Aunt Sun left, she didn't walk peacefully, because of the pain before she died, her eyes were wide.

Lang Zhong rushed into the house, hurriedly checked her pulse, and after half a sound, he sighed and shook his head: "It's too late, it's too late." ”

"Grandma, woo woo, I want grandma."

Although Guo Yueluo is young, she also knows that death means that she will never see this person, and for a while, the beautiful little girl cried into tears.

Seven days later, Aunt Sun was officially buried, and she was buried in the mountain behind their house.

Aunt Sun died, Ma Wu was a big man, and he couldn't take care of his granddaughter, so he was picked up by his daughter and son-in-law, and not long after, Ma Wu also moved to his daughter to help them kill pigs and sell meat together.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohong and Wang Chong's mother and son had no help, and their lives became more and more difficult, and their father Wang Dayong gambled outside every day as before, and he really had no money, so he went to steal.

For Wang Dayong, Wang Chong has already had murderous intent.

It's a pity that he is too young now, even if he gives him a kitchen knife to cut him while Wang Dayong is asleep, I am afraid that he will not be able to cut him, in case he wakes him up, it will be troublesome.

At the age of four, Wang Chong found that he could finally move around freely, and in order to fill his stomach, when Zhang Xiaohong was doing farm work, he ran to dig loaches under the trees, and then looked for tree insects in the tree holes.

The bug is very fat, pure white, and although it looks disgusting, it is rich in protein, and when fried in oil, it can make the children of the village cry.

Of course, their family is too poor to afford such things as oil, so Wang Chong's plan is to just boil it in boiling water.

"Xiaoyu, what are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaohong, who had finished the farm work, was very curious when he saw that Wang Chong had been sitting on the ground for a long time.

"Mother, look."

Wang Zhong struggled to carry the dustpan in his hand, only to see that it was full of insects and loaches.

"Gee, what are you doing with these bugs?" Zhang Xiaohong snatched the insect from Wang Chong's hand and scolded him.

"These foods, we eat wild vegetables and tree roots every day, and they are not nutritious." Wang Zhong argued on the basis of reason.

Zhang Xiaohong was originally reprimanded harshly, but when she heard what Wang Zhong said, she couldn't help but feel sad, because they ate poorly, and her son wanted to eat insects, she sighed and said, "But eating this will make my stomach hurt." ”

"I promise not."

"You kid, how do you know you can't?"

"Because I've eaten it." Wang Zhong explained casually: "Last night, I was hungry and fainted, and then I saw the insects crawling under the bed, so I ate them, I didn't expect to relieve my hunger, mother, try it, I have dug so much." ”

"Take it back."

Zhang Xiaohong sighed, after Wang Chong went home, he began to take the initiative to boil water, preparing to cook insect and wild vegetable soup, seeing Wang Chong's busy appearance, Zhang Xiaohong's heart couldn't help but warm.

Although her husband is not a thing, fortunately, God gave her such a sensible son.

When Wang Zhong was burning the fire, Zhang Xiaohong looked at the rice jar, there was only a small handful of rice left, and sighed, it seems that he will go to buy rice again tomorrow.

Fortunately, she has saved thirty copper plates these days, enough to buy a small bag of rice.

After washing the rice, Zhang Xiaohong began to cook porridge as before, and she cooked a lot of porridge water, because they had to eat this small handful of rice for a day, and if the water was less, the porridge would be eaten quickly.

At this time, there was a fragrance wafting in the room, and she turned her head suspiciously, only to see that the pot that Wang Chong was cooking smelled fragrant.

"Mother, look at the soup." Because Wang Zhong is short, he can't see the stove.

"Hmm."

Zhang Xiaohong lifted the lid of the pot and saw insects floating on the leaves of wild vegetables, and the insects were very swollen because they were boiled in water.

"Sprinkle some salt." Wang Zhong looked at the salt on the stove, this small handful of salt was still changed by Zhang Xiaohong for three days of work for a family.

Salt is very important to them, usually Zhang Xiaohong only puts a little salt for three days, but today her son said it, she couldn't bear to refuse.

So I sprinkled a little salt and brought out a little bit of the soup.

Wang took a sip, the taste was a little light, but the taste of the insects was delicious, that is, it looked a little disgusting.

"Let's eat."

Wang Zhong picked up a worm and bit it, the juice sprayed everywhere at once, and after a simple chew twice, a worm swallowed.

Is it tasty? It's definitely not as delicious as deep-frying, but for them, it's better than porridge that is about the same as water.

Zhang Xiaohong has eaten a lot from snacks, and she is not a hypocritical person, she smells good, and she also eats a worm, which tastes a little greasy and a little disgusting.

Then she put a bowl of porridge and gave Wang Chong a lot of rice, but her own only had some rice soup, and the rice grains floating on it were counted on both hands.

"Mother, there is too little rice in your bowl, you usually do heavy work, if you don't eat enough, you will be tired." Wang Chongdao.

"My mother is a woman, and she eats less, so she will be full after eating this, and besides, isn't there still so many dishes, but you, eat more, grow your body now, and grow tall in the future, your father will not dare to beat you."

Wang Zhong picked up his bowl and filled Zhang Xiaohong with a little rice: "Mother, you can eat, I will find a way to eat it in the future." ”

Zhang Xiaohong smiled with relief, but she didn't care too much, she just thought that she said this because of filial piety.

This meal was very full, and the next day, Zhang Xiaohong really found that her stomach was not as hungry as before, and she had a lot more strength when she worked.

And when Wang Zhong was playing in the field, he also found a kind of grass.

"Isn't this grass?" Wang Zhong squatted down and picked up a leaf from the grass.

He suddenly remembered that in ancient times, grass was considered a weed and could not be eaten, and at that time grass was used as feed.

Later, there was a famine, some people were hungry and ate grass, and accidentally found that the taste of the grass was very good, especially the tender part of the grass, if you cook any soup, it tastes very fragrant.

There are many ways to make grass, the most soup is burned, an egg is put in the grass soup, it tastes very fragrant, or it is fried grass, and some liquor is put in it, and the name of the dish is called wine herb head, which is a famous dish.

There is a lot of grass here, and it is densely packed, but basically no one touches it.

"That's a good thing!"

Wang Zhong decisively brought a dustpan and began to pick grass.