Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

"You don't know, right? Today is the Spring Festival. Our troubled year has passed. After midnight today, it will be a new year. This is also your first year in our tribe. You are the most precious treasure of our tribe, so Fu Cang and I want to give you the best things we can.

In fact, we all know that you have seen many more good things than these, but this is our sincere heart, please don't despise it!"

Yue Lu's words almost made Mo Xiaonian cry.

"How could I dislike it? The gifts you gave me are more precious than anything else. I didn't expect the New Year to be so soon, and I didn't prepare any gifts for you!"

Mo Xiaonian frowned in distress, thought for a while, and suddenly patted his palms.

"I understand. I'll prepare some delicious food for you. After all, it's the Spring Festival, so we have to have a festive atmosphere. I'll also make more dumplings for everyone in our tribe to taste!"

When Yue Lu heard that Mo Xiaonian was going to make dumplings for everyone in the tribe, she felt distressed.

"Oh, there are nearly 300 people in our tribe now. How many dumplings do we have to make?"

"It's okay, make bigger dumplings, five for each person, that's 1,500 dumplings. We have so many women here, let's work together and we'll be done in no time. I have enough flour at home, and there are a lot of cabbages I picked up before. After all, it's Chinese New Year, it only comes once a year, I'll fry some meatballs and stew some meat for you, this New Year's Eve dinner will be quite sumptuous!"

Yuelu had never eaten fried meatballs, but she had made dumplings once and already knew how to make them, so the task of making dumplings was given to Yuelu. Mo Xiaonian secretly took out a few pieces of tofu, mixed them with some flour and dried wild vegetables, and fried a pot of tofu meatballs.

As soon as Fu Cang and Hu Mu walked near the entrance of the cave, a strong fragrance filled their noses.

Hu Mu was still sniffing hard in confusion.

"Oh my god, what's that smell? Why is it so fragrant? Fu Cang, look, your wife is busy in the kitchen. What did she make for you? Why does it smell so good?"

Fu Cang had no idea what Mo Xiaonian had done.

They found several footprints of outsiders on the snow near the cave yesterday. Fu Cang and Hu Mu both thought that it was the lingering ghost of Hu Liang, and that he was up to evil intentions again. So early this morning, the two of them led more than a dozen people to follow the traces, but those traces extended to a very far place. Fu Cang felt that they should not go deeper, or they would fall into Hu Liang's trap. So they came back and planned to set some traps near the cave, maybe they could catch Hu Liang.

Although Fu Cang didn't know what Mo Xiaonian had done, he knew that he could just close his eyes and blow it!

"Isn't today the Chinese New Year? Xiao Nian must have prepared something delicious for me."

"But it smells so good, doesn't it? Let's go and see what she has made."

Fu Cang didn't really want Hu Mu to go over and see what Mo Xiaonian had made, and no matter what he made, he would never let Hu Mu taste it.

But Hu Mu was shameless enough. After he stopped being the leader, he became even more shameless. He actually left him behind and ran straight to the kitchen.

The greasy and golden tofu balls had just been fried and were crispy and delicious. Mo Xiaonian just picked one up and put it in her mouth when she was seen by Hu Mu who was standing at the door.

"Hey, Fucang wife, what the hell are you cooking? Why does it taste so good?"

Mo Xiaonian was an open-minded person. He picked up a meatball and handed it forward.

"This is called croquettes, try it..."

As soon as Mo Xiaonian stretched out his hand, Fu Cang pushed Hu Mu aside and walked in. He opened his mouth and swallowed the meatball in Mo Xiaonian's hand. It was so hot that he kept gasping for breath.

"Spit it out quickly! This is freshly fried and it's hot!"

There was no way Fu Cang would spit it out, even if it scalded him to death. He didn't bother to talk to Mo Xiaonian. He watched her finish frying the meatballs, picked up the wooden basin with the meatballs and walked towards his home. He looked like he would fight to the death with anyone who dared to eat one.

Hu Mu pointed at Fu Cang's back with shaking fingers.

"What's the harm in eating just one of these damned things? Why are you still protecting the food? Am I still a member of the Moonfall Tribe?"

Mo Xiaonian tugged at his sleeve.

"Brother Humu, the elder is making dumplings with his women. Today is the Spring Festival, and everyone can get five big dumplings!"

When Hu Mu heard that he would have dumplings to eat soon, he immediately became happy.

Although he had never eaten it, he could not resist Fu Cang's constant praise of how delicious and fragrant the dumplings his wife made were, which made his expectations very high. Now, when he heard that he would be able to get five big dumplings in a while, Hu Mu immediately became excited. He walked into the cave and saw Yue Lu and a group of women making dumplings. They had already made a lot of dumplings and were placing them on a big rock.

Fu Cang took Maru directly into his home.

Fu Cang would not let anyone except his family members eat the delicious food made by his wife.

The atmosphere suddenly became completely lively. Everyone in the tribe became happy and for the first time they were looking forward to the Spring Festival.

When it was getting dark, Yuelu announced that it was time to put the dumplings into the pot.

There were 1,500 dumplings, and it would take more than ten times to cook them in three large iron pots. Yue Lu distributed the dumplings while they were cooking. It took a full hour before all the dumplings were distributed to everyone.

It is impossible to put too much meat in so many dumplings. They are basically just cabbage, with only a few bits of meat visible. But even so, these five dumplings still conquered everyone in the tribe.

This stuff smells really good, and most importantly, it was given to them by Mo Xiaonian for free! Things given for free are more fragrant than those made by oneself.

The five big dumplings allowed the family to celebrate a lively New Year, and the happiest person was Fu Cang, because he not only had big dumplings, but also fried meatballs and a pot of braised meat.

Therefore, when it was time to eat, he did not hide in his house to eat secretly, which was unusual for him. Instead, he held a large bowl with a whole bowl of dumplings, fried meatballs on top of the dumplings, and a large piece of braised meat.

He held the bowl and walked around the cave for a full circle. When he came back, the dumplings were all cold.

He would be happy to do that too.

While biting a dumpling, Shitou poked the sickle sitting next to him with his finger.

"I say, Sickle, why didn't I notice that Fu Cang was so cocky before? When he defeated all the warriors in our tribe before, he didn't get so cocky! He's making the dumplings in my bowl taste bad! Hey Sickle, why didn't you eat any dumplings?"