When Mrs. Yang found Zhao Luoyang, Zhao Luoyang was looking into the pot. The small mouth pot was too small, so this time she replaced it with the largest earthen pot at home.
"Grandma," Zhao Luoyang saw Mrs. Yang, "the food just happened to be ready. I'm going to call my father, mother, uncle and aunt."
Before Mrs. Yang could speak, Zhao Luoyang had already run away.
"Nai, eat it quickly," Zhao Yuanji said, "This rice porridge is delicious. My sister cooked a pot just now, and we are all full."
Mrs. Yang looked surprised: "Have you finished eating?" So are these things for them? How much rice does the granddaughter need to cook twice?
Now Zhao Yuanbao also nodded: "It's delicious."
It was really delicious. In addition to rice, they also ate eggs, and their stomachs were full now, but they didn't dare to tell Nai, for fear that Nai would feel sorry for the eggs.
Zhao Xueli, Luo Zhenniang and others came over one after another.
The family stood together and looked at the steaming earthen pot.
"This is what Luo Yatou made," Mrs. Yang said even though she felt distressed, "Look, Luo Yatou not only finished the meal with her brothers, but also got so much food for us."
Mrs. Tao's stomach rang first. She was a twin now. She was tired from the journey and hungry quickly. Especially when she smelled the aroma, she felt even more unbearable.
Mrs. Yang stepped forward and took a spoonful.
When I took out the spoon, I found rice porridge that was so thick that it wouldn't fall over even if I lifted my chopsticks.
Luo Zhenniang knew that Mr. Song had given her daughter rice, but she didn't know there was so much.
Mrs. Yang seemed calm and steady, but it was because she was afraid of spilling the rice porridge if her hands shook.
This isn't porridge at all. It's clearly rice. I don't know what else is added to it, but it has an indescribable taste.
"There are also cooking cakes given by Mr. Song in it," Zhao Luoyang said. "If it's not enough, add some wild vegetables picked from the milk."
Mrs. Yang tightly covered the cloth bag in her hand. She put so many things in her hands and wanted to harm the wild vegetables?
"It's enough," Old Mrs. Yang said, "Eat half a can, add water to the rest and boil it, and get another can."
Zhao Luoyang said: "If you add water, you can't get too much rice out. It won't be the same in your stomach, and it will waste energy. If there is not enough to eat, there is still rice, and I will cook it again."
Mrs. Yang's heart immediately jumped up. She stretched out her hand to stop it: "No need to add water, just eat it like this."
Mrs. Yang handed the spoon to Luo Zhenniang. After her little granddaughter talked to Mr. Song several times, she became so good at talking that she almost couldn't handle it anymore.
The adults of the Zhao family began to eat, and several children squatted beside them, watching and laughing.
Ge Shi fed his bowl to Zhao Yuanbao who was standing next to him. Zhao Yuanbao ducked and said, "I'm full."
As soon as they ate this rice porridge, everyone was speechless. It's not like they had never eaten this kind of good rice when their family was in good times, but this time it was different.
Luo Zhenniang looked at Zhao Luoyang: "Is this what you eat too?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded, but there was no compressed biscuit in the pot.
"Why is it still salty?" Zhao Xueli also came over, "You also put meat in it?"
This time, before Zhao Luoyang opened her mouth, Zhao Yuanrang explained for her: "It's a cake with meat in it. There's a lot of meat in it. Sister gave me a dry piece to chew. It's very fragrant."
Zhao Xueli licked it with his mouth and felt it carefully. It was really meat.
After eating good food, my whole body feels better, and the fatigue on my body also dissipates.
"It's been a long time since I've had a full meal," Zhao Xuejing looked at Zhao Xueli, "Thanks to Sister Luo."
Zhao Xueyi smiled naively: "It's more fragrant than the game we made. Don't dare to add salt to pheasant meat. This meat has a salty taste."
Old Mrs. Yang didn't hear this. She was still wondering what the Song family's cooking cakes were made of, and they just disappeared after being put into the pot?
This obviously tastes like meat, but why can’t you see the meat residue? Is this how rich people eat it? What a waste of money.
Zhao Luoyang saw that everyone was enjoying the meal, and he regretted not changing a few eggs and cracking them into the pot. He might not be able to eat them all if they got mixed up.
However, this was the first time that the food from the system was given to the whole family, and it did not arouse anyone's suspicion, so it was considered a success.
Zhao Xuejing was thinking about the child in Tao's belly and put his porridge into Tao's bowl. Tao hurriedly avoided it: "Enough, it's so thick, I can't eat too much."
"Milk," Zhao Luoyang approached Mrs. Yang, "take out the cakes and divide them. Everyone must eat enough in these two days, otherwise the bandits will come and they won't be able to run fast."
Mrs. Yang frowned.
Zhao Luoyang continued: "Otherwise, I still have the cooking cakes given by the Song family here, I will take them out..."
