Zhang Ran shirked again and again, but he still couldn't resist the enthusiasm of Sankui's family, and in the end, not only was Sankui's mother forced to stay at Sankui's house to eat a bowl of corn, but when he left, he was forced to stuff most of the corn in a clay pot.

When Zhang Ran returned home with half a jar of corn, it was already more than half an hour later. Through the gap between the dilapidated gates, Zhang Ran could clearly see the flickering firelight in his small courtyard...

Pushing open the courtyard door, Zhang Ran saw at a glance that there was a small person squatting there in front of the fire pond in the courtyard, adding firewood to the stove fire.

And the mother Zhang Li is standing by the fire with a long wooden spoon, slowly stirring in the clay pot, her eyes sweeping the door from time to time, and there seems to be a trace of worry between her eyebrows.

"Mother, Sui'er! I am back! ”

Zhang Ran took a deep breath, shouted at the mother and daughter in the yard, and then strode towards the front of the fire pit...

"Brother, brother! Brother is back! A crisp cry came from the courtyard, and then a little girl in an old linen dress dropped the stick in her hand and stood up with excitement on her face, her big sparkling eyes full of surprise in the light of the fire.

"Mother, this is the corn that Uncle Zhang Meng asked me to bring back, saying that I was asked to boil some porridge to nourish my body. I wanted to refuse, but I got it back. ”

Zhang Ran said as he walked up to his mother and handed the clay pot in his hand to his mother.

"Well, since it was given by your Uncle Zhang, then let's accept it. Ran'er, you remember, our family owes you too much kindness to Uncle Zhang, and my mother will definitely not be able to pay it back, but my son will have a chance in the future, and I must find a way to pay it back! ”

Zhang Li took the clay pot from Zhang Ran's hand and gently put it aside. Then, he took the bowl and chopsticks, scooped out a bowl of milky white fish soup from the jar with a wooden spoon, and handed it to Zhang Ran.

"Okay, Grandma! I've written it all down! ”

"Hey, it's so fragrant!"

Zhang Ran couldn't wait to take the pottery bowl in his mother's hand, sniffed it gently, then picked up the chopsticks and devoured it.

The wild crucian carp has fine flesh, which is very suitable for stewed soup, and after boiling for more than half an hour, the taste is abnormal, and it is easy to arouse Zhang Ran's appetite.

I ate three bowls of meat and soup in a row, until I felt that I couldn't eat anymore, so I stopped my chopsticks and hummed while holding my stomach.

While Zhang Ran was feasting, her sister Sui'er and her mother also picked up the dishes and chopsticks and began to eat.

Because there are a lot of fish caught this morning, enough for more than ten catties, so many fish are enough for Zhang Ran's family to let go and eat.

Therefore, today's dinner was very comfortable, and even Zhang Li ate more than ten pieces of fish and drank two large bowls of fish soup.

Soon, a full eight or nine fish, a large jar of fish soup entered the stomachs of the three of them, and even the last bit of fish soup was drunk by Sui'er.

It wasn't until the family of three was full of food and drink and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks that Zhang Ran suddenly slapped his head and screamed: "Oops, the crab forgot to steam!" ”

Seeing this, Zhang Li couldn't help but sneer, then shook his head and said with a smile: "You're full, is it still useful to talk about this... I think I'd better keep those crabs for tomorrow morning! ”

"That's all there is to it!"

Zhang Ran nodded a little sullenly, he couldn't eat crabs, especially when he couldn't eat a few crabs in front of his sister Sui'er, Zhang Ran was a little unhappy...

Seeing that Zhang Ran was as sad as if he had lost dozens of dollars, Zhang Sui'er couldn't help rolling her eyes, and said with disdain on her little face: "Hmph! What is so delicious about crabs! Or the fish is the best..."

"You..." Zhang Ran's eyes widened, looking at his sister in annoyance, feeling that his breathing was a little short...

But he is a big man, and it is impossible to really deal with a little girl, so he chattered for a long time and didn't say a word, so he had to flick his sleeves and drop a sentence: "I'm full, I'll go to sleep!" ”

Then, he ran back to his house.

In ancient times, life was extremely lacking in entertainment, and in addition to the fact that they had to work in the fields tomorrow, after dinner, the family of three simply cleaned up, extinguished the bonfire, and went back to the house to rest.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Zhang Ran got up early, stepped on the morning light, followed the path to the river, and pulled the fish basket that was placed in the river yesterday out of the river.

Then, pour the fish and shrimp caught last night into the smaller one, and when the water is drained, return home with the basket.

When I got home, my mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and Zhang Ran put the fish basket in the corner of the kitchen. Walking up to his mother, he opened the clay pot curiously and looked at it, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the corn boiled in the clay pot was the corn that he got back from Sankui's house yesterday.

There is a whole half jar of millet porridge, and there are some small pieces of chopped fish meat in it, which smells fragrant and makes people appetize.

"Finally, I don't have to eat bean custard anymore! What sweet bean soup, how can there be a hint of sweetness, I hate boiled soybeans! ”

Zhang Ran vomited a few words in his heart angrily, even he didn't expect that one day, it would be such a touching thing to be able to eat a meal of meat porridge.

The minced pork porridge (porridge) made by my mother not only smells good, but also tastes very good.

Although the porridge is only filled with some fish, it does not taste too much fishy smell, but is filled with the aroma of millet porridge.

After eating two large bowls of minced meat, Zhang Ran was full of energy, and together with his mother and sister, he carried a hoe and a basket on his back, and went to work in the field.

After two days of hard work, Zhang Ran's family's ten acres of irrigated fields on the west bank of the Qingshui River have almost been cleared seven or eight acres. There are less than three acres of land left, which is no longer a problem for Zhang Ran, who is already familiar with weeding work and has gradually mastered weeding skills.

The only thing that made Zhang Ran dissatisfied was that the guy in his hand was too difficult to use. This kind of backward stone hoe, which should have been eliminated a long time ago, is too laborious to draft. Every time Zhang Ran swings a hoe, he has to use a lot of force to eradicate the weeds in the field, which doesn't feel like weeding, but more like a hammer...

"Picked" the iron for more than half an hour..., oh no, except for most of the grass, Zhang Ran felt that his arms were a little sore, so he dropped the hoe, sat on the field, and sighed quietly: "Alas, the family is still too poor, and I can't even afford a decent hoe, it's really miserable... If you have a chance, you must buy a few sharp iron hoes, otherwise sooner or later you will be exhausted by this thing..."