fragrant.
Finally, I made an egg drop soup.
Perfect, the meal was a great success for both the host and the guests.
After both of them washed up, Song Jinxiu hugged Liu Ankang and sat opposite him, then asked him.
"I don't know about your past life, let's talk about it today."
Liu Ankang looked at her with his big eyes, wanting to ask her what she wanted to talk about?
"Let's talk about your life before you came to this family. Were you able to eat enough before?" Song Jinxiu asked.
Liu Ankang nodded. He had always had enough to eat, but the food hadn't been as good in the past few years.
"We used to be able to eat enough and live a good life!" Song Jinxiu nodded. It seemed that the living standard in the village was pretty good.
Liu Ankang nodded.
"Then how many times can you eat meat in a month?" Song Jinxiu asked again.
Liu Ankang thought about it and stretched out both hands.
In the past, there was less to eat, so the uncles and aunts in the village had to protect the village. In recent years, the village has been relatively peaceful, and the uncles and aunts in the village would go up the mountain to hunt.
So I eat meat quite often, but the portion each time is not very large.
"Ten times, that means you eat once every three days, not bad." Song Jinxiu said, "So what do you usually eat? White rice?"
Liu Ankang shook his head, saying that white rice was only eaten during the Chinese New Year and other festivals.
"Millet?"
Liu Ankang nodded and shook his head, eating occasionally.
"brown rice?"
Liu Ankang nodded and said that he eats this often.
"Sorghum?"
Liu Ankang nodded and shook his head, occasionally eating
"What else, corn grits?"
Liu Ankang nodded and said, "Eat this too!"
"So what do you eat? Sweet potatoes? Potatoes? And those yams?"
Liu Ankang nodded. In the past, when staple food wasn't enough, potatoes had to be mixed in with the staple food.
Sometimes you need to add more staple food even if you have enough. You don’t always have dry rice to eat. You can add some when eating porridge, otherwise you won’t feel full.
During the off-season, we eat corn porridge, corn pancakes, black flour pancakes, and multi-grain pancakes.
There are also hairy chestnuts, mushrooms, wild fruits and vegetables all over the mountain that can fill your stomach at ordinary times!
"My ancestor, please speak to me quickly. It's too inconvenient to communicate like this." It's too inconvenient to guess.
If I weren't smart, even communication would be a problem.
But you have to understand that although this is the south, not everyone can eat white rice.
Maybe they sold it? Or maybe the yield was low, but it's probably because they ate less.
"You can't go out and tell others about what we eat at home, okay?" Song Jinxiu warned.
"If someone asks you, just answer that you ate about the same as before."
Liu Ankang looked at her. "You should be the one worried about yourself. You don't even know what you eat."
"I'm talking about eating bean rice, brown rice, and corn bran," Song Jinxiu said. "As for meat, let's say we eat it once every three or four days! Do you understand?"
Liu Ankang nodded. He couldn't tell the answer anyway and no one asked him.
I have been chopping firewood for three consecutive days, and now the front and back yards of my house are full of firewood drying in the sun.
As for the brown rice, Song Jinxiu tasted it when she was steaming it for Xiaobai and the others.
Because the shells are not removed cleanly, it is a bit like eating pumpkin seeds with the shells.
I can chew it and swallow it, but it tastes terrible.
I never thought people today can't even get enough of brown rice. How pitiful!
In the end, Song Jinxiu forced three thousand yuan on each of them.
I don't want to lose such cheap labor.
Half a month has passed in a flash, and tomorrow is the market day in the next town.
Song Jinxiu made an appointment with Aunt Cuihua to go together tomorrow.
Let Dalinzi help drive the car.
I didn't want to go out, but I had to get my clothes.
I can't just hide at home forever. It's been so long, those people might have been arrested long ago.
And it's none of my business! Even if I wasn't arrested, I wouldn't be able to find the cause.
Song Jinxiu convinced herself that she was ready to go out again. This time, she knew that she had to bring a backpack in addition to a water bottle!
The cloth bag has been eliminated and placed at the bottom of the box.
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