In the book, I was fed by my sister

At night, the night breeze gently blows through the courtyard, causing the leaves of the locust tree in the courtyard to rustle.

Song Ran wiped his body, swept away the heat and went into the house.

There was a tiny sound of a wild cat stepping on the green tiles on the roof. Song Ran looked up at the roof and said, "I don't know if there are too many mice in our house. Is this cat not coming here as often recently?"

"Yeah." Song Li replied softly.

When Song Ran got on the bed, Song Li wrapped her arms around him and snuggled in her sister's arms.

Song Ran held the little guy in his arms, feeling the comfort brought by the coolness, but at the same time worried: he had to take him to the provincial capital to see a doctor as soon as possible.

"Sister, are you scared?" Song Li asked suddenly.

Song Ran was stunned. She was thinking about something else. When she heard her younger sister talking, she subconsciously thought that her younger sister was saying that she was afraid. When she realized it, she was asking if she was afraid.

Of course she was afraid. She was afraid of that dark place, afraid of dying there like her father and mother, and afraid that her younger sister would not be able to survive.

"Don't be afraid. Look, there's a bruise on my body." Song Ran said easily. She was the elder sister, so she had to be brave. She hugged the person in her arms tightly and said softly, "Xiaoguai, are you scared because you can't find me?"

"Yeah." Song Li answered in a low voice. She was anxious and scared, afraid of going back to those days and nights, and waking up from her dreams without seeing anyone.

"Oh, I thought our little guai had become brave. I heard from Grandma Gu that you walked into the city alone and scared her. How did you find the way? Did your feet hurt?" Song Ran spoke lightly, and she immediately understood why her mother pretended to be relaxed in front of her even though she clearly knew that she didn't have much time to live.

"It doesn't hurt. There's only one road leading to the city, and there are deep wheel tracks on it. I found it by following the wheel tracks."

"My little cutie is really smart. Sister said she would take you to the city to have some fun. I didn't expect that you would have to rely on yourself for your first time in the city. Is the city impressive?"

Song Li was thinking about her sister so much that she didn't have a deep memory of the city. She only remembered the tall city gate and the houses that were connected to each other with dark blue tiles stretching as far as the eye could see.

"It's magnificent. I remember it...it was so tall and big."

"Next month is the Qiqiao Festival. Every year, the Qiqiao Festival is very lively at night. There are also rabbit lanterns. Let's go and take a look then."

"What is the Qiqiao Festival?" Song Li asked. The only festival celebrated in the end times is the Spring Festival, which is said to have been passed down from before the end times. On the Spring Festival, people rub their frozen hands, feeling lucky to have lived another year and praying to live another year.

"The Qiqiao Festival..." Song Ran patted Song Li's back gently, recalling how his mother told him the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Song Ran's slow and peaceful voice rang out in the night, and Song Li slowly fell asleep listening to her sister's whispers.

The rooster they bought would take two months to crow before it could start crowing. Song Ran and the other man were so tired from going into the mountains the day before that they fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up until dawn.

Song Ran gently pushed the little person in his arms away.

I had a good sleep and felt full of energy.

She went to the kitchen and added water to two pots. Since she needed more water today, she filled the large iron pot. She also added a ladle of water to the small iron pot and poured in the washed rice, preparing to cook some rice porridge.

A handful of sorghum stalks were put into the stove hole, and a few firewood sticks were added, and smoke blew out of the chimney.

After putting firewood in the two stove holes, Song Ran went to the vegetable garden and prepared to pick some young leaves to cook meals for the chickens and ducks for the day.

Livestock have to eat their first meal of the day before humans do. Humans can go hungry, but animals cannot.

As soon as Song Ran opened the door to the vegetable garden, he saw his younger sister coming out of the room.

"Sister, are you making chicken feed? Let me do it." Song Li said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"I forgot that our little sister is an expert now. All right! Xiaoguai, come and pick some tender leaves. I'll go and knead the dough. We'll have corn steamed bread for breakfast, and steam some pumpkin to mix with the chicken and duck."

