Not only did Mrs. Tian not spend a penny of her pocket money, but she kept it in a small box as soon as she received it. She also had to ask Old Man Qi to collect it as soon as five taels passed, otherwise she would not be able to sleep well at night.
She would watch Ye Sanni cook from time to time at home. There was no shortage of rice and white noodles in the main room of Lao Qi's family, but Mrs. Tian just couldn't bear to eat them.
If Ye Sanni cooks two meals in a row with rice or white flour, and you have to use these refined grains for the third meal, Mrs. Tian won't say anything. She doesn't have the virtues of the village shrew mother-in-law. She is you.
She sizzles every time you scoop out the flour or rice, and then she has a distressed look on her face the whole time you are cooking and when everyone is eating.
Of course, it would be okay if she was the only one like this, but Mrs. Tian was not the best mother-in-law. If Ye Sanni had been tougher, Mrs. Tian wouldn't have been the same.
The key point is that Ye Sanni and Mrs. Tian are very similar. They both feel that there is a lot of fine grain now, but they cannot just sit back and rest.
Ye Sanni was also clearly partial and had to save good things for her daughter to eat slowly. The daughter's belly was born to only eat fine grains.
So good guy, after Lao Qi's family settled down, it would be better to be on the road to escape.
Except for Qi Baoer, who eats fine grains alone every meal, the others initially ate brown rice or multi-grain steamed buns. Later, Qi Baoer lost his temper, so it was changed to now having one meal a day for the whole family together*
*Refined grains, the other two meals are just the same for Qi Bao'er.
The men in Lao Qi's family have one thing in common with the men in other villages, that is, they basically don't get involved in household matters, especially the kitchen, which is the battlefield for women.
Moreover, people who have suffered for half a lifetime/all their lives don’t have very high requirements when it comes to food. Just say they are full and not hungry.
Besides, there is meat to eat at home from time to time, which is something I never dared to think about before.
Having said that, the question is, why should we eat bad food when we can eat well?
But food is not earned by oneself, nor is money. There are self-respecting people. Even if the brown rice porridge is harsh on the throat, most people are embarrassed to ask for white flour steamed buns.
Don't talk about them, even Qi Bao'er can't say anything at this point, because her grandma and her mother will take turns to perform the tearful eyes in front of her.
If we were to have sex with her, she would be able to force her if she got angry, so let her do it this way...
What else can we do besides quietly turning on small stoves for each family member?
No, the brothers and sisters took me to the mountains to open a small stove again.
They are all extremely skilled, those who gather firewood collect it, and those who light the fire start the fire.
Wrap the plucked, gutted and washed chicken in lotus leaves, wrap it in a layer of mud, bury it in the soil, and then set up a fire on top.
What's even more outrageous is that there is a pot set up on the fire. In the pot, porcelain-white rice porridge is boiling. Sanlang sips the saliva while stirring the porridge with a big spoon to prevent it from sticking to the pot.
Si Lang was washing a handful of wild vegetables by the river, and Six Lang was squatting upstream of Si Lang with his chin propped up as he waited.
From time to time, there would be a few exclamations from the reed marsh not far from them, because the disrespectful old man Qi was looking for wild duck eggs with his grandchildren.
Originally, Old Man Qi didn't want to take the children to look for wild duck eggs, because he didn't think about it at all, and he didn't see wild ducks. How could he have expected that there would be wild duck eggs?
Qilang was still making a fuss and insisted on playing in the water. When the old man Qi couldn't take him to the river, they saw some wild ducks swimming on the other side of the river. However, they didn't notice them at first because of the viewing angle.
After a while, old man Qi came out with his grandson. That's right, for today's small stove activity, all seven of them came, plus one Li Xiaojun and one Qi Wuyou.
But the harvest is not much, after all, it is just a small river, and the reeds are not big. When people sneak in, they only come out with a dozen wild duck eggs packed in their clothes.
"Master, it's enough for one person to eat." Da Lang grinned and was very satisfied.
Without my sister, they only had such a harvest in a short time, which is already a rare good thing.
Old man Qi also had a smile on his face, "After the porridge is cooked, boil the eggs as well. Share one for each person first, and take back any extra for you and my mother to eat."
As for the two mallets, Old Man Qi said that he didn't remember them at all at the moment.
After saying that, the old man Qi looked towards the inner circle with a worried expression, "I don't know if Guaiguai will be back soon."
Da Liang: "Master, my sister asked us to eat by ourselves. Didn't she say before she left that she would stay in the inner circle today and eat with those people?"
Knowing that I was worried about my sister, Daliang advised me again: "Don't worry, I don't care about my sister's own skills. There is nothing in the mountains that can harm her. Besides, there are Yinzai and Xiaoyezi here."
Yin Zai won’t mention it, he is the overlord in the mountains. After arriving here and entering the mountains, he becomes like a fish in water. He doesn’t like to go home anymore and can’t see his shadow all day long.
"Little Coconut is a master, Master. Little Coconut can knock down Dad with just one call."
Although his own father had lost face, Da Lang still admired Little Coconut very much. He was the most powerful person besides his sister. With just a slight push from his hand, his father actually fell back two or three meters.
It was too far to stop.
His father couldn't even beat the prison yamen.
Here is another interlude:
When Qi Baoer came to Beijing, Xing Yatou came to Qijia Village many times.
One time was to give a gift to Lu Tongfan.
Lu Tongpan was grateful for Qi Bao'er's help and wanted to befriend her. After receiving the monthly gift from the yamen, he took half of it and prepared to send it to Qijia Village.
It happened that when Lu Tongxuan was explaining to his servants at the gate of the yamen, he was overheard by the head of the yamen who was passing by. The head of the yamen said that he was about to go to Qijia Village, so it would be better for him to take him directly.
The second time was when Xing Yatou was at work/passing by Qijia Village. Xing Yatou said there was no rush, so he turned into the old Qi family’s big room and sat there for a while.
Just like this, the relationship between Xing Yatou and Lao Qi's eldest family is almost like that of a close relative. We often exchange gifts with each other. How many kilograms of meat and handfuls of wild vegetables are given to Lao Qi's eldest family?
Give rice, flour or pastries.
No, Xing Yatou noticed that people in Qijia Village were practicing martial arts since he came and went often. Well, anyway, Xing Yatou couldn't tell what kind of martial arts it was. It was weird, but he looked at each move and moved it.
Quite energetic.
Xing Yatou himself is also a man of great skill, but it is a family tradition, and it is passed down from male to female.
It is said that Wen Wu is the best and Wu Wu is the second. After seeing Qi Kangan practice sword and boxing skills several times, Xing Yatou had the idea of competing with him.
What Xing Yatou is practicing is also external Kung Fu without internal strength. The most important thing is the moves and speed.
As for Qi Kang'an, Qi Bao'er only taught moves at first. Later, after learning that there are gods and internal energy masters in this world, this girl shamelessly ran down and beat up an envoy who was an internal energy master in life.
Come to the inner strength and mental method.
It's just that Qi Kang'an was too old when he started practicing. He used to be poor and had a lot of money. Now he has to recuperate his body first. And even after recuperating, it will be difficult for him to become a master in terms of internal energy.
Therefore, Qi Kang'an also attaches great importance to foreign martial arts. He is very strong and continues to improve his speed.
No, Xing Yatou had less than a hundred moves to compare with him. The wooden knife in Qi Kangan's hand hit Xing Yatou's neck.
