"This is a treasure, a gift from the Bodhisattva." Zhu Xiu carefully held the thin film in her bosom.
"Do you have any extra clothes? Could you lend them to us to wear for a while? We can trade you some food." Although they didn't have much food left, they had no clothes to change into. They couldn't just take off their clothes and sit naked by the fire. If they didn't change their clothes, they would catch a cold, which could be fatal.
Zhu Xiu and the others were quite interested, but "we only have one set of clothes to change into, and no extras." Otherwise, they would definitely have been willing to exchange them for food with her.
“I have a few clean sets of clothes here, all men’s clothing. Take them if you don’t mind. I don’t want your food,” Song Zhuiyan said.
"Thank you, Miss Song. These grains are all soaked and will definitely mold. Why don't we just cook them and eat them?" Zhang Qingyu felt a pang of regret making this decision, but she had no other choice.
"We'll be eating wild boar meat later, so save your food. Make some wheat flour into pancakes, and fry the rice and millet until they're cooked, then they won't get moldy." Song Zhuiyan wasn't short of food, so she naturally didn't mind telling Zhang Qingyu how to save the food.
"Ah? Miss Song, you are so clever to have come up with this idea. If it weren't for you, my sister, Uncle Zhao, and I really wouldn't know what to do next." Zhang Qingyu's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears of gratitude.
"It's nothing. Fried rice is a snack that ordinary people like to eat. It's not a special skill. Okay, enough talk. Go change your clothes and then fry the wet grains." She was busy slaughtering the pig.
Song Zhuiyan skillfully bled the wild boar, then cut open its abdomen, took out the pig's large intestine, and handed it to Zhu Xiu. "Sister Zhu, if you still have the strength, could you take the pig's large intestine outside and wash it clean?"
Zhu Xiu's expression froze. She could manage, but pig intestines weren't exactly a good thing, and she wasn't keen on handling them.
"Don't be disgusted. In a pinch, this is a good thing to fill your stomach." Song Zhuiyan raised her eyebrows. Don't underestimate pig intestines. They are very refreshing and delicious when stir-fried after being cleaned. They also taste great when pickled.
However, people in ancient times probably wouldn't have been able to make so many different dishes, nor would they have had that many seasonings, especially in years of famine when even salt was scarce, making seasonings a luxury.
While Zhu Xiu was still hesitating, a hesitant voice came from behind her, "Hey, Miss Song, could we have these pig intestines? We villagers are cold and hungry, and our clothes are all soaked. We have no clothes to change into. We don't mind, we just want to fill our stomachs."
The speaker was Lin Fuhai, the village chief of Linjia Village. He was quite tall and had a large frame, but he was so thin that he had no flesh on his body. After being soaked in the rain all day, his face was deathly pale, his lips were purple, and he shivered from time to time.
Although she didn't have a good impression of the people from Linjia Village, Song Zhuiyan wasn't the type to deliberately make things difficult for anyone. Without even looking up, she threw both sets of pig intestines to Lin Fuhai, along with two pig lungs.
After thinking it over, Song Zhuiyan still cut off five catties of pork for the people of Linjia Village. She stewed it with pig intestines and lungs, and each person could have a bowl of hot soup. If it weren't for the fact that many people in Linjia Village were still with their children, Song Zhuiyan wouldn't have wanted to give them pork. It was all because they had tried to steal grain before.
Lin Fuhai bowed and scraped, his eyes full of gratitude. If Zhong Qingyi hadn't reminded them that the mountain would collapse after the rainstorm, they might have perished in the mudslide. At the time, he was skeptical, but the other villagers didn't believe him at all.
However, since he became the village chief, he thought more than others and considered the consequences of his actions. He thought that no matter whether it was true or not, he could not joke about the lives of the remaining eighty-odd people in the village. At that time, he felt that the sky was about to collapse when he looked at the sky, and he dared not stay in the same place for long. He watched Zhong Qingyi and the others run away in a frantic manner.
He followed behind anxiously, but luckily he guessed right, proving that he hadn't misjudged them. Both Young Master Zhong and Miss Song were upright, broad-minded, tolerant, and kind.
So even though Song Zhuiyan's expression was cold, he didn't take it to heart and was very grateful.
“We have a lot of people, and we found a cave nearby to take shelter from the rain, but one cave can’t fit all of us from the village, so could some of you come and squeeze in with us?” This was Lin Fuhai’s real purpose in coming over.
Without much thought, Song Zhuiyan said directly, "Okay, but only women, children, and people over sixty years old can come. No one else is allowed."
“Then I’ll send the women and children over. There are no elderly people over sixty. I’ll go back and tell them.” There were originally a few elderly people over sixty, but they couldn’t hold on and died during the escape. Now the only remaining elderly people are around fifty years old.
Song Zhuiyan nodded, ignored him, and began skinning the wild boar. Having raised pigs for over ten years, she was quite skilled at handling them, though she didn't actually like doing it herself. But right now, she had no other choice.
Brother Zhong has to take care of Ye Moxun, Zhao Siniang and Zhong Xiaohua have to take care of their own children, and only Zhu Xiu can lend a hand.
"Sister Zhu, cut the pork into chunks and stew it for soup. I'll clean the pork skin." Pork skin is also delicious when stewed until tender, but you need to scrape off the pig hair first, and then burn off any remaining hair with fire.
Zhu Xiu was overjoyed. Pork was delicious! She hadn't eaten meat in a long time. Just looking at the raw pork made her swallow hard several times. All her fatigue vanished, and she picked up the cleaver and diligently chopped the meat.
Song Tantan sent Zhong Qingyi to help deal with the wild boar, saying that she would take care of Ye Moxun, and then secretly fed Ye Moxun milk and medicine.
After doing all that, she took out a few pieces of ginger from her spatial storage and used an earthenware pot to make ginger soup. Luckily, everyone managed to avoid breaking the pot while they were running for their lives.
When everyone drank the ginger soup, they all asked Song Tantan with smiles where the ginger came from.
"I always carry it with me. If I hadn't gone to all this trouble to bring ginger with me, you wouldn't have any ginger soup to drink. I hope everyone doesn't get sick tonight." Song Tantan said confidently and without changing her expression. Did she think that others would think she had a spatial ability just because of a few pieces of ginger?
"Yes, thankfully there's Tantan's ginger soup. I'm warm all over now and I'm no longer shivering. Once the meat soup is cooked, everyone will be full and won't get sick." Zhu Xiu always cooperated very well.
Although it was clear that she was trying to ingratiate herself, neither Song Zhuiyan nor Song Tantan disliked it. Some people are just more emotionally intelligent and quick-witted than others, able to get along with everyone. You can tell that from how well she gets along with everyone.
Speaking of meat soup, everyone swallowed hard. Even Song Tantan couldn't help but swallow. She walked over to the fire where the meat soup was stewing, her big, clear eyes staring intently at the meat bubbling in the pot.
My aunt cut off the pig's heart and liver and stewed them together; it tasted incredibly delicious.
At this moment, Song Zhuiyan and Zhong Qingyi had finished processing the wild boar meat, and then took the pig stomach outside to clean it. Pig stomach is a good thing, and we must get it to eat.
"Pig stomach isn't very tasty. Actually, we could give it to the people in Linjia Village." To be honest, Zhong Qingyi had never eaten this before and subconsciously felt that it couldn't be very delicious.
"Tantan and I both like it. I'll make soup for you later. Those who don't like it don't have to drink it," Song Zhuiyan said calmly.
Zhong Qingyi: "..." Why does it feel like Miss Song isn't very happy?
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