Song Ran picked a pumpkin and went to the kitchen. He took two bowls of cornmeal from the pottery jar and put them into the ladle.

At this time, the water in the porridge pot was boiling and bubbling. She added boiling water in small amounts while stirring until there was no dry powder in the bowl.

"Sister, is this enough?" Song Li came in holding a handful of green leaves.

There are many edible leaves for chickens and ducks. Song Li followed her sister's example and picked some tender pumpkin leaves and unknown wild vegetables that grew in clusters.

When she first went into the vegetable garden to clean up weeds, she saw that the weeds were planted neatly and thought they were planted by her elder sister, so she didn't deal with them. Later, she realized that they were weeds, but they were edible and were classified as wild vegetables.

"That's enough! This purslane is really tender. Let's just leave the tip and eat it cold."

Song Li sat at the small table, picked the tenderest parts of the purslane separately and put them in a neat pile. Then she took a slow knife and chopped the remaining leaves.

Song Ran tested the temperature of the dough with his hand. It was not hot, so he grabbed a ball and kneaded it into a nest shape.

The pot of porridge had already turned rice soup color and was emitting rice fragrance. Song Ran placed a steamer in the pot, put the steamed bread and half a pumpkin in it to steam.

"Sister, the vegetable leaves have been cut, and I have picked and washed the purslane." Song Li said. She put the chopped vegetable leaves in the feeding basin and gave the purslane she had picked separately to her sister.

"My little darling is really hardworking!" Song Ran said a little exaggeratedly, "Go wash your face and hands. I'll prepare the purslane salad. The steamed bread in the pot will take a while to prepare."

Blanch the purslane and then put it in cold water.

Take another bowl and add vinegar, minced ginger, minced garlic, dried cornel, salt and sesame oil.

"I don't know what the chili pepper tastes like?" Song Ran said to himself.

Pepper, tangerine and ginger are the three spices commonly used in the local area. It is said that chili pepper seeds were brought from Shu, and the fruits they produced are red and spicy.

The neighboring village planted a batch this year, and it is estimated that it will be ready for harvest in a month or so.

Song Ran took out the cooled purslane, drained the water, put it in the bowl, and mixed it with the seasoning.

The tender pumpkin became soft after being steamed for a short time. Song Ran took out the pumpkin and mixed it with chopped vegetable leaves, bran, and a spoonful of rice soup.

As soon as Song Ran arrived at the backyard, he saw several chickens and ducks fluttering around the bamboo fence.

The wild ducks that were caught yesterday saw Song Ran and started quacking.

"Wait and see which ones are drakes. Kill them all. Leave the female ducks and raise them to see if they can lay eggs." Song Ran pointed at the calling wild ducks.

Back in the kitchen, Song opened the lid of the pot, poked the soft and plump steamed bread, and then shouted to the window: "Xiaoguai, bring the bowl, it's time to eat!"

Song Li came to the small wooden table and saw six steaming steamed buns, a plate of refreshing-looking cold-mixed purslane, and white porridge. It was really refreshing.

"Be careful, it's hot." Song Ran reminded his little sister when he saw her grabbing the steamed bread.

Song Li tore open the steamed bun, and the hot steam with the aroma of corn wafted out. She picked up a piece of bright green purslane with chopsticks and placed it on the topaz-like steamed bun.

Take a bite, and the unique fragrance of purslane intertwined with the sour and spicy taste awakens your appetite for the day.

"Hmm!" Song Li swallowed it and drank another bowl of porridge. "Sister, it's so delicious. It's such a waste to feed the chickens and ducks."

Song Ran also tasted the purslane carefully, "I taste this and it tastes better than before."

Song Li paused for a moment. She was responsible for feeding the chickens and ducks these days, and the purslane harvested soon ran out. In order to save trouble and not go out to look for it, she harvested one crop and induced another to grow.

"Sister's cooking skills must be getting better and better!" Song Li said with a big smile.