Travel to ancient times and become rich women with your bestie

When Chen Sanni opened the door, she saw Zheng Yuan sitting against the wall with her arms folded, her brows slightly furrowed. For some reason, she felt that her mother at this moment was completely different from her usual mother. Her usual mother was strong and fierce, as if she was covered in armor and nothing could penetrate her.

At this moment, my mother was sitting there alone, feeling fragile and helpless.

Sanni closed the door quietly, put the pig grass in the kitchen, and walked out again. She really wanted to hug her mother at this moment, but she didn't dare to, so she could only ask weakly: "Mom, are you feeling better?"

The sound was like the buzzing of a mosquito. Zheng Yuan was so absorbed in thinking about how to get back that he didn't hear it. However, Chen Sanni was frightened and thought that Zheng Yuan was dying. She quickly reached out and pinched Zheng Yuan's shoulder, calling anxiously, "Mother! Mother..."

Zheng Yuan was startled. When he opened his eyes, he saw Chen Sanni's anxious face and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?" Chen Sanni was also startled when she saw Zheng Yuan open his eyes, and then took a big step back. She pinched the corner of her clothes and choked with sobs, "I thought... I thought..."

Zheng Yuan also reacted, thinking that he was the one who had done something wrong, which was really funny. But he felt a little warm in his heart, as expected, it had to be a daughter. In modern times, she and her bestie said that if they had to have a child, they both wanted a daughter, because daughters are so caring. Unfortunately, this was ancient times, and the original body looked down on this only daughter.

"What are you doing here?"

"Mom, I'm not lazy. I came back to feed the pigs and cook." This question was originally meant to ease the embarrassment, but it scared Chen Sanni again. She was afraid that her mother would think she came back to be lazy, so she hurriedly explained. Zheng Yuan felt a little distressed and said gently: "Well, then you go."

Chen Sanni hurriedly walked towards the kitchen. Her mother was really not fierce at all today.

Zheng Yuan stopped thinking about it after her train of thought was interrupted. When Chen Sanni mentioned cooking, her stomach started growling again. She was already hungry in the morning, and she hadn't eaten much breakfast yet. Now she felt her stomach was full of sour water. But when she thought about the pot of porridge in the morning, she felt that if she continued to eat this kind of food, it would be the same as having nothing to eat.

In modern times, Zheng Yuan is keen on finding all kinds of delicious food, and she can also follow the tutorials to make it, and her cooking skills are very good. Usually when we have a meal at home, everyone orders the dishes and she cooks them. In the eyes of a foodie, that pot of porridge cannot be called a meal. It seems that if you want to have a full meal, you have to do it yourself.

Zheng Yuan got up and walked towards the kitchen. The bowl of porridge left for Chen Sizhu in the morning was no longer on the table. He must have eaten it. Chen Sanni was standing on a small stool, struggling to scoop pig food out of the pot on the stove. The pig food was cooked together with the rice in the morning. To save trouble, they cooked two meals of pig food together and scooped it out to feed the pigs in the afternoon.

The stove was too high for Chen Sanni. Zheng Yuan watched her swaying on the stool, afraid that she would fall. He hurried over to take the ladle from her hand and do the scooping himself. Chen Sanni didn't dare to let her do it. Usually, she and her sister-in-law did the work in the kitchen. She held the ladle tightly and said, "Mom, you take a rest, I'll do it."

Seeing her determined look, Zheng Yuan didn't fight with her. He was going to finish the scoop anyway, and since she was used to it, he let her do it. Zheng Yuan let go of the scoop and said, "Okay, you go feed the pigs and the chickens, and I'll cook."

Little did she know that this scared Chen Sanni even more. She stammered, "Mom, are you feeling unwell?"

Zheng Yuan was speechless for a while. It turned out that the original body did nothing at home, and she scared the little girl by cooking. She could only say, "I'm very hungry today. I want to cook something for myself, but you don't know how to do it."

