During dinner, Aunt Shan Ze seemed to ask unintentionally: "Mother, Da Zhuang hasn't given the Mid-Autumn Festival gift yet, right?" It's been so long, and he doesn't want to send it to your old man. ”

Mrs. Lin was disdainful: "He's just a poor nail, hmph, if he can take it, he will definitely not dare not take it." ”

"Mother, look at you, you stay at home every day, and you don't know anything outside." Aunt Shan Ze came to Mrs. Lin and said seriously, "Two days ago, Lin Daniu was pushed down the hill by Wu Popi and fell on the head, and the Wu family lost twenty copper plates. ”

When Mrs. Lin heard this, her eyes widened instantly, and she looked at Aunt Shan Ze with blazing eyes: "Really? ”

Aunt Yamazawa smiled, looked at the children in the house, and motioned for the children to speak.

"Grandma, it's true." Lin Xiaochun pulled the gruel in his mouth and said vaguely.

"It's really the opposite!" Mrs. Lin "snapped" and put the chopsticks on the table, and her face was instantly ugly.

"Shan Ze, after eating, you go to the end of the village and ask that poor nail to take out the Mid-Autumn Festival rituals." Mrs. Lin looked at her son, who was eating with his head bored.

Yamazawa nodded vaguely.

Mrs. Lin had just picked up the rice bowl, and suddenly thought of something, and immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks again.

"By the way, Yamazawa, you've been in town for a few days, what are you doing? How much silver did you earn? Mrs. Lin said very politely.

She only has Lin Shanze, a son, and she will rely on him for retirement in the future.

She usually doesn't show a face to her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, but she is always kind to her son and grandson.

Lin Shanze finished a bowl of gruel, wiped his mouth, and said with a crying face: "Mother, there is not much work in the county, the copper plates I have earned in the county in the past few days have been used for dinner, and I don't dare to sleep in the Chase shop at night, I sleep under the bridge and cave, and my son really doesn't have copper plates for you." ”

Mrs. Lin was silent for a moment, and then ordered Aunt Shanze to serve a bowl of porridge to Lin Shanze.

She comforted her son: "Shanze, let's not worry, there is still food at home, you eat another bowl, after eating, go to the poor nail to get the Boxing Rite back, their house is now in addition to a few thatched houses, there is no even a bed, you wait and see, that family will starve to death sooner or later, hum!" The feast was brought back quickly, and the twenty copper plates were ruined by them. ”

Aunt Yamazawa nodded in agreement.

Lin Daniu didn't let her feel better, so she had to make her uncomfortable.

*

The night was dark, and the mountains in the distance showed a vague black shadow.

After Lin Qian's family came back with one trip of horses' hooves, taking advantage of the night, the family went to transport two more trips of horses' hooves back.

Father Lin squatted in the small cellar and looked at the full pile of horses' hooves in the corner, and the expression on his face was extremely satisfied.

He turned to the stove room and said to Lin Qianqian: "Big girl, tomorrow I will take the time to go to the county and find your Uncle Dafa to lock the cellar." ”

In previous years, there was no drought, every household had food, and no one in the village could see his family's little grain.

But now it is different, there are fewer and fewer people in the village who have food, and their families will have more and more food.

If he doesn't lock it up, he won't sleep soundly.

Lin Qian nodded, "I have something to do in the county tomorrow, and I will bring one back when the time comes." ”

She has long been surprised by the family's emphasis on food.

The only two hoes in the family, except for working in the fields during the day, are hidden under the thatch where Father Lin and Aunt Lin sleep.

The only kitchen knife that hides in the pyre every time it is used up.

The iron pot was not hidden, probably because there was an opening, and the family felt that no one could look at it.

The new long knife obtained yesterday, Lin Mingming had to hold it when he slept.

After Lin Qianqian reminded him that he might hurt himself if he fell asleep, he took advantage of the night to weave a knife holster from the thatch that was padded to the ground, put the long knife in it, and ran to her to show it.

As for the other things in the house, such as water tanks, buckets, spatulas, chopping boards, clothes, etc., fortunately, they are old and tattered, and they don't look worthy, otherwise Lin Qianqian would have to worry about Daddy Lin and them, where should so many things be hidden?

Father Lin said happily: "That relationship is good, that relationship is good....."

After Lin Qianqian took three small chickens to deal with, he asked Daddy Lin to cook, "Dad, make a braised one tonight." ”

"Braised flag? Think about it, braised .....," Father Lin pondered.

He grabbed his hair and thought about it for a long time, and finally jumped up with joy, "There is." ”

After chopping the chicken into large pieces, he put the chicken fat in the pan and fried the oil.

After all the golden chicken fat was out of the oil, he desperately scooped the oil from the pan into the bowl.

As soon as Lin Qian saw his posture, he knew that Father Lin was reluctant to give up oil.

She had no choice but to speak, "Dad, if there is no oil, the chicken will be burned, I'll come." ”

Lin Qian rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward.

Lin Mingming and the dragon and phoenix fetus stopped her like a robber.

"Eldest sister, eldest sister, you sit and drink saliva."

"Sister, try this horseshoe."

"Eldest sister, you've been busy all day tonight, you're already tired."

......

Lin Qianqian: ......

She thought about it for a moment, and immediately understood.

The original Lin Qianqian's cooking skills are extremely poor, whether it is white rice, black noodles, or green vegetables, no matter what ingredients come to her, they can be cooked black.

After a few times, whenever the family saw her about to enter the kitchen, they tried desperately to stop her.

Joke, this is meat, how could they let the eldest sister spoil it.

Lin Qian was speechless for a long time, and secretly decided that he must find an opportunity to cook a few delicacies in the future to impress them.

They are grinding hard here, and Daddy Lin has already stir-fried the chicken to golden brown.

Lin Qianqian took advantage of his efforts to turn around and scoop up the water, and secretly added a handful of thirteen incense to it.

Yesterday, there was no seasoning in the pot of chicken soup, and it can be said that the chicken soup was delicious.

But the braised chicken, there is no ginger and green onion carving wine to remove the fishy, if you want to eat an original taste, I am afraid that the taste will be much worse.

What's more, the chicken is not a chicken raised by a farmer who eats grains, it is raised on modern feed, and the fishy smell is many times heavier than that of a farmer's chicken.

After sprinkling thirteen incense, Lin Qianqian went to clean up the wild vegetables with satisfaction.

The only wild vegetables picked during this time are bracken, and they are not very tender, and it is no wonder that it is already late autumn, and it is already good to have such wild vegetables to eat.

After the chicken has been simmering for half an hour, it is officially out of the pot.

Daddy Lin habitually divides the chicken into two wooden pots, one for tonight and another tomorrow.

Lin Qianqian didn't care about the three seven twenty-one, and brought the two pots to the table.

Everyone looked at her strangely.

Lin Qianqian used to be a picker, and a black flour cake had to be broken into two meals to eat.

How can you eat so much now, does a chicken have to be eaten in one meal?

Although everyone is puzzled, when they see the fragrant food, their brains will not turn.