Mark's sons each held a clay bowl in their hands and stared at the lizard broth in the clay pot.

Mark took this scene into his eyes and couldn't help but smile lovingly on his face.

He thought about it for a moment, and then said to his wife, "Go and get the snow salt I bought last time." ”

Snow salt is a new product from the grocery store in the village these days, and I don't know where the lord got such white salt, like snowflakes, there is no bitterness at all.

As soon as it was launched, it was warmly sought after by the "upper class" in the small village of Nisse.

So its price is not low, it can be called high.

Mark is also because of his son Kerry Mark's higher and higher salary, so he has the confidence to buy a little snow salt.

The original plan was to keep it at home in case of emergency.

When a distinguished guest arrives, for example, when his son Kerry's friends in the escort team come over, he can take out the snow salt to show off his respect and attention.

I don't want Mark to take out the snow salt and use it today, which makes his wife feel distressed, "This ......"

"Take it out! It's been so hard for so long, let the kids taste it! ”

"Okay!" Mark's wife was about to say something, and her sons were already cheering.

So Mark's wife stopped insisting and took out a shriveled bag in a hidden corner.

Mark's wife first wiped her hands on her body, then stretched out two fingers, pinched a little snow-white salt out of the bag, and threw it into the broth of the clay pot.

"Add a little more." Mark pursed his lips and said.

Mark's wife gave her husband a blank look, then pinched a little more from the shriveled bag and threw it into the broth.

"One more plus! A little more! Mark was a little dissatisfied with his wife's stinginess and said.

Mark's wife glared at her husband angrily, then angrily pinched some more snow salt and threw it into the clay pot.

Mark suddenly cried out in distress, "Enough! That's enough! What are you doing with so much! ”

Mark's wife snorted and hid the bag.

Mark was still worried about the amount of snow salt, stirring the lizard broth with a clay spoon, and still counting his wife, "So much?" Doesn't snow salt cost money? ”

Mark's wife pouted and didn't reply.

Mark is quite helpless, the raw rice has been cooked and cooked, what is the use of saying this?

He closed his mouth and spooned a bowl of broth to his wife and son, as well as to himself.

One bowl per person, just the right amount!

The clay pot was empty.

Mark poured warm water into it, continued to cook it on a red clay stove, then took a green loaf of bread baked with a mixture of sweet flour and rye, cut it into several slices, and placed it in a clay pot to slowly soak as the water warmed up.

Only then did Mark pick up his clay bowl and was about to take a sip.

One of his sons could no longer control his mouth, and despite the burning of the broth, he drank it in large gulps.

"It's hot!" As soon as he put the broth in his mouth, the son couldn't help but scream, and a trace of broth came out of his mouth.

"Father, it's so hot! It's so salty! The son's face was full of happiness.

When Mark saw it, he immediately felt crying and laughing!

It would be nice if such days could go on forever!

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In a dilapidated two-story wooden building in the Bronx, the ghetto of Patras City, in the gloomy cabin where Adams lives.

The Adams family of five, plus the Smith and Corliss families from the small village of Nisse, were tightly encircled.

In the midst of them, there was a thin candle with black smoke, and the flame was faint, bringing a faint light to the cold room, and also a little heat to the dozen or so people.

More than a dozen people looked at each other speechlessly, looking desperate and numb.

The candle burns quietly in a slow but firm manner.

Time blows like the wind, blowing into the hut without pity, and leaving without hesitation.

Soon, the candle burned to the end and was about to run out.

Kyle Adams was embarrassed for a moment, tangled for a moment, and tried to stand up.

"Kyle, what are you going to do?" Adams noticed his son's anomaly and asked coldly.

Although Adams wanted to maintain his father's majestic posture, his weakness and hoarse voice still exposed his weakness.

“…… The candle is running out! I'm going to get a new one! Kyle Adams struggled for a moment, then replied truthfully.

In the dim light, the eyes of the others swept over, and their eyes were different.

"No way!" Adams denied without hesitation.

The eyes of the others darkened.

"Father, I'm cold!" Kyle Adams pleaded.

"You're not alone! Go to sleep! It's not cold when you fall asleep! Adams' voice sounded so unforgiving.

Kyle Adams' gaze darkened.

It may be that Adams felt that he was speaking heavily, a hint of apology flashed in his eyes, he hesitated for a moment, and a desperate wry smile appeared on his face, "Viscount Greon has taken away the construction fee of one Pith gold coin from each of us. The whole winter is still a long time, and we must save some money and wait for spring to come! ”

Both Smith and the Corliss family were silent.

It was Viscount Green's successive exploitations under various names, as well as the constant extortion of the villains in the ghetto, that made the reserves of several of their families dwindle and dwindle.

In order to save the cost of accommodation and keep warm, the three families chose to live together and share the cost.

In the snowy winter, I was reluctant to even burn the fire, and I relied on a candle every night to spend the long cold night.

Adams' other son, Rick Adams, burst out crying, "Father, I'm hungry!" ”

Food is also an expense that needs to be controlled.

By noon, Rick Adams had eaten only a little bit of mush, mixed with wood chips and chaff.

Hearing this, the eyes of the others swept over again, with longing in their eyes.

Adams didn't feel good when he heard it, but he could only say with a straight face, "Rick, you've already eaten!" We've all had dinner today! Without! We can only wait for tomorrow! Go to sleep. ”

Rick's tears fell as he heard this, and he cried, "Father, I'm so hungry, my stomach is cutting like a knife......"

Adams' wife, Rick's mother, was distressed when she heard this, and said, "Why don't you make some more mush." ”

Adams almost agreed, but reason still made him hard-hearted, and he said mercilessly, "No! Eat what we will eat tomorrow! What to eat later! What to do this winter? ”

Everyone else's eyes were dark.

Rick Adams threw himself into his mother's arms, and a whining sound was heard.

"Woooooooooo......oo I wish I were under the hands of the Baron, who would never let us go hungry! ”

It's okay to say anything else, but when I say this Adams, my stomach is on fire.

He roared and scolded his son, "If you want to die, go back!" Maybe you'll be able to see your esteemed Baron William in the belly of those lizardmen. I'll act like we've never met! ”

Being scolded by Adams, Rick Adams cried even louder.

The more he cried, the more upset Adams became.

He scolded fiercely, "Don't cry! If you want to cry, get out and cry! ”

Rick suddenly closed his crying and twitched.

Adams seemed even more upset and irritable, holding his breath in his chest, but he couldn't vent it.

It shouldn't be like this!

It shouldn't be!