Gu Qinghuan ate a big melon early in the morning and returned to the courtyard in a happy mood.

When I was almost home, I secretly released a pheasant from the living room and hit it with a stone, knocking it unconscious. I was in a good mood today, so I stewed it to celebrate.

This is the advantage of living at the foot of the mountain. No one disturbs you, except for a grandfather and grandson living in the cowshed not far away. However, they have little presence and can be ignored.

When he brought the pheasant home, Zhong Zijun and the two kids were stunned.

Gu Qinghuan had already thought of what to say.

"I picked it up on the roadside when I came back just now."

Zhong Zijun was a little bit unconvinced. This thing was not a stone and it was everywhere on the roadside. But she didn't think much about it. There was no reason for her to push away the meat she had already got.

"I'm going to make you a stewed chicken with mushrooms this afternoon. I see the small hazel mushrooms hanging over there are almost dry, so they're perfect for stewing chicken." Zhong Zijun gave clear instructions.

Collective things are more important than anything else these days. If you don’t eat them quickly, you’ll have to explain yourself if someone finds out.

The two kids naturally had no objections and followed their grandmother's lead.

Gu Qinghuan was so happy that she couldn't even express it. Since she came to the seventh year, she had been starving every day. Whenever she heard about something greasy, her saliva started to water.

Breakfast was eaten in the east room to accommodate Xu Huaian.

He woke up this morning in a daze again, not talking or responding to anyone, immersed in his own thoughts.

But he was quite cooperative when I washed his face and hands.

It's really strange. Xu Huaian's hands were not tied up all night last night, and I didn't see him go crazy or hit anyone.

Gu Qinghuan simply made the decision and let him do as he pleased for now.

In case he tries to go crazy and hurt others later, tie him up again.

The long-term blood circulation has been blocked and has had a huge impact on his body. His hands are not very flexible now and it will take some time for them to recover.

Breakfast is corn porridge with a boiled egg per person.

Gu Qinghuan originally wanted to fry an egg, as fried eggs are delicious, but Zhong Zijun said that it would waste oil, and that cooking two eggs would be enough for the children to supplement their nutrition, as the adults would not eat them, so it was better to be frugal in life.

Gu Qinghuan had to give up the idea of ​​frying eggs, but she cooked five eggs per person.

Zhong Zijun scolded her again.

"Kid, you've become more and more restless recently. You're making chicken stewed with mushrooms in the afternoon, and you have to eat eggs in the morning. If you live this way, you won't be able to eat any more food."

Zhong Zijun was worried that her daughter would not know how to make a living and would spend all her money. After getting married, she would no longer be a girl and would have to take care of the whole family.

Now the whole family relies on the pension from the son-in-law to make ends meet, but we can't eat like this, otherwise there won't be enough money to spend.

"Oh, mom, I get it. Look, who in the family doesn't need to take care of their health except me? Just listen to me. Eat well and drink well. It's better to recover from your injuries as soon as possible.

Xu Huai'an has become so thin that a gust of wind can blow him away, so he needs to eat something good. "

Gu Qinghuan couldn't tell her that he had money to spend, so he could only "humbly accept" her criticism and continue to do his own thing.

There were more than 2,000 yuan left in the space, 400 yuan in compensation, another 4,000 yuan from selling watches, and there were still four bottles of Moutai that had not been disposed of.

A bottle of seven-year-old Moutai would have to sell for at least 50,000 yuan, so she could only make 500 yuan per bottle.

Four bottles cost nearly two thousand.

With a total savings of nearly 9,000 yuan, it is no problem to eat meat every day.

But Zhong Zijun doesn’t know.

She looked at her daughter worriedly, and the food in her mouth no longer tasted good.

Dabao was eating when he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Mom, where are the wild vegetables I picked?"

In the morning, the two kids wanted to show off the wild vegetables they picked to grandma, but they couldn't find any after searching the entire kitchen.

