The so-called pot is to use a large iron pot to stew rice, after simmering, all the rice is served, and the rest, which cannot be held close to the edge of the pot, must be shoveled down with a shovel and looks slightly mushy piece by piece, which is the pot.

Many modern pots are non-stick, and there is no pot for stewed rice, so you can't make it if you want to.

Therefore, the fragrant pot slices of pork in Song Poria's memory are a long time ago.

It was specially made by her father when he was a chef in those years, and when he was a child, his family lived in a bungalow and there was a big iron pot at home.

After that, I rarely ate it.

She misses it, she doesn't care about Mrs. Ma's glare, and she eats it in the end.

Qian Mishou saw his sister eating pots, and he wanted to eat them too.

Xiaowa simply thinks that her sister is the smartest, and her sister must eat the most fragrant. Again, it's not like he hasn't eaten dry rice.

In the past, he had to be fed by others, but he was a rich young master, and he had suffered a big crime in the past few months.

Therefore, Qian Mishou is not very hungry for rice, but is interested in the pot that he has never eaten.

Qian Peiying glanced at it, she didn't care about the two children, she just asked Song Fuling to look at it, don't let Mi Shou eat too much, the little baby is young, I'm afraid I can't digest it, so I want to change it for rice after a few bites.

Song Fusheng also cooked his own meal, didn't care about the two children, as soon as the cabbage soup was poured on the rice, he found a big stone and sat down, and listened to Grandpa Song and the high butcher tell him to pay the bill.

I don't care if I am a father and mother, but others can't stand it when they see Song Poria eating that.

I thought it was a child who was sensible.

How can Song Fusheng's only daughter eat that, isn't that.

Without Song Fusheng, how could they be where they are today, who lacks a bite to eat and drink, and they can't lack Song Fusheng's daughter.

Song Fuling felt that she couldn't stop eating a pot, and kept laughing and refusing: "Grandma Wang, I don't want it, I really want to eat." ”

"Grandma, I really don't want it, eat yours quickly."

"Uncle Guo, no, don't really ......"

In short, whoever comes to cook has to give his dry rice to the fat girl, and the fat girl can't do anything, so he can only stay away from the warm stove and lead Mi Shou to squat outside and eat pot in the corner.

The big guy is extremely incomprehensible and can't understand it.

also gave Mrs. Ma angry, and stripped Song Poria at a glance. I feel that I have suffered a loss, everyone else eats dry rice, why should her little granddaughter gnaw on the side of the pot. And this loss is her granddaughter's own pleasure, you say this? Isn't that stupid?

The angry Mrs. Ma scolded Song Fatya: "You don't know the blessing in the blessing, you listen to what they say." ”

Song Fuling had a good temper and smiled at her: "Okay." ”

Mrs. Ma: "......"

Song Fugui used a wooden bowl to hold a bowl of rice, sat on the broken wooden board, didn't wait for the chopsticks to move, and asked first: "What does this taste like?" ”

"Haven't you eaten it? Haven't eaten a single meal? ”

Song Fugui said no, the eight generations of poor peasants in the family are surprisingly poor, and they have never heard of such difficulties as his family, and their ancestors have never turned over.

You are like other people's ancestors, maybe you can have a good person in your life, but they don't have a family.

So the acres of land left eight lifetimes ago are still these acres in his hands. There are many children from generation to generation, it's not that they don't recognize work, but no matter how capable they are, they can make a living, how can they afford to eat dry rice, from childhood to adulthood, they haven't eaten once.

After speaking, alas, he sighed long, then took a bite of rice and chewed it carefully, Song Fugui's eyes lit up: "Oh, damn dripping, fragrant, too fragrant," and called his youngest son: "Boom, come here, come, Dad will bring you some rice." ”

The high butcher stopped and said, "You can eat you, there is something in the pot, enough to eat." Besides, your little wisp has eaten it, and borrowed the fat girl to eat it. Eat it and remember what it tastes like.

It made everyone laugh.

After laughing, not only Song Fugui sighed, basically the big guys were saying that they hadn't eaten for many years.

Song Fuling listened, and the action of gnawing on the pot stopped.

This is a common thing in modern times, sometimes it is hot, and the food is spoiled and poured out, but here, it has become a precious memory for many people.

There are many women who say that when they were young, they ate rice porridge once or twice, but they never ate rice. Because the parents have to give the elder brother and brother at home, during the New Year, cook dry rice for the boy.

There are many men who said that they did eat three or two times during the Chinese New Year when they were children, but the rice was not so good.

The old men and old ladies immediately replied that it was natural, and the good rice had to be taken out and sold.

The men laughed, looked at their babies and said, it's better when they were young, they can eat so many times when they are young, and when they are a little older, especially when they get married, they have to give their own babies again.

Like Huzi Dalang, when they heard this, they also responded honestly, yes, Dad went out to work, and the salary was to give rice, and the rice in exchange for them was given to eat, and Dad didn't eat a bite.

From generation to generation, it's like this.

Perhaps, when Huzi and Da Lang get married, they will no longer be able to eat dry food, and they will have to give their own baby.

No, how could Huzi and Da Lang not be able to eat, because their fate had changed, because they had a good third uncle and the third uncle appeared out of thin air.

Song Fusheng smiled and said, "In the future, let's eat this for a meal and work hard." ”

Eat for a meal?

"Well, at least in the past six months, we should be able to eat a fine meal of grain in one day, right?" Song Fusheng asked Grandpa Song and the shopkeeper of the cow, these two people kept accounts, and they knew the number of catties on the scale.

