Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

The eldest sister told her younger sisters that no matter what kind of food Mother gave them, they could only eat wild vegetable porridge and must leave the good ones for Mother.

On the other side, Yang Xiuying made egg pancakes and cooked rice. She asked Lao Wu to bring eight coarse earthenware bowls to serve the rice. She also emptied the earthenware jar and made a soup.

There is meat for sale in the system mall, but you can't buy it now, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to my daughters. You can buy a small bottle of blended oil, which can be used for making omelets and cooking, but you must make sure there are enough eggs.

When the second son returned the basket, he saw a table full of food on the big rock.

"Mother, is this what we're having for dinner?"

Didn't we just have chicken for lunch? Is the little food Grandma gave us enough to eat like this? Even at Grandma's house during Chinese New Year, the food wasn't that good.

The eight mothers and daughters gathered in a circle and looked at a pot of vegetable soup. Next to the soup were eight fried egg pancakes and eight bowls of white rice. The seven children were a little overwhelmed. This food was too good. Were they really for themselves?

Until Yang Xiuying said, "What are you still standing there for? Come on and eat. Each of you has a bowl of white rice, an egg pancake, and as much vegetable soup as you can drink. If you don't have enough, mother will serve you more."

The eldest, Zhaodi, was only twelve years old, a half-grown child. Xiao had prepared herself mentally beforehand, but when faced with a table full of delicious food, she still couldn't resist the temptation. The younger sisters beside her were already holding their bowls and eating.

She took a deep breath, took a spoon and scooped some vegetable soup into the rice. This was white rice,

Zhaodi's eyes lit up after taking a mouthful of rice soaked in vegetable soup. This soup contained not only oil but also salt. During the Chinese New Year, girls like them could only get some leftover soup with a few oil beads floating on the soup, but now her bowl was full of shiny oil.

The fourth child was eating an egg pancake with his mouth greasy, "Mother, you are so kind to us. I just went to the chicken coop and saw that the hens are laying eggs again. When there are more eggs, I will save them and leave them for the hens to hatch chicks, so that we will have more eggs than we can eat."

Yang Xiuying ate her meal in silence. There were only four chickens in the house, and she put six eggs in. The fourth chicken didn't seem to notice, but it would be difficult to fool the eldest and second chickens.

Lao Wu took a bite of rice and then a piece of bread: "Mother, the rice is so fragrant, and the egg bread is so smooth, much better than the black flour steamed bun. No wonder the masters in the city eat rice."

Lao Qi took the egg pancake and ate it in small bites: "I wish I could eat egg pancakes every day!"

Lao Qi ate and licked his fingers, which had the aroma of eggs.

The eldest sister looked at Xiuying, who was silent and lowered her head, and said to her sisters, "We are lucky to have a meal. We have to thank our mother for this. What kind of family can eat white rice every day?"

The six children thought about it and realized that, yes, they were just greedy. Their mother was willing to split up the family property for them, so how could they expect too much in terms of food? They should think about working harder to repay their mother.

The seven sisters finished their white rice, drank a few mouthfuls of soup with vegetable leaves and stopped eating. The second sister helped to clean up the dishes, and the eldest sister lit a fire on the ground.

As the sky gradually darkened, the eight of them, mother and children, sat around the fire. Yang Xiuying promised her daughters, "From now on, we will have three meals a day, and every meal will be white rice. Not only white rice, but also eggs and meat."

Old Seven's eyes sparkled as he asked, "Is it chicken?"

The chicken she had today was delicious, but it was not cooked enough and got stuck in her teeth. Her mother said she would stew another one next time until the bones were broken down and the meat would come off easily. Thinking of this, Lao Qi swallowed her saliva in big mouthfuls.

Yang Xiuying touched the seventh child's round head and said, "We not only have chicken, but also duck, pork, and mutton. We can make whatever you want to eat."

When the fourth child heard about chicken and duck, he glanced towards the fence. There were only four chickens and three ducks at home, and they would be gone if they were eaten. When he heard about pork and mutton, his eyes lit up again. Was A-niang not going to kill the chickens at home? Was she going to buy more? But where would the family have that much money?

The moon quietly climbed up the branches, and the eight mothers and daughters were talking and laughing.

"Zhao Di, Pan Di, Lai Di, Yin Di, Huan Di, Meng Di."

When the seven girls heard Xiuying calling their names, they immediately quieted down.

Xiuying said to the seven girls, "Let me give you a name, a name that truly belongs to you."

The seven girls looked at each other. They hated the name that their grandmother had given them. To them, this name represented injustice and humiliation. It was not the meaning of their existence. Perhaps it was not a name at all, but more like a code name.

"Okay, mother, you can take it."

"Mother, we all like your name."

"We don't like the name Grandma gave us."

The seven girls looked at Xiuying with joy in their eyes.

Xiuying pondered the original owner's memory

The eldest daughter was born in March, the second daughter in May, the third daughter in August, the fourth daughter in December, the fifth and sixth daughters in January, and the seventh daughter in November.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Xiu said to his seven daughters, "The eldest is called Peach Blossom, the second is Pomegranate, the third is Osmanthus Fragrance, the fourth is Winter Plum, the fifth is Winter Osmanthus, the sixth is Silver Lotus, and the seventh is Camellia."

The children cheered

"My name is Taohua, it's a nice name."

"I'm Osmanthus."

"The name my mother gave me is still the best."

"Wow..." Little Seventh cried out, "Why are all the sisters flowers, but I am tea! I want flowers, not tea."

Xiuying hurriedly explained, "Camellia is also a flower. It looks very similar to the peony and is very beautiful."

Little Old Seven pouted and said, "Okay then, I'll call you Peony."

Eight people, mother and daughter, gathered around a fire, chatting and laughing happily. This was the first day they separated from their family.

The Zhao family was also having dinner at this time, but they only had black flour steamed buns to eat. The eldest brother of the Zhao family, who came back once a month, also came back. What was different from the past was that the eldest brother had been beaten black and blue.

Tian Guilan grumbled quietly, "How can they beat people for no reason? Do they have any law? If not, let's report it to the police!"

When he heard that he was going to report it to the police, he was shocked. Boss Zhao lost money gambling and was beaten because he couldn't come up with so much money. He only dared to say that the foreman couldn't come up with the money and beat him up. If he reported it to the police, wouldn't the whole village know about it? How could he do that?

What made him most angry was that Xiuying took those girls and separated from the family after he had been away for only a few days. Even if he didn't sell those girls to the old man as wives, he would have to raise them for a few years until they were of marriageable age, and he would have to collect a lot of betrothal gifts!