Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

The meat buns are cut evenly so that each piece has meat.

They were reluctant to swallow it in one gulp.

Suddenly, a head popped out of the kitchen and looked at them.

It was Zhu Yingqiu holding the spatula.

"Mother, look, these children have such a good relationship. You won't find another family like them in the whole village. Among eight children, which one is not filial? Fubao knows how to share meat buns when he is only three years old. If it were another family, they would probably fight over it."

"Yes, I am not afraid of being poor. As long as the family is harmonious, why should I worry about having a bad life?" Zhang Jinlan felt her hands became stronger while kneading the dough.

Today's dinner is still stir-fried sprouts and brown rice porridge.

In front of Jiang Fubao was a bowl of noodles made of coarse flour, with a few specks of oil in them.

It should be lard.

Just a small bowl.

Jiang Fubao picked up the chopsticks and slurped up a piece of noodle. It was not chewy at all as the flour was ground very coarsely. It was a little irritating to the throat, but it was much better than brown rice. With a little bit of lard, it tasted pretty good.

After dinner, the Jiang family, who were supposed to go out for a walk, went to bed early.

It was pitch black outside the window, with the sky full of stars. The breathing sounds beside her ears gradually became deeper. Jiang Fubao quietly climbed down from the bed, opened the door, looked back, and saw her two brothers sleeping soundly in bed.

Night is the best time to do bad things, but Jiang Fubao wants to do good things.

She took a chair, went to the kitchen and opened the rice jar.

Most of it was filled with brown rice.

She thought that the seven or eight kilograms of millet left in the space would still be there, but after replenishing the stock, there were still fifteen kilograms.

Therefore, the items for the day will be refreshed the next day if they are not used up.

After understanding the rules, Jiang Fubao poured all the 15 kilograms of millet that had just been restocked in the space into the room.

Then she stirred the brown rice with a spatula before covering it with the lid and climbing down from the chair.

Then she found a jar of coarse flour and poured a little white flour into it, mixing it thoroughly. The color became much lighter.

There are still a lot of good things in her space, but she doesn't dare to take them all out.

First, it is too conspicuous and the origin cannot be explained clearly.

The second reason is superstition in ancient times. If many things appeared out of thin air in the house, the Jiang family would definitely suspect that there was a ghost in the house. If that happened, the whole family would be in chaos and the family would be doomed.

When he first came here, Jiang Fubao didn't dare to take any risks.

take it easy.

After doing all this, she tiptoed back to the house and continued to sleep.

early morning.

A scream came from the Jiang family’s kitchen.

"Mom, look, there are small yellow grains in the newly bought brown rice. What is this?" Zhu Yingqiu was standing next to the rice jar, holding a handful of brown rice, with confusion in her eyes.

"I haven't seen it before. It might be the brown rice grown in the north. It's different from the rice we have here."

Zhang Jinlan shook her head. She had lived for so many years and had never seen this kind of brown rice.

"Whatever it is, as long as it tastes good, this morning's brown rice porridge is the same as yesterday's, sticky and a little sweet."

Sun Pingmei held the bowl and slurped the brown rice porridge.

The food was so delicious.

She has a carefree personality and never takes anything to heart.

For her, as long as she can fill her stomach, she doesn't care if the sky falls.

The voices reached Jiang Fubao's room.

She rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed.

First put on your clothes, then put on your shoes and leave the room.

"Fubao, are you up? Come and wash up and have breakfast." Zhang Yanzi saw her first, after all, she was her biological daughter.

The mother and daughter are connected by heart.

"Oh." Jiang Fubao reacted after he had finished speaking.

Her tone just now was too mature.

So she hurried to make up for it.

"Mom, what are we going to eat this morning? I'm hungry."

Zhang Yanzi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and answered her: "Eat brown rice porridge, just like yesterday. Are you sleepy, kid? Come and wash up. Mother has boiled hot water for you."

Jiang Fubao breathed a sigh of relief.

Being a kid is so tiring.

Be careful with everything you say and do.

After she finished her breakfast, Zhang Jinlan prepared to take her three daughters-in-law to the mountain to dig sprouts.

She held a sickle in her hand, Zhu Yingqiu carried a bamboo basket, and Sun Pingmei and Zhang Yanzi each carried a bamboo basket.

Several people stood at the door.

"Xiaoji and Xiaoxiang, your three cousins ​​are going to work in the fields with Grandpa. Grandma wants to tell you two something. Take good care of Fubao. You can play in the yard and are not allowed to go out. Do you hear me?"

There are only three children in the family.

If her granddaughter hadn't fallen into the water two days ago, she would have been very relieved.

There are no strangers in the village, so the child cannot be lost.

"Grandma, I want to go too." Jiang Fubao really didn't want to stay at home. She trotted to Zhang Jinlan, grabbed the corner of her clothes and shook it, looking a little pitiful.

Always playing some childish games with these two little brats.

so boring.

She wanted to go for a walk in the mountains.

Maybe I can find a reason to take out the fruits, eggs and other things in the space.

"Fubao, stop making trouble. The mountains are not a place you can go. Besides, your mother, your grandmother, and your two aunts are busy digging wild vegetables. They don't have time to take care of you. Be obedient and stay at home and play with your brothers."

Before grandma could say anything, mother refused.

Jiang Fubao knew that she had to use her trump card.

"Grandma, good grandma, Fubao wants to go. The best grandma in the world, can you take Fubao to the mountain? Grandma, please~" Jiang Fubao knew that filial piety was the most important thing in ancient times.

As long as grandma speaks, it will be useless even if mom disagrees.

really.

The granddaughter is acting coquettishly.

Zhang Jinlan simply couldn't bear it.

She put the sickle in her hand into her eldest daughter-in-law's backpack.

Then he picked up his granddaughter and said to his daughter-in-law, "If Fubao wants to go, go ahead. There aren't many young sprouts right now. I'll take her around the mountains for fun."

"Oh, mother, you always spoil her, which is not good." There was no blame in Zhang Yanzi's tone.

She was just afraid that her daughter would get used to this trick.

When you grow up, you have a bad temper and are easily at a disadvantage.

"What's wrong with that? Fubao is only three years old. If she wants to go, just take her. Why do you always control the child? Xiaoji and Xiaoxiang, you two stay at home and watch the door. Don't run around. We won't be back until noon."

After Zhang Jinlan finished explaining, she went out first, holding her granddaughter.

The three daughters-in-law followed behind her.

The Jiang family's door was open.

It’s not closed.

Every family in the village is equally poor, and there are no thieves at all.

After all, a thief never leaves empty-handed.

The Jiang family’s house is located at the end of the village, close to the mountains. After walking a few steps, you will reach the foot of the mountain, where there is a small path leading into the mountain.

Everyone in the village takes this road to go up the mountain.

"Sister-in-law Jiang, are you going up the mountain to dig young sprouts? Why did you bring your child with you? Will it be convenient for you to work?" After walking for a quarter of an hour, I met my next-door neighbor, Ma Chunxia.

She is one year younger than Zhang Jinlan.

Because her husband's family is from the same clan, she always affectionately calls Zhang Jinlan sister-in-law.

"Three daughters-in-law are enough to dig. I will take Fubao for a walk in the mountains." Zhang Jinlan answered truthfully.

She lived close to Ma Chunxia and they often visited each other.

The relationship is not bad.

The two chatted as they walked towards the mountains.