Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Lin picked up one and explained, "The oil chestnut is smaller, with a shiny, oily skin. And look here," Lin turned the oil chestnut over. "The white chestnut is flat on this side, while the oil chestnut is plumper."

Cui Zhaozhao took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case.

"There's something more important." Lin's eyes were meaningful. "We in the north are mostly oil chestnuts."

Cui Zhaozhao was in awe. Her mother was really amazing. She knew in just two days that the place they traveled to was the north.

He whispered, "Mom, have you figured out which city we are in?"

"We haven't moved at all."

"what?"

She didn't understand. Didn't moving mean they were still in the original city?

"In my original memory, there were always seafood for sale in the market. Given the transportation in ancient times, the fact that seafood could be transported here alive meant that the sea was not far away."

In my previous life, the next city was by the sea, more than a hundred kilometers away.

Lin continued, "I took a close look at the mountains here this morning. The mountain to the east is high, with two small hills next to it. There's a hollow at the top of the high mountain. Isn't that where the cemetery is?"

Cui Zhaozhao's eyes suddenly widened. No wonder it felt so familiar.

In my previous life, my grandmother lived in a village at the foot of the mountain. When I was a child, my parents were busy, so I stayed at my grandmother's house during the summer vacation. There were fruit trees all over the mountain, and there were endless beans to pick in the vegetable garden.

My grandma's big yellow dog is broad-minded and honest. When she goes out to play occasionally, the big yellow dog stays by her side carefully.

It turns out to be here.

Cui Zhaozhao vaguely felt that something very important was happening. He pounded his head. On the mountain...

At this time, Cui Jingwen pushed the door open and came back.

"Sent it away?"

Cui Jingwen scooped up a bowl of cold water, drank it, wiped his mouth and said, "I've sent it over. The village head is looking for someone to help in the kitchen tomorrow. I heard that our family used to run a breakfast shop in the county, so we'd like you to come over and help out."

In ancient times, they were the ones who had the final say in the village. Since they had just arrived, it would not be a bad idea for them to interact more with the head of the village.

After thinking about it, Lin asked Cui Jingwen to make another trip, and she agreed to help in the kitchen.

"I've already agreed, and I also mentioned my aunt, so she's a good companion."

When Cui Jingwen saw the chestnut, his eyes lit up and he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth. Cui Zhaozhao quickly snatched it away, leaving a deep tooth mark on the chestnut.

Lin asked, "Does your aunt know about this?"

Cui Jingwen felt a pain in his teeth and rubbed his cheek: "I don't know, I'll go there again later."

Lin thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, go chop some firewood and go after dinner."

The west corner of Cui's house was filled with branches, and a pile of chopped firewood was built against the wall.

Cui Chengliang heard clanging sounds outside, and went out to see Cui Jingwen squatting on the ground, grunting as he pulled an axe from a wooden block.

Although the child is not good at working, he is quite strong. This wooden stump is a century-old tree stump that he specially found, and it is very dense.

He rubbed his brows, stepped forward and gritted his teeth to separate the axe from the wooden block.

"Go back to the house. I'll chop it up and send it to you later."

Cui Jingwen said in a muffled voice: "No, I can do it myself."

It’s all because his body is too weak. He was clearly aiming!

After several contacts, Cui Chengliang also felt his rejection of him, but he had no intention of repairing the relationship.

Seeing him chopping wood diligently and his movements becoming increasingly skilled, I inexplicably thought of my son from my previous life.

With the same stubbornness, he learned to ride a bike at the age of eight. The more he fell, the more he persisted. He pursed his lips and was determined to learn how to ride a bike.

Cui Chengliang shook his head. Ever since Lin came, he didn't know why, but he missed his wife and daughter from his previous life very much.

If they knew that they would have a time-travel experience after their death, they would be shocked.

Too bad they won't know.

Only when the yard returned to silence did Cui Chengliang withdrew his gaze with relief.

"Mom, how do I eat these oil chestnuts?"

Cui Zhaozhao thought about it again and again and still felt that sugar-roasted chestnuts were the best.

Lin smiled and tapped her forehead: "Xiao Liu is not as greedy as you. How about I make you some sugar fried food?"

"Mom is the best!" Cui Zhaozhao hugged his mother's arm and rubbed it again and again.

However, Lin's expression changed slightly as he pushed her away and scratched his arm.

Cui Zhaozhao hurriedly rolled up Lin's sleeves. Her fair arms were covered with scratches and a few bumps the size of millet grains.

There were also red bumps on the neck.

"This?" Cui Zhaozhao was a little anxious. How could he be allergic?

Fortunately it was discovered and not scratched. It would have been troublesome if it had festered.

"I'll go find a doctor." Cui Zhaozhao turned around and was about to go out.

"Come back." Lin put down her sleeves. "It's not that serious. Take a shower tonight and see what happens tomorrow."

Cui Jingwen brought in firewood. Lin gave Cui Zhaozhao a warning, and neither mother nor daughter said anything else.

The oil chestnuts were cut into small pieces with a knife, and after being stir-fried with oil and sugar, they were piled up in a small bowl with shiny oil.

Xiaoliu came out rubbing his eyes, tilted his head back and sniffed around with his little nose.

Cui Jingwen picked up a peeled sugar-roasted chestnut with a wicked smile and put it in front of Xiaoliu's nose, tempting the little guy to search all over the house for it.

Lin couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she slapped Cui Jingwen and drove him away. She peeled the chestnuts and blew on them.

"Xiaoliu, open your mouth."

Xiaoliu opened his mouth obediently, like a hippopotamus waiting to be fed in the zoo.

Soon a round piece of food was stuffed into his mouth. After chewing it twice, Xiaoliu's eyes lit up.

"Mom, what is this? I don't think I've eaten it before. It's delicious."

Soft and sticky, full of sweet fragrance.

"These are sugar-fried chestnuts. You can fry them or make porridge with them." Cui Zhaozhao brought out a bowl of sugar-fried chestnuts like a magic trick.

It has been a long time since I had a full meal since the famine last year. Today, I not only have meat to eat, but also sweet chestnuts.

Xiaoliu's eyes were filled with tears, he was so happy.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Lin wiped her hands quickly and hugged Xiaoliu into her arms. "Why are you crying when you have something delicious?"

Xiaoliu sobbed and said, "It's delicious, but delicious food costs money. Xiaoliu doesn't want to make mother too tired, so let's just drink the wild vegetable porridge. Xiaoliu is not afraid of hardship!"

It’s not easy for my mother to support the family, so a delicious meal is enough.

Cui Zhaozhao smiled and said, "These things didn't cost any money. Do you still remember those green balls?"

Xiaoliu nodded with tears in her eyes.

"There's a chestnut inside the green ball. Didn't it cost money?"

Xiaoliu was stunned that the green ball was so delicious that he immediately smeared it on his face.

"Then let's go to the mountains and pick more. We won't have to buy food if we eat this!"

Cui Zhaozhao was dragged out of the house by him, like a little bull, looking as if he was determined to pluck out all the chestnut trees on the mountain.

In the end, Mrs. Lin had a stern face, and Xiaoliu came back with a pout.

"It's too dangerous to go up the mountain at night. Let's go tomorrow morning when it's light."

Lin fried the mushrooms, blanched the wild vegetables, and mixed them with refreshing cold dishes. The staple food was the rice left over from lunch, which was boiled into thick porridge with water.

Xiaoliu could see that the two dishes on the table were all picked from the mountains. He didn't spend a penny and ate happily to his heart's content.

Cui Zhaozhao was concentrating on eating. Xiaoliu was still young and didn't know that the oil and seasonings used for cooking were much more expensive than grain.