In the early spring morning, the sound of reading came from the school, full of hope and vitality, which was pleasant to hear.
Lin Wanwan stood by the sheepfold, watching the three direct cousins Lin Mengjin, Lin Mengbo, and Lin Mengxing catch the sheep.
It was rare that several part-time "butchers" in the clan had free time today, so Lin Wanwan immediately called someone to kill the sheep for the children.
These sheep that were raised last year are wasting goat grass every day because they have grown and will no longer produce meat.
There is nothing interesting about killing a sheep, so the three brothers took out the sheep and walked away.
The smell of blood from slaughtering sheep in the school was too strong, and I was afraid of bumping into the children, so I had to take them to the tribe's special slaughterhouse, where a big pot had been set up.
Some of the children were clever and had already guessed that the sheep was going to be killed. For example, Lin Tiezhu of Lin Mengjin's family secretly winked at the children next to him and said, "We can eat mutton at noon."
The friend lowered his voice and asked, "How do you know?"
Lin Tiezhu said: "I just heard the sheep braying. It was screaming so hard that it must have been led out."
"Stop gossiping, have you read all the books?" Old Master Chen hummed on the podium, and the naughty child below immediately shut up, otherwise the ruler might take over.
There are now four masters in the school. Master Chen teaches etiquette, literature and calligraphy, Lin Wanwan teaches arithmetic, Master Zhong, a newly invited disciple of Xiao Chong, teaches archery and imperial studies, and Heng Wu teaches music.
Among these masters, the one with the most stringent rules was Old Master Chen. He would beat the children until they screamed if he didn't follow the rules. Lin Tiezhu, who was only interested in shooting and bodybuilding, was thick-skinned and naughty, so naturally he got the most beatings.
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At noon, before get out of class ended, the smell of fragrant mutton soup spread into the school, making the children's mouths water.
This period happened to be Lin Wanwan's arithmetic class. She smiled and said to the children below: "Everyone can smell it, right? Let's start eating mutton today."
"Oh oh oh, let's eat mutton! Let's eat mutton!" The children became excited. Eating meat is the happiest thing!
A 130-kilogram sheep can feed more than 130 children for more than half a month.
"Those in the lower grades who can recite the multiplication table can eat an extra piece of meat today."
"Oh! Master, I can do it!"
"Ah, I, I haven't learned how to recite it yet."
As soon as Lin Wanwan finished speaking, there were shouts from below, either excited or wailing.
"Those who can tell their parents' birthdays can also gain a piece of meat!" After this wave of shouting, Lin Wanwan said again.
"I know this!"
"Master, my mother was born on the second day of September, and my father was born on June 17th!"
The children talked a lot about it. In ancient times, the country was governed by filial piety, and the children basically knew the birthdays of their parents. Those ten Qiongzhou children who didn't even know who their parents were were a little depressed.
Qian, who was in charge of cooking in the school's kitchen, and others smelled the aroma of the mutton soup in the pot and started talking about it: "Wan Niang really killed the sheep raised in the school and gave them to the children. If they are sold in the town,
It can subsidize the school a lot of money."
"Isn't that right? Not only is the mutton cooked, but there are also a lot of spices in it. The children have to kowtow to Wan Niang a lot. No one in the town is willing to eat these spices. Only wealthy families can afford them."
"Wan Niang is so willing to give up."
The ladies from the five clans who helped cook also ate at school at noon.
I feel lucky enough to be able to eat good noodles and white rice every day. Now I can drink mutton soup with spices, which is really unimaginable.
Usually, two slices of mutton or pork (local pork bought by Lin Wanwan in modern times) would occasionally be added to the children's bowls, but they, the kitchen helpers, were reluctant to snatch the children's meat, and everyone was very understanding.
There are also children of their own in the school. If they eat less, the children will eat more.
But today is different. Today is the first day of slaughtering sheep. There is too much mutton to cook, so they can take their turn.
The lunch meal consisted of watercress and mutton soup with white rice. The mutton soup was made by Huanong himself, and it had almost no mutton smell. It was so delicious that all the kids drank up not a drop of the soup.
The meals in the school may not be sumptuous, but they are enough. Because many children have lunch, many of them cannot have dinner when they go home, so they always want to eat more at noon.
Later, when Lin Wanwan discovered this phenomenon, she told Qian, the cook in charge of cooking, that each child should have a maximum of two bowls of rice and no more. Naturally, Qian did not hesitate.
Everyone thought that Lin Wanwan felt sorry for Bai Huahua's rice, but in fact, Lin Wanwan just didn't want her children to overeat. Overeating would be harmful to the body.
Because she knew that some children would not have dinner when they went home, Lin Wanwan would always find various reasons to give out cakes to the children before school in the afternoon.
For example, you have washed your body very clean, you have made progress in your studies, you have done a good job on duty, etc. In short, it is easy to find reasons.
The five ladies who helped in the kitchen all envied the treatment of the children, and the other girls in the clan also envied the treatment of the five of them.
They came over in the morning to prepare lunch for the children, and also provided a meal, and each received thirty money per month.
Naturally, everyone in the clan competes for such a good thing, and in the end it was Lin Wanwan who selected the five people after weighing and comparing them.
In the past, these girls had almost no voice at home. Since they can get money from home every month, they have become more confident, and Qian's boring temperament has improved a lot.
It can be seen that at any time, financial strength determines family status.
The tribesmen working in the fields outside the school also smelled the aroma of meat wafting from the school. They stood at the door holding tea bowls and drank water with smiles.
It was so delicious that it made everyone hungry.
When the sheep were being killed and skinned in the morning, everyone heard the noise and knew that there was a lot of mutton soup in the school today!
Thinking of the children eating so much that their mouths were full of oil made me even hungrier.
But I won’t eat lunch. It’s such a waste of food. How can the farmer live with three meals a day? If he just eats three meals a day regardless, he will be hungry when the lean days come.
Only those libertines would do such things as eating grains, and the people in Linjiazhuang would not.
But they didn't have lunch, and there wasn't enough seafood. Some people who couldn't hold back their appetites cooked crabs, mussels, etc. and took a few bites as a toothpaste.
When the five ladies in charge of cooking in the school came out, they were asked what they had eaten today. After receiving the answer of mutton soup, they asked with a smile how many pieces of meat they had eaten.
The ladies raised their heads with a smile: "The children are four yuan each, and we are two yuan each! Tsk, that soup was made by Huanong himself. I don't know how many spices were put in it. It's so beautiful!"
Hearing what they said, everyone seemed to have eaten something themselves and laughed with satisfaction.
The whole family can eat some of the sheep's scraps tonight, and everyone is looking forward to it.