The end of natural disasters: the daily life of child brides in ancient times

Qin Lang worked for another half hour before finally finishing cutting up all the wild boar pieces.

Lu Qingqing stayed by her side, helping out.

On days like this, getting wet outdoors is dangerous.

Even hot water is not an easy job.

When the two finished their work, their hands were already red from the cold.

At this moment, Old Man Zhuang was already cooking inside the house, and the aroma of meat wafted out faintly.

Today's lunch was a dish called "pig-killing feast"!

Among them, Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang both liked to eat large and small intestines, so Old Man Zhuang set them aside separately.

Keep these two ingredients to make braised pork intestines and sausage wrapped in sticky rice.

Sun Yue wiped her hands on her apron and came out with a broom.

"Qingqing, Xiaolang, come inside and warm up first."

I'll take care of the rest.

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward to clean up.

Qin Lang and Lu Qingqing each carried two large pig legs and placed them in the snow piled up in front of Old Man Zhuang's door.

In this way, the cut pork was frozen.

The two jogged into Old Man Zhuang's house.

The room was filled with moisture, and there was a significant temperature difference when you entered from outside.

A large pot was simmering with pork, steaming hot.

A fresh, meaty aroma wafted over.

Of the three wild boars the two brought back, two were freshly hunted, and the remaining one was killed in the spatial dimension.

The pig in the space had already been stir-fried by Lu Qingqing, so it didn't have any strange smell when cooked.

The two wild boars outside, however, were genuine adult male boars.

If you cook it, it will have a very strong, unpleasant smell.

However, what we ate for lunch today was wild boar from the space.

While shaving, Old Zhuang looked at it curiously.

In the end, they chose this wild boar, which for some reason did not have a bell.

As for the remaining two pigs, Lu Qingqing has decided that she will find an opportunity to persuade Old Man Zhuang.

Those two pigs, they should either be pickled or smoked, they can't be boiled.

Just then, Qin Lang ran to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and lifted the mat.

Seeing that she hadn't come over yet, he urged:

"Qingqing, come here quickly, it's warm here."

Lu Qingqing ran over and put her icy hands under the warm mat on the kang (heated brick bed).

The heat from the kang (heated brick bed) seeped through the mud surface, slowly dispelling the coolness from my hands.

Before long, my hands warmed up.

After finishing his work, Old Zhuang saw the two still standing there dumbfounded and urged them on:

"Qingyatou, Xiaolang, what are you two doing on the ground?"

Take off your shoes and get on the kang (heated brick bed) to warm up.

There's a quilt at the head of the kang (heated brick bed), so you can crawl in and cover your legs and feet.

"The pork will be ready in about 15 minutes."

As he spoke, he stirred the contents of the pot with the long spoon in his hand.

Smelling the pure aroma of meat, I exclaimed:

"Qing girl, tell me, this wild boar really knows how to grow."

I only realized when I was shaving the wild boar that it didn't have a bell.

At that moment, I thought, this pork must be delicious.

Sure enough, after adding just a few spices, the aroma came out as soon as it was cooked!

Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with a secret desire for glory and recognition.

Sun Yue went to the stable to add food and water to the horses, and also added charcoal to several stoves.

When I ran back into the house, the stewed pork was already cooked.

Old Zhuang brought out the largest bowls and basins in his house.

With things like this today, the original small kang table is completely too small to hold everything.

Qin Lang went back into the room and moved the kang table over as well.

With two tables placed together, the space suddenly felt much larger.

As bowls of meat were brought to the table, the whole house was filled with a delicious aroma.

Lu Qingqing divided the garlic paste she had prepared earlier into four small bowls, placing one in front of each person.

Having not eaten meat for a long time, the aroma of meat made them all very hungry.

With Chef Zhuang's words, "Let's eat!", four pairs of chopsticks started moving at the same time.

Lu Qingqing picked up a piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, dipped it in the prepared minced garlic, and put it in her mouth.

Upon tasting, the fresh meat flavor paired with minced garlic makes it rich yet not greasy.

As soon as they took their first bite, all four of them buried their heads in their food and forgot all about talking.

The scene of chopsticks flying everywhere only lasted for about fifteen minutes.

Of course, in that short period of time, the number of large bowls of meat on the table had noticeably decreased.

After the four of them ate something to tide them over, they began to slowly enjoy their meal.

After the meal, I finally satisfied my craving for meat.

Next door, Sun Laohai's wife finally noticed something was wrong.

It's mealtime, but the child hasn't come back for dinner.

You should know that their family still only eats one meal a day.

If we can't have lunch today, we'll just have to wait until tomorrow.

In normal years, Erhe might even have meals at someone else's house.

But in such a year of famine, no family has any extra food.

Erhe didn't come back for dinner, and I don't know what he's up to.

Unfortunately, both Sun Laohai and Sun Dahai went to buy charcoal today.

My daughter-in-law has to take care of the child and can't leave, so I can't find anyone else to help.

While scolding Sun Erhe for being insensible, Sun Laohai's wife wrapped her coat tightly around herself and headed out the door towards Datou's house.

She assumed the boy had lost track of time and wanted to go and call him back.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived at Da Tou's house, they found that Da Tou wasn't home either.

Now, both families were in a panic.

Erhe's mother and Datou's mother went together to two families where the children played well.

After searching around, they discovered that all seven or eight boys were missing!

You know, there are only a handful of boys left in the village.

This is no small matter.

A group of women ran to Uncle Wu's house and told him what had happened.

Uncle Wu was having dinner at home, and before he could even take a bite of the freshly cooked pork, he heard this bad news.

Now, he really lost all desire to eat meat.

He called over all the men in the village who had stayed behind and hadn't gone out.

After some questioning, someone remembered.

Last night, when Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang brought the wild boar back, Sun Erhe and a few other boys were there.

They were whispering and talking quietly nearby, I don't know what they said.

Uncle Wu's expression changed after hearing what the man said.

"Damn it, these kids, they didn't go hunting wild boars, did they!"

Upon hearing this, a group of women began to wail and cry.

A while ago, a group of merchants killed someone in the village.

Nowadays, each family really doesn't have many sons left.

Among these women, not only was the eldest son of the family left with only one son, but two other families were in the same situation.

Big Head's mother cried with snot and tears streaming down her face, pleading with Uncle Wu.

"Fifth Uncle, you have to save my eldest son!"

My husband died young, and now I'm the only child left.

"If I lose my big head, I won't live anymore!"

"Yes, Fifth Uncle, you must save my child!"