Zhao Luoyang tried to untie the package, but as expected, Mrs. Yang reached out and held her down.
Seeing the reluctance on Nai's face, Zhao Luoyang said: "What is most important right now? Can the chaffy cake in your arms deal with the bandits? You need to be strong. Look at dad and two uncles, they are so thin that they are as thin as a gust of wind."
If you are going to be blown away, can you still protect us?"
As soon as Zhao Luoyang finished speaking, he saw her rolling her eyes.
Can it be blown away by a gust of wind? Is it papery?
Zhao Luoyang didn't care about this and continued: "Also, the shoes on everyone's feet are not good. They will break after running for a few steps, so they must be worn well."
"Then it's you."
Mrs. Yang stared at her granddaughter, but unfortunately her little granddaughter was not afraid at all.
Zhao Luoyang continued: "You can't always think about saving money. Isn't this how sick Sister Xiang is? You can't be too hungry, and you can't bear it when it's time to drink water. You haven't been willing to drink a sip of water all afternoon. This
The problem needs to be corrected.”
Old Mrs. Yang said: "I drank, but you didn't watch."
Zhao Luoyang said: "Everyone went to relieve themselves, I didn't see you going." In fact, she didn't know whether her grandma had relieved herself when she went to pick wild vegetables.
Old Mrs. Yang focused on "relieving herself": "You are still staring at me...have you gone to relieve yourself?"
The amount of water you take in in the wild is very important. If you take in less water than the human body needs, there will be many bad consequences, such as heat sickness and slow reactions.
This is all written in the book.
"Grandma," Zhao Luoyang said, "You see, Mr. Song never forgets to drink water. If you are always thirsty, you will become stupid. What if you forget us all?"
"Nonsense," Old Mrs. Yang said, "Don't believe everything that old man said. The wife of the Jiao family at the entrance of the village, Mrs. Hu Santai, was pregnant with breast milk. She didn't eat or drink for three days and three nights. Isn't she still doing well?" Look at things.
Finally, he asked her for three pennies, not even a penny less.
Zhao Luoyang couldn't argue with her, whether he should trust the system or Hu Santai.
Now she seems to be controlled by the system, and she has no position to question the Jiao family's daughter-in-law and Hu Santai's breasts. What if Hu Santai's breasts are the same as Shi Jiu's?
Zhao Luoyang thought about Shi Jiu's mind, and Shi Jiu immediately sensed it. He knew that Zhao Luoyang was thinking about him, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.
No matter what, Zhao Luoyang persuaded Mrs. Yang, and Mrs. Yang took out the bran cakes and told Zhao Xuejing: "We have the food cooked by Luo Yatou. Give some of the bran cakes I made to the Ding family and the Niu family."
go."
Zhao Xueli and Zhao Xuejing have discussed with the Ding family and the Niu family that they will gather together tonight to thank them. Now the two families are not far away.
Zhao Xuejing said: "In addition to the Ding family and the Niu family, we also asked Blacksmith Wu, but he hasn't responded yet."
There are five people in Wu's family, but after the collapse of the hillside, only Wu was the only one who gave Zhao Luoyang's charm value.
Mrs. Yang waved her hand: "Blacksmith Wu can't make the decision at home. They are not willing to do it, so don't force it."
After all, this matter cannot be made public. If the bandits discover something strange, everyone will be in danger.
After the three brothers of the Zhao family finished eating, they gathered together to think about how to deal with it. There were six members of Ding Maosheng's family, and the only ones who could resist the bandits were Ding Maosheng and his eldest son. The youngest son of the Ding family was twelve years old, and he was still half a boy.
I can only help his mother.
Blacksmith Niu has a family of three. Blacksmith Niu is strong and his son is fourteen years old, so he can help.
Zhao Xueli asked Zhao Xueyi to let his fourth brother protect the three women and children at the critical moment. If the bandits catch up, the six of them can resist for a while.
As for the remaining people who have been relocated, they can't control that much. Together with Mr. Song, they are driving a wedge between the bandits and the government officials. They have bought time and opportunities for everyone. Whether they can seize them depends on the individual.
"Dad," Zhao Luoyang said, "don't forget Mr. Song. He has an old family member next to him. This time the bandits know that the Song family has good things, so they may not be keeping an eye on them."
Zhao Xueli nodded, this is indeed a matter.
While his father was talking to his two uncles, Zhao Luoyang moved to the side of the small fire, and then waved to Zhao Yuanrang: "I have to think of something, and I have to look for Mr. Song later. Please help me keep an eye on it. Don't do it."
Let someone else come over."
Zhao Yuanrang responded, "My sister is doing big things, so she needs to put more thought into it."
Zhao Luoyang picked up a wooden stick, loosened and smoothed the soil in front of the fire, making it easier for the stick to write on it.
Shi Jiu's voice came from his mind: "Are you ready?"