"Sister," Zhao Yuanrang swallowed his saliva before speaking, "how much rice did you put in?"
Isn’t it just a show? Why did she actually cook it?
Zhao Luoyang turned his head and looked at his three younger brothers: "That's enough for us."
Zhao Yuanrang wanted to say, how much would that cost, but his whole body was immersed in the rice fragrance, and his mouth seemed to be stuck with the fragrance. He did not open his mouth for a while, and it took a long time before he uttered a voice: "What about Grandma and the others?"
Mrs. Yang went to look for wild vegetables in the dark, thinking that when she came back, she would cook a pot of hot vegetable soup and eat bran cakes with the soup. Little did she know that as soon as she turned around and left, her little granddaughter started cooking rice.
Zhao Luoyang stirred the porridge in the pot: "When Grandma and the others finish their work, I will cook another pot."
Zhao Yuanji lowered his head, rather reluctant to part with it: "Such a good rice, otherwise, let's not eat it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Luoyang heard the sound of "GuluLulu" and "GuluLulu" coming from behind and in her stomach.
Zhao Yuanbao's stomach growled the loudest, and he embarrassedly covered his belly with both arms.
Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji felt hungrier.
When the porridge was cooked, Zhao Luoyang began to serve it to everyone with wooden spoons.
The hot rice porridge was smoky in the eyes of several Zhao Yuanrang, Zhao Yuanji, and Zhao Yuanbao. They kept swallowing it with greed, but they seemed to be stunned by the aroma. They all held the bowls like this, and no one could eat them.
Zhao Yuanrang came to his senses first and passed his bowl forward: "Sister, you eat first."
Zhao Luoyang did not accept what Zhao Yuan offered, but took another wooden bowl, filled a bowl for himself, blew the heat away, and took a sip from the edge of the bowl.
Zhao Yuanrang seemed to have tasted the sweet taste.
Zhao Luoyang urged again: "Hurry up and finish it, I still want to use this pot."
Zhao Yuanrang watched his sister eating peacefully, not knowing what was going on. Every move she made made him feel inexplicably at ease, as if the family was sitting in a pile of rice, and they would have enough rice tubes to eat from now on.
In the words of the book, that is called being rich and wealthy.
With such fragrant rice porridge, who could bear it when there were people around him eating it? Zhao Yuanrang also lowered his head and took a sip along the edge of the bowl. The thick rice porridge entered his mouth. It was soft and sweet, better than him.
Even more delicious than imagined.
How many good things did he eat today? The meat cakes and the rice porridge in front of him made him forget that he was on the way to move.
"Sister," Zhao Yuanrang swallowed the rice porridge, "tell me, why does this rice porridge taste better than the usual ones? This rice seems to be different."
Zhao Yuanji bit into the soft rice grains, and with a little effort, the rice grains melted away in one sip. He also nodded: "I have never eaten such good rice. Sister, is this given by Mr. Song?"
Zhao Luoyang said "Hmm". It was not only rice from Mr. Song, but also rice from the system. She had carefully looked at it. The rice bought by the system was rounder, whiter and smaller than the rice Mr. Song gave her. This pot of porridge was so fragrant and sweet.
, it should be because of the rice in the system.
Shi Jiu said that the goods exchanged for wealth value were all from that era of the system. Look at the price of rice and compare it with the rice in the bowl. Life must have been very good in that era, at least much better than them. Because 2.8
One yuan worth of wealth can be exchanged for one catty of rice. 2.8 yuan is almost 9 cents, and 9 cents cannot buy a pound of rice like this.
It took the children a while to finish the bowl of porridge. Zhao Yuanbao put down the bowl and was about to run away, but Zhao Luoyang picked him back up. She pointed to Zhao Yuanbao's bulging cheeks and said, "Swallow the porridge in your mouth.
You don’t have to leave it to Fourth Aunt, I’ll cook a big pot for everyone to eat later.”
Yuanbao didn't like to talk, but Zhao Luoyang could guess what he was thinking. Zhao Yuanbao wanted to spit out the rice porridge in his mouth and give it to his mother.
Zhao Yuanbao refused to swallow, so Zhao Luoyang threatened: "If you don't obey me, next time I won't cook anything for you, and I won't give it to Fourth Aunt either."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yuanbao's cheeks finally deflated.
Although there were four children, they had not eaten enough for a long time, and there was no fat or water in their stomachs. They all ate a pot of porridge in the blink of an eye.
I grabbed rice again and cooked the porridge.
Zhao Yuanrang saw his sister holding a stick and digging through the ashes of the burned firewood. After a while, she pulled out four round things.
When Zhao Yuanrang was about to ask what it was, Zhao Luoyang had already stuffed one into his hand.
This is……
Zhao Yuanji couldn't help but said: "Eggs?"
Zhao Luoyang said: "One for each person, finish eating."
Now the three younger brothers were really shocked this time.
My sister dug on the ground and found eggs.
Everyone has it.
Zhao Yuanji rubbed his eyes, and Zhao Yuanbao's eyes almost broke the skin of his eggs.