Chen Sanni finally felt relieved. Yes, when her mother wanted to make something delicious, she would never let her and her sister-in-law do it, for fear that she and her sister-in-law would waste good things.

After convincing Sanni, Zheng Yuan went to the cupboard to see what was in the house. When he opened the cupboard door, a musty smell hit him. He fanned his nose while searching inside. He would not have known what was inside until he searched. He felt even more desperate. There was half a bag of cornmeal, some dried vegetables, and a few black bowls with some leftovers.

It's just a tiny cabinet, and there are only these few things in it.

Zheng Yuan didn't give up and searched in the cloth bag hanging on the wall. There were also some dried vegetables, dried beans and unidentified condiments. Zheng Yuan held the bag and stood there in silence. It was really difficult for a good cook to cook without rice. Is there no food in this family that can be used to make home-cooked meals?

She searched through her original body's memories again. Oh! There was still some fine food at home, but it was all hidden in her room by her original body, and would only be taken out in fixed quantities when she needed to eat. She had just taken control of this body, and these memories seemed to not belong to her. She had to deliberately recall them to remember them.

After remembering it, Zheng Yuan went straight to the corner of the bedroom that he had not seen clearly. After letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he used the sunlight coming through the door to dig out half a bag of rice with dozens of eggs buried in it, a bag and a half of millet, two bags of beans, a jar of oil in the corner, and some small miscellaneous things. The rice weighed about 50 to 60 kilograms, the millet weighed about 100 kilograms, and the beans weighed about 150 kilograms, which looked like the small sparrow beans that we often ate at home.

Zheng Yuan thought to himself that he couldn't make all the food for others in one go, so he would just eat some millet porridge today. There seemed to be some wild vegetables left that Xu Hui Niang brought back this morning, so he would see if he could make them more delicious later. If not, there seemed to be some miscellaneous vegetables in the vegetable garden in the backyard.

Six people, although they are all teenagers, but it is not for nothing that the teenagers can make their father poor. In modern times, Zheng Yuan boiled about 100 grams of millet porridge to make four bowls of sticky millet porridge, but in this era of oil and water shortage, six people would probably need one pound.

Without a scale, Zheng Yuan went back to the kitchen and got a broken wooden basin. She scooped a few handfuls with her hands and put them in the basin, then carried it back to the kitchen. She put the basin on the stove. Fortunately, there was a water tank next to the stove, so she didn't have to fetch water. She scooped water from the water tank and poured it into the basin, ready to soak it. The gourd was hollowed out and cut in half from the middle. It was probably too old, and there was a small hole in the bottom of the gourd, which splashed Zheng Yuan with water.

Zheng Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Bowls with chipped rims, basins with broken edges, ladles with leaky bottoms...there were really few intact things in this house.

After soaking the millet, Zheng Yuan brought in a pile of firewood from the pile outside, preparing to start a fire to cook porridge. The uneven ground behind the stove caused Zheng Yuan to stumble again.

Following the light coming in through the small window, he stacked the firewood into the stove hole and took out the flint and steel from the hole dug on the stove. This made Zheng Yuan feel troubled. The original body of this thing was naturally very useful, but for Zheng Yuan, this was something he had never touched before. Although he had the memory of the original body, operating it was another matter.

Either there was no spark, or the little spark that did come out scared Zheng Yuan so much that he threw the flint far away before he could even light the kindling leaves. After his hands were sore from rubbing, he finally accepted his fate and could only ask for help from the little girl. He hurriedly shouted out the window, "Sanni! Sanni!"

Sanni ran over from the pig pen carrying a pig food bucket and replied, "Hey! Mom, what's wrong?"

Zheng Yuan was too embarrassed to say that he couldn't light the fire, so he could only say, "My hands are weak today, come and help me light the fire."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

Sanni put the pig food bucket next to the water tank, wiped her hands, took the flint and steel, squatted in front of the pile of leaves, and lit them with two snaps. Then she quickly used tongs to put the leaves into the stove hole, pressed a few small firewoods on them to form a cavity, and the fire started immediately.