They kneaded the remaining bits and pieces into a pile, knocked some water from the large vat in the courtyard, poured them on the gray things, gathered the broken ones into one place, and picked out the ones that could be used in another.

Seeing that these two grandmothers sighed, they felt sorry for the net worth of this lamp officer.

endured the disgust, in the spirit of being able to share more things, these two grandmothers still divided these bits and pieces that Shao Manhoard didn't look up to.

Until now, there is only one place left.

That's ...... The stove room next to the small room.

The cooking place of Zhang Dengguan's house is actually bigger than this side house, pushing open the door and looking at the things inside, Shao Manchu's heart is finally down-to-earth.

No matter how bad this bastard is, he always has to eat.

No matter how particular a person is, this food must be prepared.

There were a lot of things, and in the corner of the big stove were piled up more than half a person high, gray lumps.

If you look closely, it's a food pile mixed with sweet potatoes and artichokes.

It's just that the origin of these things is unknown.

The too much soil and the more than half an inch of seedlings on it made people feel that this was definitely not the product of Zhang Dengguan's own field.

As for the side of the other wall of the large stove, there is a shelf with three horizontal edges.

It is known for pressing with a few large pockets, and only a few bottles and cans are placed on it.

There are not many types, but they can't stand the scale of this jar.

If Shao Manchu's coarse salt was in a small bottle, one jar here would be ten times the size of the other side.

After looking at the two sides, and then looking at the middle, the stove room of Zhang Dengguan's house is like an ordinary peasant's cauldron shed, and there are three or four baskets hanging on the only beam.

Under the gaze of the old village chief, the slender Shao Manchu picked up a half-high stool by the door, stepped on it, and took the basket down.

Each basket contained something wrapped in oiled paper.

Shao Manchu didn't open it, just took out the things and put them next to the stove in turn.

Then, on the other side of the beam, a large string of black-brown sausages hung with a rope was untied.

This kind of smoked sausage is not common in the village, and it is not the kind of intestine that is used to filling during the Chinese New Year in the locality.

On the contrary, it looks like an extremely hard sausage from the Ludong area.

This sausage is made by mixing 7 parts lean meat and 3 parts fat meat, adding a thick fish sauce soy sauce, and feeding it with heavy salt.

Because there are not many audiences near Jeseong and the price is relatively expensive, except for the seafood merchants who often go to Qingcheng and Yancheng, no one will go out of their way to find this kind of sausage to eat.

But Shao Manchu's family had moved from Ludong to Qiu Village, and he had eaten this kind of thing.

So after he took the sausage, which was seven or eight half-arm-long, off the beam, his eyes were reluctant to pull it off the top.

"Hoard, come ......"

A voice of Zhang Luo pulled back Shao Manchu's thoughts.

When he reached the things on the beam, the two grandmothers also put the bits and pieces of the ground in one place.

Those three hundred and ten pounds of big pockets are still waiting for them to open and see.

The old village chief tapped the edge of the pot with a cigarette pouch and pot, and urged:

"Why are you still stunned?"

"I said it in front of the big guy yesterday, all the things of this lamp official's family belong to the three of you, and these words are all thrown out, and the things that are packed up, whether they are more or less, are all your creation. ”

"You don't have to be embarrassed to take it. Although the people in our village are a little cautious, there are really not many people who have bad intentions. ”

"Let you divide ...... Take it. ”

"As long as the three of you don't shout outside, who knows what you've got today?"

"Or ...... You can't trust me, the village chief, am I a person who can talk to the outside world?"

Speaking of this, the old village chief couldn't bear to mingle with this group of slimy girls again, so he walked outside the stove room, and said as he went: "You can divide it first, and I'll go and smoke a bag of cigarettes." ”

"When the cigarette is finished, let's leave!"

Seeing the old village chief leave without hesitation, the two grandmothers couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's not that the two of them think too much. There was only one of them living in this village.

If the news leaks and anyone has bad intentions, I am afraid that these grains will be their life-saving talismans.

Shao Manchu agreed with the caution of the two mothers-in-law, and waited until the old village chief left, and he covered the door for a while, and then asked the two mothers-in-law to open the three pockets.

As soon as the pocket was opened, the three of them hissed in unison.

This bastard who is abducted and cheated, steals and smashes, really has some family background!

The three pockets were filled with valuable grain, one bag was bean grain, and two bags were finely ground grain.

It's just that these fine grains look a little strange.

One of the pockets is a combination of bud flour, millet flour, pea flour, and some rye flour mixed together.

The other pocket contains rice that ordinary people are reluctant to eat, and the rice grains of barley and glutinous rice are mixed.

Everything is a good thing, but it can be mixed together, how can people choose?

In the end, they could only take out a porcelain bowl, according to the grain of one bowl per person, regardless of the variety, and only then did they divide the two bags of things.

Because they took advantage of Shao Manchu in the big house in front of them, these two mothers-in-law gave Shao Manchu the whole bag of beans and grains.

Shao Manchu did not dislike it.

In order to raise money for his father's medicine, he has sold all the autumn grain he collected this year.

The family's food stocks are about to bottom.

I have to wait for half a month to go to work at my first home to get money.

Now, as long as it is something that can be filled in his stomach, he does not dislike it.

Let him keep it, and he will take it safely.

Seeing Shao Manchu holding the ballast was quite happy, the two grandmothers finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they also had a good impression of this kid who had never shown his head in the village.

Not to mention the side, just this indifferent atmosphere is also worth taking care of by them.

It is still to carry the grain to the car, and the rest is the division of those fine ingredients.

The largest amount of fine stuff is sausages and oiled paper packets.

Because of Shao Manchu's excessive desire for this sausage, the two mothers-in-law filled Shao Manchu with an extra one when distributing.

As for the east in the oil-paper bag?

It is a pastry that is not common to people in the village.