Although Grandpa Song knew it in his heart, he was thinking about whether to transport these fine grains to the town for coarse grains, after all, they were old farmers, what kind of identity did they have? Eat good. So he didn't answer, and looked back at Song Fusheng with a hesitant expression.

The shopkeeper Niu was simply and said with a smile: "Yes, uncle, if you count it, it will be more." Today they have brought a total of 21 stones of polished rice and 16 stones of fine noodles. ”

Song Fuling's eyes widened when she listened to it, she operated the matter of buying grain, and she knew how many catties of polished rice in one stone and how many catties of fine noodles in one stone were on the spot.

Therefore, she immediately calculated in her mind: 21 stones is about 2,600 catties, and 16 stones of fine noodles are about 2,300 catties. Well, that group of people has to give them 4,900 catties of fine grain a month? It was sent out, which meant that the gang would have spent 37 taels of silver on their food.

Song Fusheng also saw everyone laughing and asked everyone, did you hear it? In the second half of the year, every day, you can either eat a thin noodle steamed bun or a dry meal, so you guys, don't remember the bitterness.

In the future, our days will definitely be different from before.

The big dick was shocked.

I just remember to weigh and carry food in the house, I didn't expect so much.

Does this mean that in the future, they will eat coarse grains as a "side dish"? Eating fine grains has become commonplace?

My mother, Fusheng, can give these every month? Are you sure?

None of them are very calm.

Song Fusheng said yes, he came here by deceit.

Can be deceived adults, one, thanks to Mi Shou.

Song Fusheng beckoned Qian Mishou and hugged him and said that this child is a baby favored by God.

Qian Mishou, who was originally good at gnawing on the pot, was called by his uncle to hold him in his arms, and his little face turned red.

Song Fusheng didn't think so, and continued to tell everyone while beating Qian Mishou's back, the four of us entered the city, and none of us saw it. As for him, he can meet the little general, and he can still talk to people when he is done, and he will say that we have relief food that has not been distributed.

So:

Second, thank you to the little general.

Little general, the fate of our group of nobles, and then I told you the ins and outs.

This is the first time that Song Fusheng has clearly told everyone that we have relief grains, and all relief grains are coarse grains.

Coarse grains are calculated, the number of catties of the old people and children's strong labor is not the same, anyway, all of them are added together, almost about 20 stones per month, not much, and it is not enough to eat on people's heads, so they will eat half full, and they have to buy grain. The government can give it six months.

However, this coarse grain, which is worth less than 20 taels of silver per month, and the coarse grain that can only be eaten half full given by the government, has also been pulled away by the Li Zheng of this Renjia Village, and it is not clear where to go.

If it weren't for the little general, we would have to admit it temporarily, or come back, specify whether to come back or not, he won't admit it, unless he goes to see the official.

It is difficult to see the official, who sues whoever beats the 30 boards, and the government will only try it after the fight. It's Li Zheng's eldest son, the Ren Zixuan who came, the aunt of the Hou Mansion, and an official in Fengtian City, can we win? The relationship between the family and the county order of the nursery rhyme town is very good.

Song Fusheng broke it open and crumpled it, and told Ren Lizheng's network again.

His purpose is not to make everyone sigh, but to let everyone know the bottom of their hearts, don't look at our success this time, it's just a blessing.

It is very difficult to think that the government is the master of the people and to be fair. The key to our success is the little general, not because we take advantage of it. That's the way of the world.

Grandpa Song was smoking a cigarette pouch and squinting in the smoke, it turned out that this was what happened.

Don't look at the fact that he had already heard Fusheng muttering a few words yesterday, but the details are unknown, and he really knows it today.

Grandpa Song pondered in his heart: Since the little general is not a little general, but the young master of the Guogong Mansion, should I discuss with Fusheng and plant the garlic called it, if it is really planted, do you want to send some to the Guogong Mansion. Alas, what are they taking advantage of? You can only send some of your own seeds. Garlic should be a rarity, right?

The big guy has several reactions after listening to it.

One is like Grandpa Song, who is grateful, and the little general helps them again and again, and we don't know how to repay the favor. Several old ladies said that they all wanted to give the little general an immortal tablet. Really, it's not too much to offer.

One is a quick-witted person, like Song Fuling, who likes to settle accounts, and immediately reacted and asked:

That old ghost, stinky and shameless, he took 20 stones of coarse grain for us, but he picked up a stone and hit his own feet, and returned a total of 37 stone of fine grain? He wants to take advantage of 20 taels of silver a month, but now he has to send us 37 taels of silver every month. Aha.

The last one is to scold, and if you don't eat any food, you grit your teeth and scold.

Mrs. Ma is a typical representative.

scolded why Lei didn't fall just now, how could he not be weak when he heard it, he was thick-skinned, and he dared to sit on the kang at home.

If I had known at the time, I would have to scratch him and give him a straw mat to keep warm? I had to strip him all and throw him into the river and freeze him to death.

At the mention of the river, several old ladies scolded together: "You shouldn't catch them, you should drown these deflated calves, and let God take them away." It is estimated that the river god knew that they were guilty, so the raft capsized. ”

There was a calm and immediately persuaded: "No, you can't let him die in the river, you still come to see us die, and when he dies, he will be designated to be relied." ”

Mi Shou was confused, and his big eyes sparkled.

He had covered his little ears tightly, but he could still hear it, and he remembered it at once.

However, his sister and the little general didn't let him learn to swear.

What should he do, so helpless.