Dinner was very simple, with rice, stir-fried leeks and braised snails, and a bowl of steamed eggs that belonged only to Huanxi.

- Of course, for the people of this era, this meal can already be called sumptuous.

"I went to the river two days ago to touch the snails, and I raised them in the water for two days, and the mud and sand were spit out. They also went to love the country, but he and Jingye only touched a little. I gave half of it to them, and my aunt was so happy to see it. At the dinner table, Song Weimin said proudly.

Seeing his nephew like this, Song Erzhu also smiled: "You may have done it for the people, but you can actually cut the snail butt yourself." ”

Before making a snail, the butt had to be cut off with scissors, this job was not simple, and it was really remarkable that Song Weimin could do it as a child.

"That's right, I've got a lot of strength. Song Weimin raised his chin proudly, turned his head and stared at Huanxi again, and said, "Don't rub it, eat all the steamed eggs." ”

Huanxi blinked.

To be honest, the food in front of me is a little less oily, and the taste is really not bad, and the key is freshness. What makes her most glad is that she was reborn in the south instead of the north, even if as a northerner, she is used to eating noodles as the staple food, but if she chooses, she is not happy to be reborn in the north of this society.

The local tyrant's father told her that when he was a child in the countryside, he couldn't eat white noodles a few times a year, and he mostly ate coarse grains with his throat cut on weekdays. Although the north is dominated by pasta, in those days, it was either bud rice cakes or wild vegetable nests, and noodles and dumplings could not be eaten several times a year.

Huanxi has also read a lot of reborn era texts in my previous life, generally as long as it is the background of the sixties and seventies, it is basically based on coarse grains, and white flour rice is a rare thing.

Because of this, she always thought that everyone was like this in the sixties and seventies, but after receiving Xiao Huanxi's memory, she found that it was not the case at all. Although Songjiazhuang is only a small village, there are only about 100 households in total, compared to the village of tens of thousands of people in her hometown that her father told her, Songjiazhuang is simply a small shrimp.

However, the location of Songjiazhuang is the authentic Jiangnan, which is originally the land of fish and rice, and the farmers have never planted rice and wheat in the land, and they have never planted the coarse grains next to it - they will also plant some sweet potatoes in their own fields, the sweet and glutinous yellow-hearted sweet potatoes, and occasionally if the year is not good and the ground is dry, the production team will also let everyone plant the kind of white-hearted sweet potatoes with high yield, but this situation is not much.

That's why I'm happy to be able to eat white rice.

Song Erzhu filled a bowl of rice for Huanxi, and Huanxi ate it all the time, and finally stuffed a bowl of rice into his stomach with steamed eggs.

"Do I want to add anything to you?" asked Song Weiguo on the side.

Huanxi hurriedly shook his head, Song Weimin had already eaten half of the second bowl of rice over there, and Song Erzhu and Song Weiguo had already eaten the third bowl of rice. She is not surprised by this situation, the local tyrant father once said that people in this era have a lot of food because of the lack of oil and water in their stomachs, and it is said that he can eat ten bowls of rice when he is young, and the authenticity cannot be tested.

She was in a daze when someone came.

"Second brother, are you eating?" Song Sanzhu said with a smile as he entered the door.

Behind her, Feng Shuhua held Song Fengzhen, who was only two years old, followed by seven-year-old Song Aiguo, five-year-old Song Jingye and four-year-old Song Meizhen.

"Have you eaten?" Song Erzhu asked.

"I have eaten it, and I also ate the braised snails, thanks to the people, a few small ones ate meat today. Song Sanzhu replied.

"Third uncle, little aunt!" Song Weiguo and Song Weimin shouted.

Huanxi was stunned and hurriedly called people, and when she finished shouting, the four little radish heads led by Song Aiguo also began to call people under the signal of adults.

"Second uncle, Brother Weiguo, Brother Weimin, Sister Huanxi. "The older Song Aiguo and Song Jingye are okay, the two girls below stumble and follow, which makes people feel cute when they look at it.

"How's Huanxi?" Feng Shuhua sat next to Huanxi, grabbed her hand, and said while looking at her complexion: "That kid of the Zhou family is too disagreeable, he pushed people into the river at a young age, it was the time when the spring was cold, and when Huanxi was fished out, he almost ran out of gas." ”

Isn't it out of gas?

Joy lowered his eyes slightly.

Hearing this, Song Erzhu's face on the side was also a little bad, and Song Sanzhu couldn't help but say to Feng Shuhua: "You don't say a word." ”

"What did I say? Isn't it the truth?" Feng Shuhua said angrily: "You don't see what kind of style the old Zhou family is? I know that their family is in difficulty, but no matter how difficult it is, we can't reverse black and white like this? They also say that we teach patriotism and dedication, and they say that it is Zhou Xiaobao's joy, in order to be able to knock on their family, and some people really believe this kind of words! Your son and daughter are arranged like this, so you don't get angry?"

Song Sanzhu sighed, "I can't explain this matter, there were no adults by the side at that time, and it was not good to tear the skin of a village." How could he not be angry, but he knew that he couldn't explain this matter, so he asked his daughter-in-law not to mention it, so as not to make the second brother feel uncomfortable.

Huanxi observed the reactions of the people around her, the four adults, including Song Weiguo, all looked unhappy with calm faces, and a few small ones looked ignorant, Meizhen also leaned on her leg lovingly, pointing to the wound on her head bandaged with gauze and asking her if it hurt.

It's Song Weimin...... The kid's eyes were rolling, obviously he had a bad idea.

The adults were gossiping, and Huanxi was coping with a few children, and when the sky was slightly dark, Song Sanzhu's family took their leave. Before leaving, Feng Shuhua also boiled hot water to help Huanxi wash her feet.

"It's inconvenient to have no woman in this family, if you are happy about this in the future, you will come and call the little aunt if you are happy about it. Before leaving, Feng Shuhua also explained.

Song Weiguo nodded innocently.

The next day, Huanxi woke up early, and she estimated that she was probably the first to wake up in the house, and sure enough, I don't know how long it took for footsteps to be heard outside.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and Song Weiguo walked in with a basin of hot water and an empty basin and a toothbrush cup.

Huanxi breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't pay attention to it yesterday, just now she thought of the problem of the toothbrush, and heard her local tyrant father say that although he had a toothbrush when he was a child, everyone was reluctant to spend money to buy it, and they were all made with willow branches, and it was okay......

After she finished washing, Song Weiguo brought breakfast again.

Seeing him as a big man serving her like this, it was strange to be happy. It's just that although she thinks that she is not a hypocrisy in the mouth of her local tyrant father, she still pays attention to her body, and she doesn't want to leave some sequelae or something for herself in the so-called 100 days of breaking her muscles and bones.

At present, it seems that in a short period of time, he can only make clothes to reach out and eat to open his mouth.