Food is the most important thing for ordinary people since ancient times. Eating has been the top priority for ordinary people.

If a dynasty fails to feed, it will be time for a dynasty to change.

Therefore, those who rule the country are the primary concern for agriculture. As long as agriculture flourishes, the people will not rebel without stuttering.

All of them have been like this for thousands of years.

Jiangnan was originally a land of fish and rice. It was the granary of the country and the source of taxes in all dynasties.

In the first year of Hongwu, after experiencing the turmoil, people worked happily in their own fields.

The court distributed the fields to everyone, provided seeds and plowing oxen, and the most important thing was that it was tax exemption for three years.

This means that as long as the grain produced in your own fields is your own income for three years.

Who doesn’t cherish this great opportunity for those who have experienced the turmoil and famine at the end of the Yuan Dynasty?

Under a mulberry tree at the west end of Zhengjia Village, there is a small blanket, and a boy wearing a tiger-headed hat sits on it.

A big yellow dog lying beside him, squinting his eyes slightly and looking around. It seemed that it was a golden armor guard. If there was any guy who was not open to his eyes, he would jump up and attack him at any time.

The little master is Zheng Changsheng, who is just three years old this year. He is so cute.

Looking around with big black and white eyes, it seems that there is a kind of wisdom that is extremely disproportionate to age.

That's right, Zheng Changsheng is from modern times and is a frustrating coder. On a summer evening, after typing crazy words for a day, he made an appointment with a few friends to have a drink.

The night market is very lively, with a few people eating skewers, drinking, talking about the mountains, and when they are in high spirits, they are all picking up sparks.

A dark cloud floated by, and the dry days were thunder, and he was blown to this era by thunder.

Okay, it's time to come, it's okay to do something big, but damn God, why are you trying to get me a three-year-old boy's body?

There is nothing else to do every day except eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping.

Besides, he can't do anything else. The normal behavior of children of this age is to eat, drink, defecate, urinate and sleep. If you act differently, you may be labeled as a demon and silenced as a demon, that would be miserable.

In the feudal era, especially in the closed countryside, there were many believers in ghosts and gods.

Not to mention anything else, the old patriarch Zheng Sanwang, just the village leader, is a hardcore idealist ghost and gods.

He always leads the elders and young men of the same tribe in the village to kowtow and burn incense, praying for the protection of the gods. He doesn’t mention how pious he is when he sticks out his butt.

Therefore, Zheng Changsheng honestly maintained the normal state and did not dare to step beyond the line.

Just recently, when his neighbor's grandson, who was the same age as his neighbor, started to speak, he dared to learn to speak.

A normal young man is just unable to speak, and you just want to think about how big the shadow area in his heart is.

Fortunately, I can speak now, otherwise I would really suffocate him to death.

Li Xiuying was so happy when she heard her son calling him "Mother". She was so crazy.

He kept shouting in his arms with Zheng Changsheng's heart-to-heart.

This is his mother, the one who depends on each other in this world.

Li Xiuying is also a celebrity in the village. She is a lady with a literate and silly character, and she actually married the honest farmer Zheng Tieshan.

Therefore, people say that Zheng Tieshan has burned the high fragrance.

This was a wonderful conversation in the village at that time, and the topic of the people in the village was her after dinner.

It is said that she was born in a family of scholarly families. When the war broke out, her family was destroyed and her family was killed. She fled all the way.

She was about to starve to death at that time, but Zheng Tieshan saved her life.

Perhaps it was because of my gratitude, or perhaps as a weak woman, she followed Zheng Tieshan alone and helpless.

In the second year after giving birth to Zheng Changsheng, Zheng Tieshan went up the mountain to chop firewood, fell down the cliff and died.

So the young widowed Li Xiuying took on the burden of life alone with her young son.

Although she used to be unable to carry her shoulders, she put down the young lady's squad for her son and went to the field to work, with calluses on her hands no different from ordinary women.

Three acres of dry land, wheat grown; three acres of paddy fields, rice grown. Fertilization, weeding, and irrigation are all her own efforts.

Although she was very tired, she looked at her son's tender and pretty face and listened to the word "mother" with a numb voice, and her heart was full of energy.

As the days went west, Li Xiuying raised her sore waist and put down the hoe in her hand.

Finally, the hoe was finished. Looking at the green seedlings, my heart was full of hope.

It will be harvested in a few months. This is all food. You are not panic when you have food at home. As long as you have food, you will not starve them to death.

I came to the tree to pack up my things, picked up my son and walked towards the house, and the big yellow dog followed happily behind me and jumped left and right...

At this time, smoke was curling in the village, and the fragrance of food came. Zhengjia Village under the setting sun was like a fairyland on earth.

Zheng Changsheng’s dinner was very simple, a bowl of very thick rice porridge. It made white rice porridge with rice oil, which was very sweet.

He grabbed the spoon with his little hands, and the juice was dripping, and he felt very happy.

Seeing his son having fun eating, Li Xiuying smiled satisfied. After drinking the porridge in the bowl for a few sips, she started to make pastries with noodles.

It is about to start spring, and it is the time for outings and spring. People who have been in the winter have come out to have close contact with nature.

Make a basket of pastries and sell them at the market, and you can also make some money.

As the weather is about to get hot, my son's spring shirt has not yet settled, and the child is growing so fast that last year's clothes can no longer be worn this year.

At that time, go to the cloth shop to pull some silk cloth, find your second aunt to cut it, and sew it a little.

Thinking of this, she felt very happy.

The pastries made by Li Xiuying are very simple, not as many kinds as those of later generations and the workmanship is complicated.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is a kind of pasta. After the noodles are cooked, they are made into the shape of a simple animal, and put them in a cage to steam them.

Don’t underestimate these. Li Xiuying had done it before and asked her husband to sell it at the market, but it was very popular.

Especially for children, they like these little animals-shaped noodle cakes.

If you have never seen it, you will not be able to do it without this mind.

Especially in the rural areas of Jinning County, if Li Xiuying's family had not been a wealthy family, she would not have been able to do so.

Lee Soo-young rolled up her sleeves and started making pastries.

After dinner, Zheng Changsheng struggled to stand up and walked to his mother with his short legs tremblingly.

Open his hands and said, "Mom, I want it, I want it..."

Li Xiuying looked at her son lovingly. The child was curious about everything. When she saw her kneading the dough, she probably wanted to play.

After all, it’s white flour, it’s something that wraps your belly. When you encounter disaster, let alone white flour, you won’t even have mixed noodles.

However, out of love for her son, she grabbed a piece of dough, hesitated for a while, and handed it to Zheng Changsheng.

Holding the dough in your hand, the little guy started playing...

Seeing that Li Xiuying was playing with the dough without crying or making a fuss, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Since my son could speak, he never wet or cried again. This is better than other children.

Otherwise, just washing diapers every day and coaxing the child would be enough for her to work, and she wouldn't have to do other tasks.

While she was busy with the pastries in her hands, she turned her head to look at her son.
Chapter completed!