But when you smell the meat and listen to your son’s words, why do you think it’s so true?
Could it be those dried meats from Sister Luo? Although the dried meats are delicious, they can’t be used in such a big battle!
The donkey cart arrived at the entrance of the West Village. Everyone got off the cart. Luo Zhenniang pulled Zhao Yuanrang: "What did you just say?"
Zhao Yuanrang swallowed the saliva in his mouth: "Meat, we have meat to eat today. My grandma and everyone stewed it. It is enough for two sheep. Our sixteen households can be full."
Everyone was stunned there, staring at each other, unable to believe what they heard.
Two sheep?
impossible!
Even if they had money to buy two sheep, no one would be willing to stew them like this. They didn't know how much money a sheep sold for now, but they definitely didn't dare to buy it.
"It's true," Zhao Yuanrang looked at everyone stunned and said hurriedly, "Didn't my sister go to the stockade? The people in the stockade gave it to her."
After saying this, everyone realized what was going on. Sister Luo was picked up by people from the village early this morning.
Zhao Xueli came to his senses first and greeted everyone: "Let's go quickly and go back and have a look!"
As everyone walked towards the village, Zhao Xuejing saw several children from the East Village looking over, apparently attracted by the aroma.
Although everyone lived in Fengxia Village, the people in the East Village were as wary of them as they were of thieves. To avoid suspicion, they naturally did not talk to the people of the East Village.
Zhao Xueli walked at the front and followed the scent to his yard.
The yard was already full of people, old and young walking back and forth. Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Tao cleared the yard, with earthen bricks on the back and wooden boards on top, with bowls brought from various houses placed on them.
Although the weather is cold, fortunately it doesn't snow, so everyone can eat in the yard.
Although Mrs. Yang felt that it was a bit shabby, no one cared about it. All her eyes were looking at the kitchen.
In the kitchen, firewood was constantly being fed into the stove, and the whole room was burning with steam. As soon as the curtain was lifted, the rich aroma of meat steamed out. Both adults and children felt that this was a fairyland.
What kind of life do the gods in the sky live? Isn’t it just enough food and clothing?
The mutton soup in the pot was bubbling "gurglingly", the meat had been stewed until it was soft and rotten, and the radish filled with soup juice was also rolling in the soup, and the aroma penetrated straight into the stomach.
Zhao Luoyang looked at the pots of mutton and radish. She was really cruel this time and wanted everyone to eat well.
Mrs. Cao and others brought radishes from home, and Mrs. Yang gritted her teeth and stewed them all in.
Since you want to eat, you are full.
The past six months have not been easy. From the time I came out of home to now, let alone the holidays, it’s good to be alive. Let’s make up for it together this time.
In his mind, Shi Jiu said: "There is no one here now, let's taste it. Is it delicious?"
Zhao Luoyang didn't have that intention at all, but when Shi Jiu encouraged her, she couldn't bear it. Not only for a while, but also before the food was served, if she took a bite by the stove fire, it would feel particularly delicious.
Zhao Luoyang looked into the pot, found a piece of mutton with chopsticks, picked it up smoothly, and was about to put it in his mouth.
"Slow down, don't burn it."
Shi Jiu's voice came again.
Zhao Luoyang blew a few puffs before eating the mutton.
There is a milky aroma in the mutton. The mutton becomes soft when you bite it, and the soup seems to be sweet.
Shi Jiu asked: "Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious," Zhao Luoyang said subconsciously, "you should try it too."
As she spoke, she went to pick up the meat again, but soon she realized that Shi Jiu was in the system and he couldn't eat it, so she changed her mind and picked up a piece of radish.
"I'll eat this piece for you." Zhao Luoyang smiled and put the mutton into his mouth again.
This time she didn't wait for Shi Jiu to speak and asked directly: "Is it delicious?"
Shi Jiu said: "It's delicious."
It was as if this piece of radish was really eaten by Shi Jiu.
Zhao Luoyang laughed. He just reminded her of the little mute. He always accompanied her to eat secretly in front of the stove fire. After the little mute left, she never ate again.
Because it’s really meaningless to do this alone.
Zhao Luoyang said: "It's a pity that what you eat is radish, which is not as fragrant as mutton."
Shi Jiu smiled and said, "I'll eat another piece of mutton later."
Zhao Luoyang felt strange again in her heart. She subconsciously looked around her. At this moment, it really looked like a little mute accompanying her.
