The black-purple sorghum rice, paired with white spotted beans, looks pretty good. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Song Heiniu picked up a mouthful of slightly sticky rice with chopsticks, put it in her mouth and chewed it carefully.

Different from the appearance of rice, this thing is slightly astringent in the mouth, chewy and slightly coarse.

In these years, there are a number of things that can be eaten in the mouth, and ordinary people don't hull the sorghum, but just cook it with the skin.

Song Heiniu chewed the shelled sorghum rice in her mouth vigorously, slowly tasting the pure natural and original taste.

There is a little benefit to the things grown in the field these years, that is, it is pure and pristine, and there is no pollution at all.

swallowed the rice in her mouth, Song Heiniu picked up a chopstick white cauliflower, that is, the young leaf sprouts of nightshade, and was about to send it to her mouth, when her arm was stabbed.

"Sister, what are you going to buy those things for?" asked in a young voice with a round face and thick eyebrows and big eyes that poked Song Heiniu's arm.

That is the younger brother of Song Heiniu's mother, Song Xiao. This guy is twelve years old this year, but the baby fat on his face is still there.

Looking at Song Xiao, who was smiling silly, Song Heiniu tightened the burden in her arms, swallowed her saliva and said, "Sister, this is used to earn silver, you can't touch it, you know?"

Song Heiniu is serious, and the target is the children at the same table as her.

As the eldest granddaughter of the old Song family, Song Heiniu is the oldest child at this table. Of course, sister-in-law Song Xiaochen is more than a year older than Song Heiniu.

However, Song Xiaochen has a big generation, but he can't be compared with Song Heiniu and other juniors.

Song Heiniu has two younger brothers, the eldest brother Song Jun is fourteen this year, and it is when the voice change period is about to pass, so he usually doesn't open his mouth much.

Song Xiao is the second brother of Song Heiniu, and she usually likes to watch Song Heiniu tinker with her rags, and she is a little silly on her face, but she is not less shrewd at all.

The rest are Song Laoer's three daughters, as well as Song Laosi's eldest daughter.

Now, the Song family has so many juniors for the time being. As for the third aunt Mo, who is now pregnant, and the fourth aunt Li, who is about to give birth, whether they are male or female babies are still unknown.

In the family, only Song Laowu, who has been married for two years, has no children now.

Several children are usually very well-behaved and obedient, and they are generally relatively honest. At this time, Song Heiniu said this, and those children all promised not to touch her things.

The pair of twin daughters of Song Lao's second family, who are only more than four years old now, asked Song Heiniu: "Eldest sister, when you earn money, can you buy us flowers to wear and fabrics to make new clothes?"

"I want to eat sugar and fruit. The eldest daughter of the fourth family of Song Laosi, Song Yanyan, who is less than three years old, put forward her own request.

In Song Heiniu's opinion, these are not a big deal, so she agreed one by one and accelerated the rhythm of her mouth.

She had to finish it as soon as possible, so that she could go back to her room by the light of the fire and put her things away.

After the meal, the Wang family was supposed to clean up the dishes and chopsticks and wash something, but the Cheng family who made a mistake took over.

Song Heiniu took advantage of the light of the torch hanging at the door of the dining room and returned to the room that belonged to her.

said that it was a small room, because she shared a room with her sister-in-law Song Xiaochen, and the center of the room was separated by a bamboo row, and the inner room was Song Xiaochen's boudoir.

The outer room where Song Heiniu lives is simply two heavens with the inside.

Song Xiaochen's bed is a real bed, and the bamboo mat and futon on it are all relatively good. In addition, Song Xiaochen also has a small cabinet and a large box.

Song Heiniu's bed is actually not a bed at all, but a bamboo row that is erected on top of a square wooden shelf, and the two ends of the square wooden shelf are cushioned by stone slabs.

On the bamboo rows, a layer of straw is laid first, and then the bamboo mats. On top of the bamboo mat is a patched quilt that has been withdrawn from Wang's quilt.

Even the pillows are also wrapped in straw with rags. The quilt is also worn. Even the cotton is stiff and stiff, and it doesn't keep warm when covered.

However, under such conditions, Song Heiniu actually lived in peace for thirteen years.

Song Heiniu used to hold clothes and other objects only has a large bamboo basket and a basket with ears on the edge.

In that basket, it contained all Song Heiniu's treasures, and it was hanging above Song Heiniu's bedhead.

Song Heiniu touched into the room, climbed onto the "bed" in a hurry, threw the burden in her hand into the basket, and a hanging heart fell to the ground.

The people of the Song family have a tacit understanding. Even if Song Heiniu put the things in this basket, they couldn't touch them.

Song Heiniu, who had put her things away, spread her four hooves of joy, ran into the kitchen and fetched half a bucket of water, carried it back to the room, covered the door, hid in a place surrounded by broken bamboo mats on the side of the bed, simply scrubbed it, changed into clean clothes, and fell asleep.

In such a difficult environment, Song Heiniu thinks that she has to race against time in order to take her family to make a fortune and become well-off.

Early the next morning, Song Heiniu woke up the big rooster of Dazhu's house next door.

On the fifth day, Song Heiniu felt that she had become a real Song family. Even getting up early in the morning and lining up under the fence wall on the west side of the yard, biting wicker and brushing your teeth is a pleasure.

After brushing their teeth, the people of the Song family began their daily routine.

At this time, it was just when the sky was just brightening, and the village was foggy everywhere, and the distant mountains were even more cloudy and foggy, which was very beautiful.

Song Xiaochen followed Wang into the kitchen and began to cook the first meal of the old Song family, millet and green vegetable porridge.

Old man Song took several sons, carried hoes, and all went to the ground.

Mrs. Song carried a basket of firewood ashes accumulated at the door of the stove room to the backyard and sprinkled it carefully on the roots of the vegetable seedlings that had just come out of the tender leaves.

These firewood ashes are not ready to be used as soon as they are burned. It has to be stored under the eaves like this, washed by the rain several times, and then dried in the sun before it can be sprinkled directly in the vegetable field.

Otherwise, it has to be stored in a basket and kept in a dry place for several months before it can be directly applied to the crop.

After all, the alkaline content in the firewood ash is too high, and if it is used as soon as it is burned, the seedlings must be burned and the crops will be alkalinized.

Song Heiniu came out of the open-air thatched house tremblingly, and suddenly felt that the matter of earning money was imminent.

The latrine is a small area enclosed by fine bamboo mats. That is, dig a big pit in the ground, put a large vat in it, put two wooden sticks on it, and put two large stone slabs on it.

People squatting on it are always trembling, and they are afraid of an imbalance, so they plant it in the vat.

What's more, if it rains and the tank is too full of water, and a person pulls something down, the water can splash on the buttocks.

In short, Song Heiniu thinks that even if she continues to live in the thatched hut that leaks rain, she must first get a working thatched hut out.