Mi Bao was anxious: "I'm not lazy, I'm still young!"
"You're just lazy!" Mi Bao, a chubby boy who couldn't tell whether he was his uncle or his cousin, said, "I've been here three times and you haven't even gotten up. The wontons I had in the morning were delicious. I originally wanted to leave them for you.
I only ate it when it was dry!"
Mibao: "..."
Oh, forget it! For the sake of the wontons.
Mi Bao looked at the three silly children in front of him with his big eyes.
She discovered that, if she didn't know anything else, her eldest sister-in-law must be very good at raising children. The three children were all chubby and looked nothing like the people in the village or her brothers at home.
The aunt brought the rice out to her, and Fan Weijin took it and said to them: "Go outside and play, don't make any noise here and delay Mibao's meal."
"There's no one outside!" The little fat man complained: "All the children in their village have gone to class, and it's deserted outside."
"What about you?" Second Uncle Fan asked, "When are you going?"
The little fat man said: "My brother-in-law said that after noon, classes will be over over there. He will take us there again so that sir can take a look at the progress of the test."
Mibao cleverly eavesdropped and finally got the number. It turned out that this person was his uncle.
The younger uncle is actually not the tallest, but the second tallest, so the tallest one must be the second cousin, and the shortest one is the younger cousin.
Tang Mingqi came back and said with a smile: "There will be classes at home soon. The Three-Character Classic is almost finished. It is estimated that the Thousand-Character Classic will be taught today. If you want to listen, just listen quietly. If you don't listen, go out and play. Don't make a fuss."
"You also have classes at home?" My uncle was a little surprised: "How do you have classes at home? Who will attend the classes?"
Tang Mingqi explained, and Fan Weijin was still a little surprised: "You guys get along quite well with their family."
"It's Mi Bao," Mi Bao quickly swallowed the wontons and gestured to himself with his little hands: "It's Mi Bao and Madam! Madam is here!"
The younger uncle asked: "What madam?"
Mi Bao said: "She is Mi Bao's wife."
"Hahahaha," several children laughed loudly: "Mibao, you are a girl, how can you have a wife! Little girls can't have wives!"
Mi Bao was so anxious that he stopped eating and pushed his uncle's hand: "No, you don't understand. Madam said Mi Bao can marry a wife! It's said in the book!"
"I don't believe it!" My uncle was unconvinced: "I don't believe it is said in the book. My second brother has also studied. You let the second brother say it!"
"There is it! There is it!"
Mi Bao, who is well-read, has theoretical knowledge and has seen a lot with her own eyes, but she can't show them the books she read, so she can only let Madam take the blame: "That's what Madam said! Madam read it
There are many books, what Madam said must be right! Mi Bao can marry!"
"I don't believe it!" The uncle yelled, easily overpowering her voice: "Let him stand up!"
As soon as Shen Zhen came in, he saw such a Shura field.
Mibao was short, weak, and small. He was no match for his three uncles and brothers. He was so angry that he burst into tears.
As soon as Mi Bao saw him coming, he hugged his hand as fast as he could and raised his little face: "Madam, you have read a lot of books, tell them, tell them!"
Shen Zhen glanced at the three of them.
He was still wearing women's clothes, but he, a little fairy man with a sense of atmosphere, was also born with a chilling effect. The three of them stopped at that time, but the uncle was still a little unconvinced, so he took a few steps back and grabbed Fan Weijin's arm.
, said weakly: "You, you told her that a little girl can't have a wife, right?"
Fan Weijin still held the bowl in his hand and silently held his forehead.
The two looked at each other, and then Shen Zhen said calmly: "What Mi Bao said is right."
Fan Weijin has no principles: "Miss Shen is right!"
"Impossible! A little girl can't have a wife!!" The younger uncle was really anxious, spinning around on the floor, "Then, are you Mi Bao's wife?"
Shen Zhen's face didn't change: "Yes."
The younger uncle was defeated on the spot and began to doubt life: "It turns out that you are really Mi Bao's wife. It turns out that little girls can also marry wives..."