Gu Qinghuan choked, then said without blinking or beating his heart, "I took it to the county and sold it yesterday morning."

“Do city people still eat wild vegetables?”

"How much did you make?"

Zhong Zijun and the two kids looked at her expectantly.

Gu Qinghuan stretched out his hand and made a number two.

"Two cents? That's too much! I went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables this afternoon and sold a lot of them for money." Dabao seemed to have opened up a new world and exuded a kind of vitality.

At a young age, I already understood the importance of making money. If I had money, my grandmother would not be reluctant to eat eggs, my father could see a doctor, and they would have clothes to wear and food to eat.

"I'm going too!" Beibei quickly raised his head from the bowl and raised his hand high.

Zhong Zijun also thought that it was quite good to be able to sell wild vegetables for 20 cents, which was a kind of income at least.

But she was a little unsure: Do city people buy wild vegetables?

Gu Qinghuan originally wanted to say two yuan, but seeing the situation, he didn't mention it again. He just regarded it as two cents and continued to scare them.

She has been busy these days, and the two children have been staying at home every day without going out. They must be bored. It just so happens that I have nothing to do today, so I can take them out for a walk.

"Okay, eat quickly, and then I'll take you for a walk up the mountain."

There are surprises everywhere in the mountains in autumn. Pick up a bundle of firewood, pick two baskets of mushrooms, pick a bag of hazelnuts, pack persimmons, and pick a basket of chestnuts to prepare for winter.

The two children lowered their heads and drank their porridge.

Xu Huaian was like a transparent person, sitting quietly struggling with the porridge in his bowl and ignoring them.

Fortunately, he no longer needs to be fed, which is a big improvement.

I didn't mention that Gu Qinghuan had forgotten that the fruits on the persimmon and chestnut trees that she had moved to the space earlier had not yet been dealt with.

We definitely can’t finish it all at home.

She plans to save some for the winter and sell the rest in vending machines.

These are pure wild chestnuts and persimmons.

After breakfast, Xu Huaian was fed medicine, and as usual, each person was given a glass of spiritual spring water.

The two children washed the dishes while Gu Qinghuan prepared the pheasant and stewed it in an iron pot. Zhong Zijun could help watch the heat.

Such a delicious dish must be served with some steamed rice.

"Mom, I'm going to take the two kids out for a walk. You can cook a pot of rice in a little while. The rice is under the cupboard."

She will definitely not be happy if Zhong Zijun is not allowed to move at all. She can just use one hand to see how things get going.

"What? Rice? Gu Qinghuan, you have too much money in your pocket to spend, right? Just make some steamed buns made of three-grain flour, why waste rice?"

Zhong Zijun wanted to grab the girl's ears and yell at her, "What are you thinking? Life is unbearable."

Dabao and Beibei hid behind Zhong Zijun, giggling secretly. They would not tell grandma that they had already made several meals of white rice at home. They smelled delicious.

Gu Qinghuan found it a bit funny to see that Zhong Zijun, who had originally been gentle, was being provoked by her and became more and more irritable.

"I don't care. I will definitely eat white rice for lunch today." She started to complain.

The two little ones never expected that their mom and grandma would get along like this, and they couldn't help but laugh.

Zhong Zijun gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll make it for you!" At worst, he could just cook white rice for them and eat the buns himself, so he could always save some money.

Before leaving, Gu Qinghuan suddenly poked her head out from the crack of the door and said, "Mom, remember to cook for five people. If you cook for one person, I won't have lunch today."

"If you don't want to eat it, forget it!"

Zhong Zijun was so angry that she looked for someone to pick on in the yard. This girl really deserved a beating.

However, Gu Qinghuan's provocation was still effective. Fearing that the girl really wouldn't eat, Zhong Zijun gritted her teeth and steamed enough white rice for five people.

Gu Qinghuan took her two children and carried baskets and sacks, and went up the mountain leisurely.