Zhao Yuanrang didn't expect that his sister would stuff him with food at this time. He couldn't help but be startled and turned to look at Zhao Luoyang.
Zhao Luoyang said: "Eat some of the cooking cakes Mr. Song gave you. It's hot and you're hungry. You'll lose strength soon."
The cooking cakes given by the Song family were better than their own. Sister didn't even eat them, so she gave them to him.
Zhao Yuanrang held the cake in his mouth, with a big bulge on his face: "Sister, you can eat too."
Zhao Luoyang nodded, took out another piece from his arms, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Now Zhao Yuanrang could chew the cake quietly.
The cooking cake was very hard, but it was mixed with white flour. It was much more delicious than the cakes they usually ate. Zhao Yuanrang thought it was already good, but...after a while, he found that there was something crispy and fragrant in the cooking cake.
Something that screams.
What is it?
Meat?
The most delicious thing Zhao Yuanrang has ever eaten is meat. Apart from meat, he can't think of anything else. The Song family's cooking cakes actually contain meat, and the taste of the meat is different from anything he has ever eaten.
He had never tasted such a taste. Of course, Zhao Yuanrang blamed it on his lack of knowledge, because he didn't have much meat. The Song family was willing to put salt in the meat. After traveling for so many days, they saved the coarse salt at home.
, there has been no taste in my mouth.
It's different now, because after eating good food, my whole body becomes energetic.
Zhao Yuanrang wanted to spit it out immediately to see what it was, but unfortunately his body made a choice before his mind, and he couldn't help but swallow it.
The skinny belly couldn't wait to swallow the fragrant food completely.
"Sister," Zhao Yuanrang's eyes seemed to be a lot brighter after eating something good, and there was a touch of red on his dirty little face, "The cooking cakes given by the Song family... have meat in them."
Rich families are just different.
But with such good cooking cakes, how could Mr. Song like to eat eggs? If he were allowed to eat these cooking cakes every day, he would definitely not be hungry for other foods.
Zhao Luoyang asked: "Is it delicious?"
Zhao Yuanrang nodded immediately: "It's fragrant, and there's a... I can't put it into words, but it's delicious anyway." The cake had been swallowed, but the fragrance was still in his mouth, making his mouth water.
Zhao Luoyang offered another piece to Zhao Yuanrang, but this time Zhao Yuanrang shut his mouth and refused to eat any more.
"I don't want to eat it," Zhao Yuan let his stomach growl, but he still said, "Give it to me and dad, mom, they can keep it!"
Zhao Luoyang pulled Zhao Yuanrang and said: "Eat quickly, even if I give milk to my father and mother, they are reluctant to open their mouths. Later, I will take it and soak it in water with the bran cake, and then give it to them."
By then you can’t tell what it is, so you can eat it in a daze.
Zhao Yuan gave way: "It's better to keep it..."
"What to keep?" Zhao Luoyang said, "What if bandits really make trouble and are robbed by bandits? It's better to eat it first and gain strength so that it can be used later."
What Sister A said was very reasonable, and Zhao Yuanrang could not refute it, so Zhao Luoyang stuffed his mouth full of it again.
Zhao Luoyang said: "I'll give it to Yuanji and Yuanbao."
Zhao Yuanrang nodded and tasted the taste of the cake carefully. He really didn't know what the Song family used to make it.
Zhao Luoyang whispered to Zhao Yuanrang: "When others ask, just say it's an ordinary cooking cake, and don't ask the Song family."
Zhao Yuanrang understood that if the news about the Song family putting meat in their cakes spread, why would they be targeted? The Song family kindly gave them food, but they couldn't harm Mr. Song instead.
"Don't tell me," Zhao Yuan gave in. "No matter who asks, it's just an ordinary wild vegetable cake."
Zhao Luoyang walked away with peace of mind. After a while, Zhao Yuanrang saw Zhao Yuanji's mouth bulge, and the two brothers looked at each other with fire in their eyes.
So delicious.
Only they themselves know.
The three younger brothers admired Sister even more. Without Sister, how could they have eaten these?
Zhao Luoyang was thinking about it, the compressed biscuits exchanged for 1 yuan of wealth value are really delicious, sweet and salty, no wonder my brother thinks they are meat.
The salty taste alone is worth it. The whole family has not eaten anything with such a salty taste for a long time. When we left home, a pound of coarse salt cost 50 or 60 yuan. How can we get more of such an expensive thing?
I bought it, so I could only save on eating.
Zhao Luoyang did some calculations. She didn't know how the compressed biscuits were made, but they should be at least better than white flour. Adding in the salt, the price of 1 yuan was really a good deal.