Zhao Luoyang whispered: "We have to rush tonight or tomorrow. If we don't eat enough, we will have no strength. I'm not scaring you. If it is lost by then, you may not be able to return home in this life."
Zhao Yuanji was a little older and vaguely sensed danger from his sister's words.
Zhao Yuanrang followed Ajie today and had already noticed something. Now he no longer hesitated and listened to Ajie.
But where did the eggs come from? Did Ajie bring them herself, or did Mr. Song buy them and return them? Zhao Yuanrang was not sure either.
Zhao Luoyang gathered the egg skins together, dug a hole on the roadside with the egg skins in his pocket, and buried them. Only then did he feel relieved.
Wait until Zhao Luoyang leaves and returns.
Zhao Yuanji took a long breath of comfort and said with emotion: "Sister, the Song family is really different? No wonder my grandfather always said that he would take the imperial examination and I should study hard."
As soon as Zhao Yuanji finished speaking, Zhao Luoyang felt his clothes being pulled, and then heard Zhao Yuanbao's voice: "Sister, the eggs are delicious."
Zhao Yuanrang looked at his sister, so what if Mr. Song is great? My sister has only been there twice, but Mr. Song has given her so many things and money. He wants to be like her.
The rice porridge and eggs tonight have affected several children of the Zhao family.
Zhao Luoyang looked at the burning fire, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The egg skins just buried were for Yang Laowu, so that Yang Laowu could go over and check them.
So she couldn't bury her too close, and of course she couldn't bury her too far away. If she went too far, if Yang Laowu had bad intentions and caught her, the gain would outweigh the loss.
Fortunately, she had Shijiu, and Shijiu helped her check the surrounding situation.
Shi Jiu was very keen. If someone came close to her, he would be able to alert her immediately. She only had to run a few steps forward and she would appear in front of everyone.
Zhao Luoyang spoke to Shi Jiu in his mind: "Aunt Xie's side should be going well."
Shi Jiu said "Yes": "If it is different from what you guessed, she will come looking for you in a hurry."
Although everything was prepared, Zhao Luoyang could not help but still be nervous. In comparison, Shi Jiu was as calm as usual.
After all, it is a system and will not be affected by emotions.
Shi Jiu said: "Hurry up, you still need to find a place to look at the map. I think there are mountains nearby. If the bandits come, they may want to go there."
Zhao Luoyang responded, and when no one had any ideas, he quickly took out the compressed biscuits from the cloth bag and threw them into the porridge pot.
She had previously exchanged four eggs and two compressed biscuits, and took this opportunity to let everyone eat so that they would be strong enough to deal with the bandits.
She didn't mix in more eggs because she was afraid that there would be too many eggs and it would be difficult to tell where they came from, so she only gave them to a few kids in the family.
Zhao Luoyang looked at Zhao Yuanrang: "Go and see if your fourth uncle can help."
Zhao Yuanji stayed behind to add firewood to the bottom of the pot.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Zhao Yuanji and Zhao Yuanbao always felt that the new pot of porridge smelled different from the one they had just eaten.
It was getting darker, and the leaves were rustling in the wind.
Yang Laowu looked at the fire lit by the Zhao family. Just as he was hiding far away, he saw the Zhao family sister sneaking to the edge of the forest and busying for a while. Now she came closer and groped on the ground for a while, and felt a soft soil.
, dug it open and felt inside, and found out a few pieces of broken egg skin.
Where did the Zhao family get the eggs? Yang Laowu thought that what Mr. Xie said seemed to be true. He had to go back and tell the boss immediately.
"People are gone."
Zhao Luoyang heard Shi Jiu's voice in her mind, and her tense body relaxed slightly.
Shi Jiu felt Zhao Luoyang's nervousness. After all, she was still a teenage female family member. She hadn't seen many of her before, so it was inevitable that she would be like this. However, Zhao Luoyang was already much better than he expected.
[Host trust level increases, health value 2]
[Host trust level increases, health value 2]
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Mrs. Yang and Luo Zhenniang came back from washing wild vegetables.
Tao and Ge found a flat, dry place and spread out straw mats, where the family would sleep at night.
Zhao Xueli, Zhao Xuejing, Ding Maosheng and the Niu family discussed getting together in the evening so that they could take turns on duty.
Zhao Xueyi's side was buzzing and he didn't know what he was doing.
Mrs. Yang put down the wild vegetables and walked over to see: "What are you doing again?"
Zhao Xueyi wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Sister Luo asked me to make something."
Old Mrs. Yang looked over and saw a stone firmly tied to a piece of wood.
Old Mrs. Yang said: "This is..."
Zhao Xueyi smiled: "When someone comes, just use it to hit them. I tried it and it works pretty well."
Mentioning Zhao Luoyang, Mrs. Yang remembered it and immediately asked Zhao Yuanrang, who was helping to tie the hemp rope, "Where are your sister and the others?"
Zhao Yuanrang smiled and said, "Sister, I'm cooking. It should be ready soon."
Speaking of food, Mrs. Yang really smelled a sweet smell, drifting slowly with the wind. Could it be that her granddaughter really cooked the rice given by the Song family?