Traveling back to ancient times to make money and raise children is also free

I took Dabao to the vegetable market in the west of the town. I had some money on me, but I had nothing at home, so I had to go shopping today. Oil was the first thing I had to buy.

Lard is very expensive. When I asked the price, it was 15 cents per pound. I gritted my teeth and bought five pounds. I asked about pork and it was also 15 cents. I saw a pile of bones next to it. The meat on them was very clean, and there was a pile of internal organs next to it. It seemed that no one bought them to eat. "Master, how much are these?"

"Which one is cheaper? If you want it, take all the ten cents."

This is good. If it is stir-fried with ginger, onion, garlic and chili, it will be delicious. The most important thing is that it is cheap and has meaty taste. It is very suitable for us who don’t have two cents in our pockets now: "Okay, please pack it for me!"

"Are you sure you want them? These have a slight smell."

"I'm sure." As soon as he finished speaking, his sleeve was pulled.

Dabao pulled me and said, "Mom, that doesn't taste good. It stinks. No one eats it!"

I pretended not to hear it. The boy had never eaten it. If he had, he would definitely want to eat it again. It would be better to go back and make it now and let the facts speak for themselves.

When Dabao saw that I didn’t respond to him, he lowered his head helplessly.

After buying the oil, I left the market and went to a store selling clay pots by the river. I bought two clay pots, one for the oil and the other for frying all the internal organs, adding some oil and simmering them so that they can be eaten for a longer time. This will also improve the lives of the two children. I also went to the grocery store to buy a pound of salt, which is essential.

Then I went crazy and bought kitchen knives, ceramic bowls, hoes, flour, buckets, and 50 jin of brown rice at wen per jin. There was no other way. There was nothing at home. I had to buy these daily tools. I also bought three vegetable buns, one for each of us. Xiaobao kept his, and I finished mine in two bites. Only Dabao was holding the bun and eating it in small bites. In a flash, more than one liang of three liang of silver and forty wen was gone. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart that this money, whether in modern times or in ancient times, is not easy to spend!

Fortunately, after buying these things, we can have something to eat at home. Keep up the good work!

I had too many things. I walked here because I didn't have money. I couldn't afford to walk back, so I decided to take a bullock cart. When I arrived at the place where Old Man Liu parked his car, there were already several people in the cart. I quickly put my things away. I pulled Dabao and sat on it. I was afraid that this little brat would say he wanted to walk back again. There was nothing I could do. It was all because of poverty. Dabao saw me sitting on it, so I pulled him on too. He also lowered his head and sat next to me without saying a word. His little look made me laugh and angry.

Old Liu kept his mouth shut. He only glanced at the things we bought and said nothing. The people in the car were all women from neighboring villages. Fortunately, there were no women from the same village. There was no need to explain too much about where the money for the purchases came from.

After shaking all the way, we arrived home in the evening. The sun was setting and smoke was curling up from the small mountain village. If we didn’t have to rush around for three meals a day, this would be the best environment for retirement!

When I got back to the front door of my house, Xiaobao was sitting alone in front of the adobe house. He was so small and lonely. I took out the buns and called out, "Xiaobao, come here. Look what your mother brought you back?"

"Mom, you're back. Brother, you're back too? Xiaobao misses you guys. Xiaobao is so hungry."

"Come and have a bun as a reward for my most adorable little treasure."

"Mom, where did the buns come from? They're so delicious! I saw my second uncle eat them before, and they were so delicious."

This made me feel sad: "Xiaobao, don't worry, we will have food in the future. Xiaobao can eat as much as he wants and he will never be hungry again."

Xiaobao happily took the bun and took a bite. His mouth puffed up like a little hamster, "Hmm, hmm, so delicious! Mom, you eat it. Brother, you have a bite too!"

"Dabao shook his head: "We have all eaten. This is what my mother and I left for you. You must be starving. Eat it quickly."

Dabao carried the things into the room, picked up the newly bought bucket, and went out to fetch water. I found the fat and cut it into pieces. Dabao came back with the water and helped to wash the pig heart, lungs, and liver. I also cut the fat and started to boil the oil. By the way, I sent Dabao to burn some grass to make alkaline water to clean the pig intestines. Dabao washed it several times and finally there was no odor. He also helped to cut all of them into pieces.

The smell of boiling lard is really delicious. Fortunately, the house is at the end of the village and there are no houses around. Put the boiling oil in a clay pot, and fry the remaining cut offal with salt in two pots and put them in another clay pot.

I thought about it, washed and chopped the bitter buckwheat I picked the day before yesterday, added a handful of oil residue and fried them together. After frying, I put it in a ceramic bowl, washed some brown rice and steamed it. I turned around and saw Xiaobao looking at it eagerly, his mouth was about to drool. Dabao, embarrassed, looked at it and lowered his head again, because he was too hungry. I picked up two large pieces of fried food with chopsticks and stuffed one into their mouths. Seeing their satisfied looks, I couldn't help laughing, and asked Xiaobao to dig some wild onions at the back of the house. I also fried wild onions and pig hearts. It's a pity that there are no wild peppers and wild ginger, otherwise it would be more delicious.

There was no table, so after the rice was cooked, they ate it by the firelight on the stove. Although it was just a simple meal, Dabao and Xiaobao couldn't stop eating, especially Xiaobao, who kept saying, "It's delicious, it's delicious, Mom, can we eat such good food in the future?

Dabao's eyes sparkled as he looked at me: "I hope we can have such delicious food every day in the future!"

Dabao and Xiaobao laughed happily when they heard this. It was probably the happiest time for the two little guys to laugh since they moved out.

Although brown rice doesn't taste good, it is the best meal I've had in the past few days since I came to ancient times. I burst into tears and decided to strive to eat white rice every day in the future.

After eating, I washed myself, took out the pork bones, and boiled them over low heat until they became a white soup for tomorrow morning. I cleaned myself up again and lay in bed, feeling very tired but unable to sleep, as there were too many things to do at home.

The rainy season is coming soon, and the house needs to be renovated. It would be best to build another room so that Dabao and Xiaobao can live separately. It costs money to renovate the house and buy bedding and other things! These things can't last long. Thinking about it, I fell asleep.