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

Dan Suo led the two of them to the foot of the mountain. These mountains were actually not high and were relatively gentle, so it was not very strenuous.

After reaching the foot of the mountain and walking a little further, we saw an open plain with small huts scattered around, lit by scattered lights. In front of the doors of almost all of them were some raw stones, chopped into pieces by axes.

These local villagers did not have the cutting tools used by merchants and officials. If they found stones that they thought were valuable but could not sell, they would take them home and split them with axes. Even if they only got a few scraps, they could sell them to make small pieces of jewelry and exchange them for some food.

It was now quite dark, with a bright moon hanging in the sky, and not a single cloud in sight, so that the scenery between heaven and earth could be seen clearly.

Dan Suo passed by one hut after another, and he would not bother to say hello to any villagers he saw. These villagers were also very warm to him. Even if they were numb from the hardships of life, a smile would appear on their faces the moment they saw Dan Suo.

"The villagers seem to like you very much." said Qiao Jianer.

Because of Danso, the villagers looked at them with kindness and acceptance.

Dan Suo said, "This village has been under pressure from warlords and foreign merchants more than once. They want to drive them out so that there is no hidden danger of villagers causing unrest."

"Even if the villagers only received enough to make ends meet, barely enough to eat and sleep, they still felt that the villagers had taken away a lot. They occupied our mountains and our fields, preventing us from growing crops and mulberry trees. They actually thought that the little bit that could be seen through the cracks of their fingernails was a blessing and wanted to drive us off this piece of land and leave us to fend for ourselves."

"Luckily, I learned multiple languages ​​since I was young. I interceded for the villagers, acting as a free interpreter for the military and wealthy businessmen. Even when they were at war with foreign countries or encountered foreign bandits, I would rush to the front lines. Only then would they be willing to show some leniency and allow us to linger here."

"So the villagers are grateful to me, so I don't dare slack off. I learn the language whenever I have time. Actually, the learning conditions here are limited, but I do have some talent in this area. From a very young age, when I heard foreigners speak, I could easily understand what they were saying from their expressions and gestures. As long as I was exposed to a foreigner, and a few times, I would be able to open up to learning."

"I don't have any other skills. This is all I have. I can make a small contribution to the villagers, allowing them to continue living on this piece of land and having something to eat. This is where my value lies, and I want to make the best use of it."

Qiao Lian'er re-examined the boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. In the moonlight, a pure smile danced on his dark face, filled with sincerity and enthusiasm. She admitted that she was a profit-seeking businessman. In the land of Middle-earth, she was devoted to money and power, and fought for the glory of her family. She was no longer surprised by the bloodiness and darkness of the noble families, and had unknowingly become much more indifferent.

But at this moment, a touch of respect rose in her heart. In this world, there was such a pure soul, working for the civilians who had nothing without asking for anything in return, and even risking their lives.

"But it's hard to make ends meet if you translate for free."

But Suo still had a smile on his face: "They are afraid that my brother and I will starve to death. If I behave well, they will give me some alms. The villagers will also send us some surplus food. We should save some. We have grown up."

"Besides, my sister also works in the mountains during the day and earns a little money, so this is not a big deal."

"You have a sister."

"Yes, we just passed by the mining area where she works today. My sister is not as dark as me. She is pretty. When she grows up, I hope there will be a kind person to take her away from here and live a good life." Dan Suo said with a hint of expectation on his face.

"Oh, by the way, my sister's name is Xida. She is waiting for us at home cooking."

"To be honest, I've never received such generous compensation. I just translated a few sentences. You gave me too much. It can give my sister a few months of rest. Even if there is no competition where she works, people will be stoned to death. I worry about her every day."

But Suo kept holding on to the pieces of gold. Today was his happiest day.

After wandering around the shantytown, I finally came to a smaller shanty. Compared to most other shanties with walls and tiles, the shanty in front of me had broken wooden wall panels and a mottled rag on the roof. Under the rag was thatch that had been repeatedly ravaged by rain and sun. Looking in from the outside, I could see two beds inside with a torn curtain hanging in the middle.

In front of the shanty, a few stones were piled up to form a stove, on which was a broken clay pot, in which porridge was bubbling. The rice of Puchen Country was different, with a low starch content. It did not smell very sweet, but had a fresh fragrance.

Dan Suo's sister Xida squatted in front of the stove. In front of her was a clay basin with some green wild vegetables in it. She washed the wild vegetables, cut them into small pieces and put them into the porridge.

Xida looked at the person who came, blinked, and stood up somewhat at a loss. Although her eldest brother had asked her to cook more food for two people and be generous and not stingy, she was still a little uncomfortable with her eldest brother bringing two guests who were dressed so gorgeously.

Dan Suo looked at the amount of rice in the pot. It was enough for four people. Xida had put all the remaining food in the house into it. He was very satisfied.

"Xida, this is Miss Shui, and this is Mr. Bai. They are from Middle-earth. Haven't you always wanted to go to Middle-earth? I even asked you to teach you some Middle-earth language. Go and say hello to them."

When Xida heard that they were from Middle-earth, he immediately became more enthusiastic. His dark eyes sparkled and he said in a rather stiff Middle-earth dialect, "Miss Shui, Mr. Bai, hello, welcome to our place."

"Thank you for your hard work. You work in the mountains during the day and cook for us at night." Qiao Lianer said apologetically.

"It's not hard, it's not hard. You must be hungry. The meal is just right."

Xida went into the shed, took out a few broken-rimmed earthenware bowls, and filled each person with a bowl.

Oil was floating on the rice porridge. Qiao Jianer looked at the oil can beside him and saw that it was almost empty. The rice can placed next to it also had no rice left.

The brother and sister used all they had to entertain them.

"I'm sorry." Xida lowered his head. "There's only a little salt left at home. I put it all in, but it's still not enough. You guys have to make do with it."

Qiao Jianer said, "It's okay. You don't need to put too much salt in the rice porridge. I brought some salt with me, and it's just the right amount."

She took out a few greasy salted duck eggs and a few packets of pickled mustard greens from her sleeves and gave one to each person.