Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Song Shaner picked up the smallest kitchen knife and peeled the puffball mushroom.

Qiao Zhizhi was standing aside, washing the dirt off the broom fungus.

After cleaning it up, Song Jianer put clean water into the pot and poured in the puffball mushrooms and broom mushrooms.

"Just cook it and eat it like this?" Qiao Yunni asked.

"Cook it first, then cut and fry it." Song Jianer said as he sat in front of the stove and added firewood.

These two kinds of mushrooms can actually be fried directly, but there is not much oil in the oil tank, so it is difficult to fry them, and the taste will be smoother after cooking.

She developed a habit of boiling all kinds of mushrooms first, as some are slightly poisonous, and cooking them first is a detoxification process.

After they were cooked, they were taken out and the two types of mushrooms were separated. Song Jianer cut the puffball mushrooms into slices and cut the broom mushrooms into small pieces.

"Aunt San, just stir-fry one dish as you normally would."

"Done." At this time, Mrs. Lu had already finished a dish of stir-fried eggplant and a dish of boiled purslane in another pot.

The fields didn't produce enough food, so the money earned from hunting was all used to buy food. The larger prey had to be sold, and only if we occasionally came across a wild rabbit or a pheasant would we eat it as a snack to give everyone strength. It wasn't possible to eat vegetarian food all the time.

Mrs. Lu quickly and skillfully fried the puffball mushrooms and broom mushrooms separately. Two large plates were full and they smelled delicious. I almost wanted to try them, but I resisted the urge to wait until I got home to eat them together.

In fact, the Qiao family works very hard, and making a few simple side dishes in the kitchen is the most leisurely job.

Qiao Zhizhi went to the fields by the river to call for help, while Mrs. Lu set up the table. Qiao Yunni used her crutches to get a stool. Mrs. Lu tried to persuade her but she refused to listen, so she had no choice but to take care of her. However, she was determined not to let her do any heavy work.

When Song Jianer got up this morning, Qiao Yunni was still asleep, so she went to check on Qiao Yunni's feet.

The bone is not broken or dislocated. It should be a severe sprain and it will heal after some rest.

Old Mrs. Song is such a smart person, it is impossible that she doesn't know this, but she can't wait to kick the person out of the house. Why?

In fact, Qiao Yunni broke her leg, but the Song family claimed that her leg was broken, constantly implying that Qiao Yunni was a useless person, as if they wanted to occupy a moral high ground.

After all, in the village, labor is important, and a person who cannot work is indeed a burden.

Moreover, Old Mrs. Qiao also rotated the work among Qiao Yunni. Did she actually know that Qiao Yunni's legs and feet would not always be like this? She just took this opportunity to get her daughter back.

No, no one in the Qiao family objected to the rotation, which meant everyone knew what was going on.

Each room took turns for five days, and by the time it was their turn, half a month had passed. By then, Qiao Yunni's legs and feet were almost healed.

She understood that the Qiao family really didn't want Qiao Yunni to stay in the Song family anymore.

Although the Qiao family is aggressive and extremely united, this is the first time someone has come to their house with weapons.

In a family that is so determined to protect their married daughter, Qiao Jianer is very willing to help them get rich together.

She found a wooden basin, added water into it, and then put the chicken mushrooms in next to the edge of the basin. In this way, after half an hour, the chicken mushrooms will fully open.

Then Qiao Jianer put the wooden basin under the bed and dropped the sheets to cover it.

In the afternoon, when there were not many people at home, it would be easier for her to handle the situation.

There was a noise outside, and the Qiao family members came back carrying their weapons.

"Mom, why don't we build it higher?" said Qiao Laoer.

Old Mrs. Qiao jumped up and slapped her tall son on the forehead.

"You eat less rice than I do salt. If you build higher, the river water won't be able to withstand it, and it will collapse, which will harm more seedlings. Now we can only keep reinforcing it and try to hold out for a while longer. If there is another flood later, the damage won't be too great."

