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

Except for Master Pei and the other two, the remaining ten or so helpers were all provided with meals by the village. The head of the village ordered that they be provided with at least two dishes a day, and the meals were all solid dry rice.

Feng secretly lifted the lid of the pot, and the aroma of rice hit her face. After the heat dissipated, she saw that it was a mixture of old rice and corn, and there was not a drop of water in it.

"Oh my god, how much rice is this? This pot is enough to feed me for a month."

The Xinghua family lives next door to the Feng family. Every day I see this girl bringing back a big bowl. Yesterday I shamelessly asked for a bite. The taste was so good that my mouth was filled with the aroma of rice until the evening.

No wonder such an honest person like the eldest sister-in-law rushed to help in the kitchen. And that Lin was full of evil intentions. She took advantage of her as soon as she returned to the village.

Knowing that she was pregnant and had eaten good meals for so many days, they didn't even bring her a bowl of food. They were so unkind.

Lin frowned and looked at Xiaolu. She didn't know what had happened in Yu's family and why she hadn't come back for so long.

The sun is high in the sky at noon.

The well diggers finished their work, sweating profusely, and swarmed to the foot of the tree. The stove was close by, and the aroma of food had already made their stomachs rumble.

Lin was busy running around, and several women carried the food to the table, half a bowl of stir-fried mushrooms and wild vegetable egg drop soup.

"I have strong hands. You guys take a break and I'll serve the food." Feng held the rice bucket tightly and smiled as she drove Lin and the others aside.

Lin pursed her lips. She had thought Feng was lazy before, but she didn't expect her to be so warm-hearted. She turned around and went to the side to serve soup with Xinghua.

"Third brother, you must be tired. Eat more." Feng stirred the pot with the spoon a few times and poured a large spoonful of rice into the bowl.

Cui Chengliang looked around and asked, "Why isn't my sister-in-law here?"

Feng said, "She has some family problems. I don't know the details. I'm just here to help her."

"It's rare that there is someone who can order you around," the person next to her joked.

Cui Chengliang frowned and took the food aside.

The people behind him saw Cui Chengliang's bowl full of rice and immediately shouted, "Why did you give him so much?"

Feng was not annoyed. She smiled and scooped a large spoonful of rice, filling the bowl.

"How can I be partial? Everyone gets this much."

Usually, Mrs. Yu would only scoop half a bowl of rice, but now she had a full bowl. The helpers were so happy that they kept praising Mrs. Feng for her generosity.

Cui Chengliang weighed the bowl silently, feeling that today's meal was not as heavy as the previous ones.

The helpers were squatting under the big locust tree to eat. Feng looked at the half bucket of rice left and smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.

While Lin and the others were busy cleaning up, Feng turned her back and secretly put the leftovers into her pocket, even licking the rice spoon clean.

There was some leftover food and soup, and each of the women helping in the kitchen received a portion. Lin's portion was usually given to Yu or Xinghua.

Feng had helped today, so it was not good to let her work for nothing. Just as he was about to give her the vegetables, he looked up and saw Feng's back as she hurried away.

"Strange." Lin murmured. Feng was not willing to take advantage of this.

Feng ran all the way home, turned around, locked the door, and excitedly took out the hot meal from her arms.

She was smart. She broke up the rice and only needed half a spoonful to fill a bowl.

Wulang and Qilang looked at the rice eagerly, but it turned out to be dry rice. There was so much rice in their mother's hand, they should be able to have a few bites.

"Mom, I'm hungry..."

Feng's face turned pale. "You're a reincarnated ghost who died of starvation. All you know is to cry out for hunger. What are you still standing there for? Go light the fire."

Wulang and Qillang grinned, thinking that their mother meant that they could eat.

Feng stuffed two mouthfuls of rice into her mouth, choked and beat her chest. She scooped out another bowl of rice and locked the rest in the cabinet.

When he came out of the inner room, he saw Wulang and Qilang sitting in front of the stove. He frowned and asked, "Why are you two making the fire? Where is that girl Donghua?"

Wu Lang stood up nervously: "Didn't mother ask Donghua to go to her uncle's family..."

Feng remembered that Donghua, Erlang and Silang were still delaying Yu, so she pointed at Wulang.

"Go call them all back and have a good meal today. Don't say I didn't give you food anymore."

Wulang was delighted and hurried to call Chunhua and the others. His mother had always eaten all the delicious food by herself before and never cooked for them. Today, the whole family could finally have a meal together.

Under the big locust tree.

The helper ate a bowl of rice, but felt like he hadn't eaten anything. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he surrounded Lin and the others.

"What's going on today? This meal isn't filling at all!"

"Look at this big bowl of rice, but it's gone in just two bites. We all work hard for the village, how can you fool us like this?"

The men were so aggressive that Xinghua turned pale with fear. Lin took a deep breath and said with a smile, "We've cooked enough rice for everyone. If you're not full, have another bowl."

The original owner had many years of experience in running a breakfast shop, so the meals were all cooked by Lin. From the beginning, five taels of rice were used per person for a meal. It had been fine for so many days. Maybe today it would be Feng's turn to serve the meals, so it wouldn't be a big deal if a bowl of rice was a little less.

But when he opened the lid, Lin was dumbfounded by the empty rice bucket.

She was sure that the rice she cooked was enough for everyone, but now no one was full and there was no rice in the bucket.

Lin's mind suddenly flashed with the image of Feng running away. Feng was the one who cooked the meal. Could it be related to her?

Seeing Lin staring at the empty bucket without saying anything, the villagers shouted at Lin to give them an explanation.

"Uncle Li Zheng trusted you so much, but you even stole the village's food. I think you have no good intentions when you return to Xiahe Village!"

"We don't have enough food to eat, and we can't dig a well. The whole village will starve to death. You are trying to kill us all!"

The villagers didn't listen to her explanation, and Lin stood in the crowd with a pale face.

This isn't right.

"Aunt Lin didn't steal the food!" Xinghua stood in front of Lin with a pale face.

"What do you know, little girl? You have no right to speak here. Get out of the way."

The man who was speaking raised his hand to hit someone, but Lin quickly pulled Xinghua aside.

Widow Qin saw that all the villagers were angry at Lin, and she couldn't suppress her anger.

Go ahead and make a fuss. It’s better to kick her out of the village.

Cui Chengliang tried his best to stop the angry villagers.

After spending a few days together, Cui Chengliang intuitively felt that Lin would not do something like stealing grain, and even if she wanted to steal grain, she would not do it so obviously.

"Why are you arguing!"

When he heard the noise in the house, he saw a group of men surrounding several women and immediately became unhappy.

When the villagers saw the head of the village come out, they felt like they had found their backbone.

"Uncle Village Head, you also said that digging a well is a major event for the whole village. We worked so hard, but in the end we couldn't even get enough food to eat."

The village head drooped his eyelids and looked at Lin: "What's going on? Is there not enough rice?"

Lin raised her head and said firmly, "We've cooked enough rice. Just like the previous few days, we had six pounds of rice. We always had some left over after finishing it, but today it's not enough."

Someone nearby spat, "We're all hungry, so it's obviously you who has the problem."

The village head frowned, looked around and asked, "Where is Lichun's mother?"

Lin explained, "She had something to do at home, so she went back."

"I think they stole the food and are busy hiding it at home."

"Shut up!" The village head's forehead was throbbing.

Just one meal caused unrest in the whole village, and Master Pei was watching from the side, which was a complete discredit to Xiahe Village.

But the grain was pooled together by all the villagers, so he had to give everyone an explanation no matter what, otherwise his prestige as the village head would be greatly reduced.