Erzhu's Han family unanimously agreed that it would be heartless to let a beautiful little girl who was only ten years old walk home by herself for ten days.

The donkey wondered, is the spirit donkey really transparent?

Of course, after the Han family knew how strong their daughter (little sister) was, they finally understood that it was the wrong family, but this is a later story, and the current Han family is still very dissatisfied with the practice of a certain Taoist priest.

So in the midst of a lot of resentment, the Han family invariably threw all the thank-you banquet eight hundred miles away.

Han Chuxue secretly patted his little chest, fortunately he kept a hand when he was smart enough to make up the story, otherwise where would he find a life-saving teacher to let the Han family thank him.

The family was chatting happily, when suddenly some strange voices came out.

Han Chuxue blinked, silently looking at Xiao Zhengtai beside him, and the voice seemed to come from him.

Erzhu was immediately blushed by her, touched his stomach, and smiled embarrassedly.

Xiuniang slapped her forehead in a trance, "Oh my God, I forgot to cook." ”

It's past noon outside, isn't it time for lunch?

Xiuniang and the second girl hurriedly stood up and ran out of the gate, and turned into another small house next to it.

When he walked in just now, Han Chuxue had observed the independent room, and now it seems that he was not mistaken, it was really the kitchen.

Thinking that this is an authentic farmhouse meal, the cold and early snow can't help but have some expectations, thinking that it is very time-consuming and effort-consuming to eat an authentic farmhouse meal in modern times, and it can be eaten every day in the future, and I am secretly happy when I think of it.

After a ding-dong sound, I didn't smell any vegetables, and I didn't hear any sound of stir-frying.

Xiuniang walked in front with a coarse porcelain basin, and the big girl held a stack of bowls and chopsticks in her hand.

Is this meal ready?

When the coarse porcelain basin was put down, Han Chuxue curiously stretched his neck and looked, the green and green pot should be vegetable soup, but it seemed to have added something else, a little mushy.

Authentic farmers usually only ask for cooked, especially when they cook for their own families, so this vegetable soup with no color and aroma does not make Han Chuxue have any other thoughts.

But when the big girl re-entered the kitchen and took out a bowl and put it alone in front of her, she was a little confused.

"What is this?"

The bowl in front of her should be filled with rice, but the color is yellow and yellow, with a little unclear color that I don't know whether to say gray or black, not to mention the spiritual rice she has eaten in the past ten years, that is, she has never seen rice of this color in her twenty-five years of modern life experience.

Her question was actually out of curiosity, but when she heard the ears of Xiuniang and the others, it was a completely different matter.

Xiuniang was suddenly a little at a loss, and Ai Ai said, "This is brown rice, Erya, are you not used to eating it, or your mother will borrow two eggs and come back and cook egg custard for you to eat." ”

The daughter came back too suddenly, she was patronizing and happy just now, completely forgetting that there was no food at home, and only remembered when she was cooking, but at that time it was already a meal and she was embarrassed to borrow it from someone else's house, so she cooked the only little brown rice left, and thought that it was impossible to get used to eating brown rice with the bright clothes of the little daughter.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she shouldn't be, and her eyes were red, so she wanted to get up and borrow eggs.

The other people in the room were silent and didn't speak, but Erzhu was probably too young to hide his words, so he couldn't help but say, "Mother, the grain we borrowed earlier hasn't been repaid, and now who is willing to borrow us?" "Not to mention eggs.

The only brown rice is the best food for the Han family, it is specially reserved for the injured father to eat, others just want to eat it and can't eat it, now to Han Chuxue to eat, she is still not used to eating, Erzhu couldn't help but glared at this pampered little sister with some dissatisfaction.

After all, Han Chuxue is not really a ten-year-old baby, and she understands most of the meaning contained in Erzhu's eyes, and she is embarrassed and can't help but sink at the same time, what is this family so poor.

Stretched out her hand to sit down Xiuniang, who stood up, Han Chuxue smiled, "Mother, it's not that I'm not used to eating, but I haven't eaten it so I'm just a little curious, I don't like eggs, but I have to taste this meal." ”

As she spoke, she picked up the bowl and took a big bite of brown rice into her mouth, she actually wanted to show that she didn't dislike this bowl of rice with her actions, but the result was that she underestimated the brown rice and the rough Cheng dù, and when she swallowed too much in one bite without psychological preparation, she was stuck in her throat and couldn't swallow it.

Seeing that she was choking, the whole family was anxious.

Xiuniang walked behind her and kept beating her back.

Daddy Han, who had an injured leg, was anxious to blush and have a thick neck, "Quickly pour a bowl of water." ”

Dazhu and Da Ya ran to pour water in unison.

Erzhu was in a hurry, grabbed his "vegetable soup" and poured it into Han Chuxue's mouth, "Little sister, drink quickly." ”

After a hurry, I poured another bowl of water with the "vegetable soup", and the brown rice that almost killed me was finally swallowed.

Wiping the tears that were choked out, Han Chuxue stroked her face, she was so embarrassed, thinking that she was a person in her thirties in two lifetimes combined, and she could still choke when she ate.

Looking at the nervous family surrounding her, she was moved and sad at the same time.

After tasting the vegetable soup, she guessed it without asking, it was only afraid that it was not the soup, but the rice of this family, no wonder she had to take another meal, no wonder she only held a pot of soup but did not hold the rice, the family was so poor that she couldn't even afford to eat the brown rice that buttoned her throat.

No wonder the master would say that he has the cause and effect of the dust and wants to come back by himself, if he is a carefree cultivator who eats and drinks dew (non-derogatory), but he can't even eat bran and swallow vegetables, and it is strange not to be thundered by the sky.

I have to find a way to get this family out of poverty and become rich, but when I went down the mountain, the master said that it was not allowed to use the Taoism of Yunwu Mountain to seek money and future, so as not to be regulated by the way of heaven, and with my limited knowledge of a modern otaku, what should I do?

In the early days of the cold snow, he recalled the farming and business fortune he had seen before.

And her silence made the Han family think that she was disgusting her family, and they were suddenly gloomy.

Dazhu thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go to the mountain to see if I have caught any wild things in the trap before." ”

If you have it, you can exchange it for some white rice and come back for the little sister to eat.

So saying, he got up to go out.

The eldest girl said worriedly, "Big brother, if you go up the mountain at this hour, you won't be able to come back at night." ”

It's already afternoon, and it takes hours to go back and forth to the mountains, not to mention that Dazhu still wants to catch wild things.

Xiuniang was also worried and wanted to stop talking, she understood the thoughts of the eldest son, but it was very dangerous on the black mountain in Tianyi.