Mi Bao was timid at first, fearing that her military advisor would not help her. When he saw him say this, she felt ashamed and said with a high air: "Now do you understand?! Mi Bao will not lie to you." ! It’s all said in the book! She is Mibao’s wife! He came to teach Mibao’s brother because he was good with Mibao!”
The little uncle was completely confused and lowered his noble head: "So that's it, I was wrong."
Shen Zhen nodded unusually calmly and walked inside: "Let's go to class."
Fan Weijin watched the people go in silently, and then his unlucky brother and two nephews also went in obediently, huddled back and listened.
The fat dumpling was still jumping back and forth at the door proudly, the hedgehog hair on his head swaying. Fan Weijin knocked on the bowl: "Bao'er, do you still want to eat?"
"Don't eat!" Mi Bao didn't even look back, just waved his little hands: "Mi Bao's heart has been filled up by his wife, and there is no room for wontons!"
Fan Weijin: "..."
Hahaha!
You Qi saw Shen Zhen giving a lecture while smiling lightly at the little chubby dumpling... At this moment, he suddenly understood why he had not found a wife until now.
He thought of business, put the bowl on the stove, then went over to pick up the dumplings, and then walked out the door. Mi Bao was not very happy: "What are you doing? Mi Bao still wants to see his wife in class!"
Fan Weijin said: "Let me tell you something serious."
As soon as he heard that it was serious business, Fat Tuanzi became honest. Fan Weijin held her and walked forward leisurely. When he walked to an open space, he said: "Mi Bao'er, your uncle asked me to come and ask you. The old grain is almost sold out. Are there any more? Do you want to continue selling? If there are no more, you have to put up the sign and go out early, at least a day or two in advance, otherwise people will come hungry, have no food to buy, and will kneel and cry. I look so worried."
Mi Bao said: "Yes! There are many!"
Fan Weijin asked: "If so, is there anything bad about it?"
Mi Bao said: "But those are already very bad? There is nothing worse. There are also slightly better ones."
"Don't, don't make it better," Fan Weijin clicked his tongue: "It's already too good, too good. I heard that many people who are not short of food have come to buy it. Can you tell me how good it is? I cook. Just use that to cook and eat it, it’s still delicious.”
Indeed, modern food, after generations of optimization and fertilization, no matter how it tastes, just looks at the appearance, it is much better than today's food.
The fat dumpling blinked his big eyes, and his little body tilted this way and that involuntarily. In fact, he was trying hard to patrol the space.
She suddenly discovered that there was a large amount of biological feed in the space.
That was the feed given to pigs before the end of the world. Its main ingredients were cornmeal, bean cakes, sorghum rice, wheat bran, bone meal, fish meal, etc.
Generally speaking, pig feed adds hormones, trace elements, vitamins, additives, etc., which need to be added according to the weight of the pig, and what needs to be added is different at each growth stage, so they are all added separately, generally Biological data does not contain these things. They are all food and can be eaten by humans.
Moreover, I heard that the food safety of biological feeds before the end of the world has clearly stated regulations that the pig feed produced can be eaten directly by humans and is harmless to the body.
Apart from anything else, it is more nutritious and more filling than eating wild vegetables.
But after all, it is food for pigs. Although it is better to have something to eat than to starve to death, it still feels a little bad.
She is a post-apocalyptic child. She doesn't really care if she eats it herself, but she always feels embarrassed if she feeds it to others.
But at times like this, good food is really not as good as this kind of food.
Because if good grain is not sold at a high price, it will disrupt the market, and other grain merchants will be unable to sit still and will deal with you. But if it is sold at a high price, people who are dying of hunger will simply not be able to afford it.
Only bad, very bad food that others look down upon can be guaranteed to get into the mouths of disaster victims. This is similar to the folk legend that He Shen sprinkled sand into the porridge pot.
Mi Bao was lost in thought, her little face wrinkled, and Fan Weijin was amused by her: "It's okay, we won't sell it if it's gone. It doesn't have to be sold, so don't worry."