If you are still hungry, this is simply the best food to eat.
She put it in the cooking cakes and fed it to her younger brothers. She did not receive any warning from the system. This shows that it is feasible to share the things redeemed by the system with her family. As long as the family does not suspect anything, everything will be fine.
Next, she will try to give them to grandma.
Mrs. Tao and Mrs. Ge also saw Zhao Luoyang feeding the two children, and they could guess that the cakes given to them were cooking cakes from the Song family. These cooking cakes were given to their niece by the Song family. The niece distributed them to Yuanji and Yuanbao like this, so that they could
I feel a little embarrassed.
Geshi poked Yuan Bao and signaled him not to eat anymore.
Over there, Mrs. Tao also said: "Okay, keep some for your sister, your sister's injury is not healed yet."
Yuanji refused to eat. Although Yuanbao didn't speak, he was very obedient. He knew that good things are hard to come by.
No one was willing to eat, so the cake was broken into half and the compressed biscuit was only half eaten.
Yuan Bao drank some water and suddenly burped.
Zhao Luoyang looked at Yuanbao and smiled. Of course, Yuanbao couldn't be full. At most, he drank too much water. However, if he ate all one compressed biscuit, he couldn't really feel full.
Zhao Luoyang temporarily put away the cooking cakes and compressed biscuits, and looked around carefully.
Suddenly having to rush on their way, many people were caught off guard and most of them fell behind.
Huang Yacha and others were looking down from the hillside not far away.
If there is no doubt about them, they will be regarded as caring about the people. Now that they know that they may be colluding with the bandits, what are they looking at now? The property that should be pocketed?
A human life means nothing to them.
Such people should be allowed to suffer the consequences.
In the words of Mrs. Yang: "Sooner or later, those bastards will have their hearts and lungs taken out by wolves."
However, they cannot wait for these people to suffer retribution, but must give them a ride.
Zhao Luoyang thought, maybe she should find wealth value from these people.
Not far ahead, Ding Maosheng walked up to Zhao Xueli and whispered: "If we are traveling like this, we will lose energy in less than two days. When the bandits come out with sticks, who can deal with them?"
When we encountered bandits before, the three civilians who died were beaten to death by the bandits with sticks. Those people were ruthless and would kill for their lives.
Zhao Xueli nodded, so he had to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible, otherwise it would be dangerous.
"Second brother," Zhao Xuejing came over at this time, "Mom asked you to go over and take a look. Sister Xiang, sister-in-law of the Xie family, is not in good condition."
Widow Xie's man was captured by the soldiers and died on the battlefield. When her husband left, she was still pregnant. A few months later, she gave birth to her daughter Xiang Jieer. Over the years, Widow Xie had to make a living and take care of her baby.
, life was indeed difficult.
Old Mrs. Yang took pity on Widow Xie, and would often lend her hand to help. This time, there were more people walking around. Just now, Old Mrs. Yang was also thinking about the mother and daughter, so she walked over to take a look. This was an incredible sight. Widow Xie carried her on her back.
Sister Xiang was already asleep.
Old Mrs. Yang complained to Widow Xie: "How long has it been? Why didn't you tell your child that he was like this?"
Widow Xie's eyes were red and swollen: "Your sister is not doing well, how can I add trouble to her. Sister Xiang has been unable to eat in the past few days... and today she didn't even have any saliva."
Old Mrs. Yang was about to take Xiang'er off Widow Xie's back, but Widow Xie immediately stopped her: "Don't do it, what if it's an epidemic? I stay away from everyone because I'm afraid..."
Mrs. Yang said: "Those who are sick, I heard that they all have fever. Does Sister Xiang have any?"
Widow Xie shook her head.
Old Mrs. Yang said: "That's not true. A three-year-old baby can't eat those coarse foods. From my perspective, he is hungry. Don't delay me."
Widow Xie didn't dare to delay, she had thought of all the ways she could think of.
"I have some other food here," Old Mrs. Yang said, "Soak it in water until soft and feed it to try."
Old Mrs. Yang took Sister Xiang's son off Widow Xie's back. With this hug, Old Mrs. Yang sighed inwardly. The child was so thin that only a handful of bones were left. How could he not get sick?
Just as she was about to take a closer look, one hand reached forward and landed on Sister Xiang's forehead, followed by Zhao Luoyang's voice: "Mistress, let me see what's wrong with Sister Xiang."
Mrs. Yang turned her head to look at her little granddaughter. How could she treat her illness?
But Mrs. Yang immediately thought of the medicinal materials given by the Song family. Could it be that Mr. Song had told his granddaughter how to use those medicines?