Mark's sons all held a clay bowl in their hands, looking longingly at the lizard broth in the clay pot.
Mark took in this scene and couldn't help but smile lovingly on his face.
He thought for a moment and then said to his wife, "Go and take out the snow salt I bought last time."
Snow salt is a new product in the village grocery store these days. I don’t know where the lord got such white salt. It is like snowflakes and has no bitter taste at all.
As soon as it was launched, it was enthusiastically sought after by the "gentle people" in the small village of Nisei.
So its price is not low, it can be called high.
Mark also had the confidence to buy a little bit of snow salt because of the higher and higher remuneration his son Kerimak received.
The original plan was to keep it at home for emergencies.
When distinguished guests arrive, for example, when your son Kerry's friends in the escort team come over, you can show off the snow salt to show respect and attention to the distinguished guest.
Mark wanted to take out the snow salt and use it today, which made his wife look distressed, "This..."
"Take it out! You have worked so hard for so long, let the children have a taste!"
"Okay!" Mark's wife wanted to say something else, but her sons already cheered.
So Mark's wife stopped insisting and took out a small, shriveled bag from a hidden corner.
Mark's wife first wiped her hands on her body, then stretched out two fingers, pinched a little white salt from the bag, and threw it into the broth in the clay pot.
"Add a little more." Mark pursed his lips and said.
Mark's wife rolled her eyes at her husband, then pinched a little more from the shriveled bag and threw it into the broth.
"A little more! A little more!" Mark said, a little dissatisfied with his wife's stinginess.
Mark's wife glared at her husband angrily, then angrily pinched some more snow salt and threw it into the clay pot.
Mark suddenly cried out in distress, "That's enough! That's enough! Why are you doing so much!"
Mark's wife then groaned and hid the bag.
Mark was still worried about the amount of snow salt. While stirring the lizard broth with a clay spoon, he was still scolding his wife, "Sowing so much? Doesn't the snow salt cost money?"
Mark's wife curled her lips and didn't reply.
Mark was quite helpless. The raw rice had already been cooked, so what was the use of talking about it?
He closed his mouth and spooned a bowl of broth for his wife, son and himself.
One bowl per person, the portion is just right!
The clay pot is empty.
Mark poured warm water into it and continued to cook it on the red clay stove. Then he took a loaf of green bread baked with a mixture of sweet flour and rye, cut it into several slices, and then placed it in a clay pot.
Raise and slowly soften.
At this time, Mark picked up his pottery bowl and was about to take a sip.
One of his sons could no longer control his mouth and started to drink the broth without caring that it was burning his mouth.
"It's so hot!" As soon as he took the broth into his mouth, the son couldn't help but screamed, and a trace of broth flowed out from his mouth.
"Father, it's so hot! So salty!" The son's face was full of happiness.
Mark saw it and immediately felt dumbfounded!
If days like this could go on forever, that would be great!
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In a dilapidated and old double-story wooden building in the Bronx, a slum area in the city of Patras, Adams lived in a cold cabin.
The five members of the Adams family, plus the Smith family and the Collis family from the small village of Nice, were gathered tightly together.
Between them, there was a thin candle emitting black smoke. Its flame was weak, bringing a negligible light to this cold room and a little warmth to these dozen people.
The dozen or so people looked at each other in silence, looking hopeless and numb.
The candle burned quietly with a slow and steady attitude.
Time is like the wind, blowing into the hut without mercy and leaving without any nostalgia.
Soon, the thin candle burned to the end and was about to burn out.
Kyle Adams was embarrassed for a while, struggled for a while, and then wanted to stand up.
"Kyle, what are you going to do?" Adams noticed his son's abnormality and asked coldly.
Although Adams wanted to maintain his father's majestic posture, his weak speech and hoarse voice still exposed his weakness.
"...The candle is almost burnt out! I'm going to get a new one!" Kyle Adams struggled for a moment, and then answered truthfully.
In the dim light, other people's eyes glanced over at him with different expressions.
"No!" Adams denied without hesitation.
The other people's eyes suddenly dimmed.
"Father, I'm cold!" Kyle Adams begged.
"You're not the only one who feels cold! Go to sleep! You won't be cold when you sleep!" Adams' voice sounded so ruthless.
Kyle Adams's eyes darkened.
Perhaps Adams felt that he had spoken too harshly, a trace of apology flashed in his eyes, he hesitated for a moment, and a desperate bitter smile appeared on his face, "Viscount Green took away the city building fee of one gold pis coin from each of us.
The whole winter is still very long, we must save some money and wait for the arrival of spring!"
The Smith and Collis families were speechless.
It was Viscount Green's continuous exploitation under various names, as well as the constant extortion by the gangsters in the slums, that made their family's reserves less and less.
The three families who originally lived independently chose to live together and share the expenses in order to save accommodation costs and stay together for warmth.
In the snowy winter, I didn't even want to light a fire, so I relied on a candle every night to spend the long cold nights.
Adams' other son, Rick Adams, suddenly cried, "Father, I'm hungry!"
Food is also an expense that needs to be controlled.
From noon to now, Rick Adams has only eaten a little bit of mushy paste, which was also mixed with sawdust and chaff.
Hearing this, other people's eyes glanced over again, with longing in their eyes.
Adams felt unhappy after hearing this, but he could only say with a straight face, "Rick, you've already eaten! We've all eaten today's dinner! It's gone! We can only wait for tomorrow! Go to bed."
Rick burst into tears when he heard this. He cried, "Father, I'm so hungry. My stomach is cutting like a knife..."
Adams's wife and Rick's mother felt distressed after hearing this, and said, "How about making some more paste and eating it."
Adams almost agreed, but his reason still made him hard-hearted. He said mercilessly, "No! What will we eat tomorrow? What will we eat in the future? What will we do this winter?"
Everyone else's eyes were dim.
Rick Adams threw himself in his mother's arms, whining.
"Uuuuuuuuuah... I really wish that under the Baron, the Baron would never let us go hungry!"
He said everything else was fine, but when he mentioned this Adams got angry.
He roared and scolded his son, "If you miss, go back! Maybe you can see your respected Baron William in the bellies of those lizard men. I will pretend that we have never seen him before!"
After being scolded by Adams, Rick Adams cried even louder.
The more Adams cried, the more upset he became.
He cursed fiercely, "Stop crying! If you want to cry, go out and cry!"
Rick immediately stopped crying and twitched.
Adams seemed even more upset and angry, with a breath held in his chest but unable to vent it.