The road to wealth of a peasant widow

After finally finishing breakfast, Chen Cui went to the backyard at the urging of the children.

At this time, the mud outside the firewood pile had already cooled completely. Chen Cui found a wooden stick and used her strength to knock open the dry mud shell on the outside, revealing the wooden stick inside which had turned completely black.

"Is it really burned?" Changping couldn't help but murmured.

Changan and Changfu also came forward to look at the so-called "charcoal". Changfu even reached out to take one of the charcoal, but as soon as he got it in his hand, the long piece of charcoal broke into several pieces as if it had become crispy.

Chang Fu was shocked and took a step back, looking at the debris on the ground and said, "How did it break? I didn't use any force!"

As he said this, he looked at Chen Cui with a red face: "Mom, I really didn't use much strength, it broke by itself."

Chen Cui nodded: "Well, I know, it's none of your business."

She squatted down and picked up another piece of charcoal from the pile. Again, it broke into pieces when she touched it lightly. She did not give up and tried a few more times, but the result was the same every time.

The same thing happened after the mud shell on another pile of firewood was removed. The charcoal that looked intact on the surface shattered with a slight touch.

It seems that the charcoal was not burned well this time and it failed!

She gently picked up the broken charcoal slag with her hands. This was because the wood was burned too much. How could she avoid this result?

Chen Cui remained silent, thinking carefully about every step of making charcoal, pondering the details, and wondering which link had gone wrong.

"Mom, don't be sad. If it really doesn't work, forget it. Our family hasn't suffered any loss anyway. It's just a little firewood. If it's gone, it's gone." Changping saw his mother squatting on the ground for a long time without saying anything, and thought she was sad about it, so he hurried forward to comfort her.

At this moment, Chen Cui was lost in her own thoughts. She said "hmm" casually and continued to look blankly.

Seeing this, the three brothers did not dare to disturb them for a moment, and just stood there in a daze, staring at the debris on the ground.

They didn't know why, but their mother was as kind as before, but they felt that she seemed to have a bit more majesty. She was becoming more and more methodical in giving them instructions, and she made it clear what everyone should do, so that people couldn't help but obey her arrangements.

Suddenly, Chen Cui slammed her hand on the ground and shouted, "I know!"

Several people were shocked. What did mother know?

Chen Cui stood up from the ground, stretched her stiff legs, and said to the three people with a smile: "I know why the charcoal didn't burn this time. Let's try again this time. I guarantee it will succeed."

As he spoke, he began to instruct them to clean up the residue, clear the area, and follow the same steps as last time.

Seeing how excited their mother was, the three brothers didn't dare to say anything and just did as she instructed.

There were still quite a few branches left from last time, all cut into appropriate lengths and piled up at the edge of the yard.

However, when stacking the firewood onto the edge of the firewood pile, Chen Cui asked to stack it a few more times outwards.

Last time, because it was the first time to try it, I didn’t dare to put too much firewood. I only stacked it twice and then started to wrap it with wheat straw and mud. It was because of this reason that it didn’t burn completely and failed to burn successfully.

This time the amount was increased, and five circles of firewood were stacked on the outside to form a big circle.

Then go back to the front yard to get some wheat straw, mix it with mud, and then light a fire.

This time, Chen Cui still let the three children do it, and she watched from the side, strictly filling all the holes in order.

By mid-afternoon, all the holes were sealed.

Different from the excitement and anticipation last time, after the failure, the three brothers did not hold such high hopes this time. They were just afraid that their mother would be unhappy, so they did not show it so obviously.

Chen Cui has great confidence in this experiment and thinks it should be successful this time. She has even decided to go to the mountain to cut some branches tomorrow for later use.

Changping and the other two saw that their mother was in high spirits, so they didn't know what to say and could only do as she asked.

In the evening, Chen Cui stayed in the space for a while, reminiscing about the good life in the past, and then enjoying the future. Then she came out and lay on the bed, falling asleep with expectations for tomorrow, but she didn't know that the three little guys in the west room were discussing her at this time.

The three brothers slept in one bed, Chang'an and Changfu slept on one end, and Changping slept on the other end, and they shared the same quilt.

Several people had already crawled into bed, but they couldn't fall asleep, so they lay there in the dark and chatted.

It was Changping who first brought up the topic: "Changan, Changfu, do you think that mom seems to be a little different recently?"

Changfu tilted his head: "No, what's different about mother?"

Changan, who was usually taciturn, said, "It tastes better than before!"

Speaking of eating, Changfu suddenly became excited, arched his body in the quilt and turned over: "Yes, the food mom cooks is better than before, I feel like I have gained weight recently!"

As he spoke, he pinched his arm and said to himself, "It seems to be a little thicker than before."

After hearing what he said, Changan couldn't help but touch his face. He seemed to be a little fatter than before.

Changping couldn't help but touch his waist. It seemed that there was more flesh than before.

After Changfu changed the subject, Changping, who was originally confused, turned his attention to food. The three brothers began to discuss the recent meals at home, the methods of making various pasta dishes, and everyone's preferences for pasta.

Changfu prefers to eat soft fermented noodles such as steamed buns and flower rolls, while Changan prefers noodles made by his mother and soupy noodles such as dumpling soup. Changping has no obvious preference and thinks anything is fine.

As he was talking, Changan suddenly sighed: "It would be nice if I could have some dumplings."

Chang Fu sneered, "Second brother, you are so greedy. We have rice, flour and steamed buns to eat every day, but you are still not satisfied and even want to eat dumplings!"

Changan just couldn't help but say out his innermost wish. Now he was laughed at by his brother. He felt embarrassed and annoyed, so he kicked him in the quilt: "What's wrong? I didn't say you have to eat it. You can't even think about it!"

Chang Fu quickly covered his mouth and smiled, "Okay, okay, okay, second brother, go to bed early. Maybe you can even eat fat chickens and big ducks in your dreams!"

Speaking of fat chickens and big ducks, they couldn't help but think of the seventh-day meals their mother had made a few days ago, and the braised pork they had eaten. The taste was better than any other banquet they had attended before.

When will mom be able to make braised pork again? These people thought.

In the darkness, the brothers all began to swallow their saliva at the same time.