But it is obvious that the little mute is the prince.
What's wrong with her? Why does she feel like everyone is a mute?
The kitchen curtain was opened again, Zhao Luoyang turned around and saw a stunned Luo Zhenniang.
Luo Zhenniang took a deep breath.
There was indeed mutton, and a lot of it. The pots and basins were all stewed, and the pot was still cooking.
A few old ladies made stacks of wild vegetable pancakes.
Is this the Chinese New Year? Luo Zhenniang feels that even if the New Year is celebrated, it will not be like this. The main reason is that there are too many people eating together, and there are many people preparing a lot of food, which makes it extremely lively.
"Don't be stunned," Mrs. Yang picked up her waist and told several young wives, "Before you didn't come back, you took it out early to avoid being cold. Now that everyone is here, take it out and start serving it."
Mrs. Yang waved her hand: "Don't think about anything else tonight, everyone needs to be full, so our work is not in vain."
Luo Zhenniang nodded, first reached out and touched the top of Zhao Luoyang's head, and then went to serve the mutton.
The hot mutton was in their hands, it was more valuable than anything else. The wives carefully walked forward and placed it on the wooden board.
Before he could say anything, he heard the sound of swallowing coming from beside him.
Zhao Xueli glanced at it and couldn't look away for a long time, and naturally the rest of the men did the same.
Ding Maosheng said: "I never expected that I would see mutton after a trip. The village gave Sister Luo more money than we have earned these days, right?"
Niu Daochang said: "Sister Luo also found the work in Wangjiazhuangzi."
Ding Maosheng nodded: "It's the same at Huangjiazhuangzi. We can settle down in Taozhou because of Sister Luo."
They thought that the situation would get better in the future and they would do more for the Zhao family. Now they understand a little bit that what they do can never live up to what they owe, and what the Zhao family relies on is either Zhao Xueli and a few brothers, or Sister Luo.
From now on, I will listen to Sister Luo in everything. If there is a need for them, it's hard to say anything else. They can spare their lives at critical moments.
Mrs. Yang said: "Quick, serve it up and eat it! Don't just sit there in a daze. After you finish eating, go to the kitchen to serve it up."
When several daughters-in-law heard this, they immediately picked up bowls to serve it.
"Full, full."
The children watched eagerly as the bowls of mutton and radishes were filled with soup, and a small point emerged from the radish and meat.
"The older ones eat first."
Seeing that no one dared to step forward to get it, Mrs. Yang immediately called to Mrs. Cao.
The old man took it and gave it to the children.
There was no place to sit, so everyone stood aside. The children were afraid of being burned, so they used clothes to cushion them.
Soon the sound of soup was heard in the yard.
"Mom, it's so delicious."
The youngest member of the Wei family, who was only able to speak, spoke first.
Everyone nodded along.
"fragrant."
The heat was steaming, blurring everyone's eyes.
This year I have been feeling uncomfortable since I moved here, and even more so after winter. No matter how much I wear, I feel cold. But after a bowl of mutton and radish soup, I feel warm all over.
After working hard all day, everyone felt that their fatigue was gone. When they looked up at their father, mother and children, they felt that their day was not bad.
Even if you suffer a little, it's worth it.
The last ones to come back were Mr. Song, Song Er, Shi Ping and Feng Laosan.
They sold a donkey cart's worth of charcoal and felt indescribably happy along the way.
Holding the heavy amount of money, thinking about the red eyes and happy expressions of those who bought charcoal, and thanking them repeatedly when leaving, Shi Ping felt that they had done the right thing.
Although I earn less this way, I feel comfortable and can help the village collect more rice by making more trips.
Mr. Song also checked some books and got some idea of what Zhao Luoyang asked. When he goes back, he will let the little fox understand clearly that Mr. will always be Mr.
When they arrived at the village, they were first attracted by the smell of meat, and then found that the village was quiet, with no one walking back and forth.
What's going on?
Several people followed the scent and found the Zhao family.
Then I saw people in the yard, all holding bowls and sweating profusely from eating.
Zhao Luoyang spotted Mr. Song and Shi Ping first, and immediately came forward and said: "Sir, you are back. Come and eat some meat, stewed mutton and radish."
Shi Ping took a deep breath. They had only been out for one day, right? In one day, everyone in the village could eat mutton and radishes.