After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Thinking all the way, Fang Tong took two hours to return to the village.

Only after making sure that the meat was hidden did he go home without any change in expression.

As soon as he got home, Fang Nanzhi closed the door behind him with a bang and bolted it.

Fang Nanzhi said excitedly: "Daddy, did you buy some meat?"

In the room, Fang Yin was anxious to get off the kang, but Qin Yan wouldn't let her. She could only shout, "Brother, did you buy some meat?"

"I bought it, I bought it, ancestors, please be quiet for a while!" Fang Tong was helpless. He took out the meat from his arms and the big bone from his trouser leg.

"Eat meat, eat meat!" Fang Nanzhi was happy.

Qian Fengping asked hurriedly, her tone showing heartache and surprise: "You must have spent a lot to buy so many, right?"

She thought she was just buying two or three taels of copper to try it out, but it turned out to be a whole jin.

Even though the money was extorted from Patriarch Qin, she still felt distressed.

Fang Tong said truthfully, "A pound of pork and half a pound of pork bones. The meat cost twenty cents, and the bones were given as a gift."

This was beyond Qian Fengping's expectations: "So cheap?"

It’s not that pork is cheap, but there is a famine at the moment.

In the past, when she ate meat, it was always because Qin Yan had hunted and left a large piece of meat, and she would not be willing to stew it. But that didn't mean she didn't know the price. The meat was expensive on ordinary days, and it might be four or five times more expensive in a disaster year.

"This is the price I negotiated with him." Fang Tong said this, thinking of the young man's clear eyes, he wanted to laugh, and walked towards the kitchen with the pork: "Let's talk while we clean up."

The family came to the kitchen, the two younger ones helped occasionally, Qian Fengping cut the meat, and Fang Tong talked while making a fire.

Not only can he speak, but he also uses gestures when telling stories, making people feel as if they are there.

After learning what excuse Fang Tong used to deceive people, everyone was amused.

Qian Fengping smiled and patted him lightly: "How can you fool people like this? If you really meet a good girl tomorrow, introduce her to these two young people."

"However, we have to find out about the man's family in advance. If it's not good, we can't push the girl into the fire pit."

"Yes, yes, I'll listen to you." Fang Tong washed the meat and cooperated with her with a smile.

Fang Tong originally wanted to take over the job of stewing meat, but Qian Fengping refused to allow it.

"You've been busy all day since you came back from town. Let me stew it."

I can’t bear to stir-fry the meat, but stewing the meat is okay. You can stew a big pot of it, and after you finish the meat, you can still drink some of the broth, which is also delicious!

Add a pot of water to the pot, put in the washed and chopped pork and large bones in cold water, then add some spices and cook slowly over low heat to cook out the blood.

As for the spices, they were actually some odor-removing herbs that Qin Yan had picked up from the mountains before. Qian Fengping dried and stored a lot of them, and they came in handy now.

Needless to say, the father and daughter consciously closed the kitchen doors and windows.

This is meat, how can people smell it?

After the water in the pot boiled, Qian Fengping used a spatula to skim off the foam one by one. She also asked the two people to wash two yams, cut them into slices and bring them over, and then washed some of the dried vegetables that she had collected yesterday.

Qian Fengping skimmed off the foam, changed the water, added yam and dried vegetables, covered the lid and continued to stew.

After a while, the aroma of meat in the pot filled the kitchen. Fang Nanzhi tilted her head back, her little nose moving as she sniffed the aroma of meat in the air.

The pork bone and yam soup was simmered for about an hour before it was finished. Before serving, Qian Fengping threw in a few pieces of salt and stirred it evenly.

Eat something salty to have the energy to work!

It’s a pity there is no white sugar, otherwise I could add it in to enhance the flavor!

As soon as the food was ready, it was brought directly to the room where Fang Yin was recuperating. A table was set up beside the kang, and the dishes and chopsticks were placed on the table.

As soon as the whole family sat down, they swallowed their saliva together and Fang Tong opened the lid.

The soup base is clear in color, and the remaining fishy smell is almost covered by the yam and dried vegetables. The most delicious part is the meat, which has been stewed until it is tender. Eaten with the fresh soup, it melts in your mouth and leaves a lingering aftertaste.

"Smack~" Fang Nanzhi sighed, narrowed her eyes and said contentedly, "Auntie's cooking is even more delicious than that of the restaurant chef."

It was a great pleasure for a cook to have his cooking skills recognized. Qian Fengping smiled and said, "So, you've also tried soup made by a chef?"

Fang Nanzhi shook her head, then nodded, saying firmly, "I've tried Chef Qian's soup! It's delicious!"

"You are just sweet-talking." Qian Fengping smiled angrily, but she still felt warm in her heart.

Every time she finishes cooking, the little girl is the first to praise it. Even if it is just a big pancake, she will still praise it. Who can not love a girl like this?

Fang Yin didn't even bother to speak. His cheeks were puffed up, and the satisfaction on his face was enough to show how delicious the stew was.

Since the famine began, several people have not eaten meat since then.

Towards the end of the meal, everyone was almost focused on eating. After the meat was gone, they started eating the side dishes.

The dried vegetables absorb the aroma of the soup very well, and the yam is delicious and soft.

Even the bones were taken out and the marrow was dug out, one piece was given to Fang Nanzhi and the other was given to Qin Yan.

This was not enough. The remaining soup was divided among Fang Tong and Fang Yin, who ate it with their dry food, feeling very satisfied.

The whole family ate a lot and their stomachs were bulging.

Throughout the year, I can only eat my fill during the Chinese New Year, and I have never been this full.

Fang Nanzhi felt sleepy after eating. She squinted her eyes and lay back on the chair, stroking her round belly with her little hands.

She could see that her father and aunt gave most of the meat to the three of them, but didn't eat much themselves.

The little girl secretly had an ideal in her heart. When she grew up and made money, she would let them all eat meat as much as they wanted!

Eat meat every day! Eat meat every meal, you can't skip it!

When I was about to fall asleep, I heard the sound of gongs and drums outside.

The village chief started beating his old drum, which meant that something was happening in the village again.

Fearing it was a serious matter, they did not dare to delay and each family immediately sent one or two people, and they rushed to the village chief's house in a large crowd.

Fang Tong and his daughter wiped the oil off their mouths and rinsed their mouths before leaving.

When they arrived at the place, they saw a middle-aged man in gorgeous brocade clothes following the village chief. Everyone stopped being lazy and chattering, and became much quieter, looking at each other secretly.

Who is this? This dress is really nice and looks expensive. Could it be some landlord coming here?

When everyone arrived, the village chief stood at the front and looked at the villagers below who were much more orderly than before, feeling a little satisfied.

Okay, I look a bit more human when I pretend to be like this.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, I'll just say what I want to say."

The village chief had a smile on his face, and his voice was more energetic than ever: "Two things. The first is good news. The county has issued a notice that grain tax will be waived this year!"

This is indeed great news!

The villagers couldn't remain calm any longer. Some of them were so happy that they jumped up on the spot, and some even wanted to cry.

This is not just a simple matter of not collecting grain taxes, it also means that the hope of all of them surviving this winter has increased a little bit!