The water in the pot was boiling, and the mother put down the conversation, scooped a bowl of brown rice in the rice bowl, thought about it, and poured back half a bowl.

Mao Yulong snatched the rice bowl in his mother's hand, scooped a full bowl in the rice jar, and washed it directly: "Mother, from now on, don't be so economical in eating, my son will have a way to let our mother and son eat a few of them." Put these brown rice into the pot, make a horizontal log, put it in the pot, and then ask the mother: "Shouldn't there be five buckets of polished rice, where is it?" ”

The mother was reluctant to say: "Your uncle's second sister-in-law, this month's confinement, my mother is worried that there is nothing to look at her, it just so happens that you got back five buckets of polished rice, and my mother wants-"

I found the rice polishing bag hidden behind the rice bowl, and said with a smile while scooping: "According to the rules, it's only five catties, and the rest, every meal, I will steam a bowl of polished rice for my sister." ”

The mother immediately snatched the rice bowl in Mao Yulong's hand: "This can't be done, the rest of the polished rice has to be made up for you, and it is not your sister's share." ”

Mao Yulong snatched the rice bowl again and scooped a bowl of rice again: "The sage said that boys should be poor and girls should be rich, not to mention, my sister is growing her body, how can she be indebted at this time?" I also want to raise my sister to be a handsome and tall lady, and in the future she will marry a rich family, a short, dark and thin man, how can that work? ”

The mother asked suspiciously, "Did the sage say so?" ”

Mao Yulong said firmly: "Of course, the sage definitely said so, and he can't be wrong." ”

Niang has not read a book, but the more this is the case, the more reverence for the teachings of the saint, even to the extent of superstition, every time Mao Yulong fools the mother, he has to use the words of the saint to deal with it, and the result is a hundred trials.

Since it was said by the sage, of course, the mother did not object, but the mother still added half a bowl of polished rice, hoping that the brother and sister would eat polished rice. ”

Mao Yulong poured the rice back again: "The sage said that brown rice is the most nourishing, and I still eat brown rice." ”

The mother was a little dizzy about the unreliable statement that this saint was turning over and over, but seeing her son's serious appearance, she followed him.

When the rice was ready, Mao Yulong carefully washed the bones he bought, and then added water to a large casserole in the yard to boil, and when the whitened bone broth was almost ready, he grabbed a handful of salt and threw it inside, and finally kicked away the flowing Xiao Huang, and scolded with a smile: "Wait a while, you will have a share, what are you anxious about." ”

The meal is ready, the bones are also good, looking at the little sister who squatted on the edge of the big casserole and didn't know how many years she hadn't seen the smell of meat, Mao Yulong was fishing for flesh and bones in the pot, while constantly pinching her ears with hot and painful fingers, and shouted to her little sister happily: "We have bone broth to drink tonight, hurry up and take the basin." ”

The little sister ran into the house happily, brought out a big casserole, nervously and eagerly looked at the milky white bone broth and swallowed saliva, Xiao Huang even pulled her tongue into an insole-length shelf, and her eyes were panting.

The rice was on the table, scooped a bowl of brown rice for the mother and herself, and put the steamed white rice in front of the little girl, then picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of bone broth in the basin, and poured it on the three bowls, and did not forget to pour a little bit of the whining sound of the little yellow bowl under the table, and then took the bowl and saluted the mother in a regular manner: "Mother, please use the rice." ”

The mother was a little choked, and whispered to Mao Yulong with tears in her eyes: "Let's eat together." ”

The rice drizzled with bone broth is really fragrant, and after Mao Yulong's father died in battle, the family has never eaten meat again, in fact, it has never been full again. Now I see a full jar of brown rice, the four buckets of polished rice behind the rice jar, this month, the family can have food and clothing without worry, thinking that the son did not hesitate to put down Xiucai's body and ran around the family for food and clothing, the mother couldn't help but cover her face and cry.

Putting down half of the meal, Mao Yulong hugged his mother's shoulder: "Isn't this good?" Since this month, I have a rice subsidy family, and my mother no longer has to wash and sew for people's pulp during the day, and spin and weave at night, and my little sister can also eat and grow taller, and Xiaohuang doesn't have to go out to hunt wild food, all this is all better, what is my mother sad about? ”

The more she said this, the more sad her mother cried, and Mao Yulong had to keep persuading.

When the meal was finished, Mao Yulong took out a hammer again, smashed those bones one by one, and then used chopsticks to dig out the bone marrow inside and handed it to the little sister: "Come on, eat this, this thing is not only delicious, but also nutritious, the most is calcium, after eating more, you can grow taller, and then you can help my brother carry the bookbox." ”

Originally, I was going to invite my brother to eat first, but as soon as I heard that I could help my brother carry the bookbox after eating this thing, Xiaoya immediately stretched her neck happily, ate the bone marrow on Mao Yulong's chopsticks, and made a sound of chopsticks.

You can't throw away the broken bones, you can come with Xiao Huang first.

Xiao Huang has been thinking about these bones for a long time, and the gnawed is whining. When it was satisfied with its own food, it picked up a piece and rushed out of the door, and then heard the cheerful voice of the little flower of Daddy Zhao's house next door.

Seeing that his mother was a little reluctant, Mao Yulong smiled and comforted: "Isn't this good?" The sage said that it is better to be happy alone than to be happy with all, is this very in line with the way of the sage, and is this also our family style? ”

Although the mother and the two brothers and sisters are very poor, they often do their best to help the poorer neighbors, which is the most simple nature of people in this era to help each other.

Mao Yulong enjoys this simplicity very much, unlike later generations, a unit, living in the opposite door, but it is only three or five steps away, but he does not get along with each other, and he doesn't know who the other door is. It was a kind of loneliness in the hustle and bustle.

The bone marrow was given to Xiaoya, and the remaining bones were buried by Xiaohuang tirelessly all night.

The bone broth in that big casserole also turned into a pot of crystal clear skin jelly in the cold night, and the skin jelly with salt does not like to be bad, plus the weather is cold, within ten days, the family has a nutritious meal.

Comforting the little sister who was full of food and drink to sleep, accompanied by a dim oil lamp, the mother was weaving, and Mao Yulong began to warm the book.

The examination can still be handled, but if you want to try to raise people in the examination institute, you can't just rely on the half a year that you have just crossed over, and you can't learn the little thing you learn temporarily. The examiner must have the so-called real talent that the world needs now.

Traveling to this era, at the beginning, Mao Yulong also wanted to open the golden finger and make a fortune directly. Unfortunately, things are not as simple as Mao Yulong imagined.