Qiao Laoer thought about it and realized that this was the truth. The old lady was over fifty years old and had accumulated a lot of life experience.

Everyone put down their things and sat down at the table. Everyone had a flat bowl of brown rice, and there was half a bowl in the pot for everyone. Since they had no extra money, they could only fill their stomachs with brown rice.

Old Mrs. Qiao first noticed the two different dishes on the table.

"what is this?"

"Mom, this is a wild vegetable that we have never eaten before. Zhizhi, Jianer and the others went up the mountain and met people from other villages. They said this is edible and tastes good." Mrs. Lu replied.

"Come on, come on, let's try what it tastes like." Qiao Laosan picked up a piece of puffball and put it in his mouth.

After chewing it for a while, his eyes lit up and he nodded: "Crispy, smooth, and a little bitter, delicious."

"Really?" Dayong also picked up a piece and ate it as if he had discovered a new world.

"Mm, it's delicious."

Others started to pick up their chopsticks and eat happily.

There is also something that looks like a broom, which is crispy, tender, smooth and fresh, and has a rather peculiar fragrance.

Old Mrs. Qiao still didn't quite believe it, so she went into the house to get a silver needle, tested it and found nothing wrong, so she let everyone eat as much as they wanted.

"I seem to have seen this kind of broom vegetable before." said Old Mrs. Qiao.

Song Jianer: "Yes, it grows in this season. There are still a lot of them on the mountain now. You can eat as much as you want."

There are fewer puffballs, but a lot of broom mushrooms.

Old Mrs. Qiao muttered, "It's so delicious, why hasn't anyone discovered it? It's been growing for so many years in vain."

Song Jianer smiled secretly in his heart, because many people regarded these things as poisonous fungi, although they were also a kind of fungus.

Two large plates of puffballs and broom mushrooms were piled high on the plates, and everyone enjoyed them with rice.

At the end of the meal, there was even a little purslane left.

The only drawback is that there is too little oil. If there is more oil, I don’t think it will taste much better.

But the price of oil is expensive, one catty of lard costs thirty cents. Half a month ago, I killed a roe deer and exchanged it for three taels of silver. I used two taels of silver to buy five bags of brown rice, and there was one tael left. I bought ten catties of lard, and then I had to buy salt and sauce. Finally, I had five hundred cents left, which I bought some coarse cloth to make clothes. With so many people in the family, there would always be someone whose clothes were worn out and could no longer be worn, and who needed new ones.

If there is no flood in the fields and the taxes are paid, the grain can be eaten until the next year's harvest. There is no need to spend so much money to buy grain. The family can eat good meat from time to time, wear clothes made of good materials, or save some money to build a house in the future.

Alas, it is difficult, difficult, and the most important thing is the flood.

Before going to the fields to work, Old Mrs. Qiao saw that there were still a few pounds of wild vegetables for lunch in her backpack. She wanted to tell Mrs. Lu to put less oil in it, but when she looked at her lame daughter and skinny granddaughter, she swallowed her words.

He then turned to accuse the only hen: "You're not doing well. You haven't laid an egg in five or six days. Are we raising you just to eat and drink for free? If you don't lay any more eggs, I'll kill you and make your soup."

The hen looked listless and lowered her head in distress.

Everyone went to the fields to work. Qiao Xiaomeng and the Lu mother and son went to the mountains to look for firewood. Qiao Xier locked herself in the room and concentrated on making handkerchiefs. She could earn three hundred coins for the family every month.

Qiao Yunni was still in a bad mood. Seeing that there was nothing busy in the yard, she went to bed and fell asleep. She fell into a deep sleep with her brows furrowed, as if she was having a nightmare.

The sun came out in the afternoon, and cicadas were chirping at the top of their lungs on the poplar trees outside the yard.

Song Jianer took out the basin from under the bed. The chicken mushrooms were already in full bloom. Each one was as big as an open palm, plump and tender.

Song Jianer thought that soon this family would have a lot of food to eat.