Rebirth Farm: She counterattacked with a tow bottle

Chapter 127 About the iron pot (please recommend and collect monthly tickets)

The order was placed on the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, the balance was settled, and the last purchase was made on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month. Su Jinxiu was a shopaholic. It was the Chinese New Year, so he would not miss the great shopping opportunity.

"Brother Coachman, don't worry. I won't give you less fare when we drive out during the New Year. It just depends on whether it's convenient for you."

“Convenient, convenient.”

It's the end of the year, and everyone at home has money. With such a good opportunity to make money, of course the donkey driver is willing to come out, and he quickly responds.

After agreeing on the departure time, the donkey cart took Yu Wen's copper coins and the two stick bones given by Su Jinxiu, and drove off with excitement and joy.

Su Jinxiu brought Su Zhen and Su Heng into the house.

Su Zhen was very discerning. As soon as he entered the house, he took off his new clothes, put on his old clothes and went to grab firewood and light a fire to keep warm.

Not to be outdone, Su Heng quickly changed out of his clothes and helped his sister light the fire.

"Sister, can you steam five eggs?" Xiao Huzi knew that his sister was feeling uncomfortable, so he deliberately found words to nag her to divert her mental energy.

Su Zhen looked at him and asked strangely, "Why do you need five eggs?" One is a luxury for each person, but five more? This will make life difficult for him.

Xiao Huzi said plausibly, "Of course I want five. You and mother will have to eat two. I, the little one, will eat one. Oh, isn't it five?"

"Oh, five? Is that... too many?" Su Zhen also wanted to eat two, but when he thought it would be a waste, he muttered to himself, then shook his head resolutely, "No, five is too much."

If there are more, just three.

If you don’t work in winter, go to bed after eating, and don’t feel hungry even if you eat less, then three will be enough. Besides, we can’t just eat egg custard, right?

I still have to make pancakes and mix pickles, so many things, I will be full after all." She rambled so much that she even forgot about braised pork.

Xiao Huzi felt relieved when he saw that his sister was much more cheerful and even asked him how many eggs he would eat.

Sigh... My sister is so pitiful. My biological father doesn't want her, and my biological brother doesn't want her either. She's really not as good as him.

He is the same as his sister. His father doesn't want her, and neither does his brother. But at least he still has his own mother, so Xiao Huzi feels particularly sorry for his half-sister.

"What are you muttering about? Have you thought about what you want to eat?" The two children lit the fire. Su Jinxiu also changed his clothes and entered the kitchen carrying a piece of wild boar meat that was fat and thin. He said with a smile, "You haven't

If you think about it, just do your thing, mom is going to make braised pork for you now."

"Braised pork? Wow...it's delicious, Mom, I want to eat braised pork." Little Huzi clapped his little hands and jumped up.

Su Zhen didn't expect that she just said that she wanted to eat braised pork, and her mother immediately cooked it. She felt warm in her heart and was instantly healed of the sadness she felt when she met Yang Shu just now. She didn't say anything, just stared with big bright eyes and smiled.

Soon, one pot came out with braised pork, pancakes, and steamed egg custard, which really killed three birds with one stone.

Speaking of pots, I have to say that Su Jinxiu spent all his savings on this iron pot that produced several dishes... almost thirty taels of silver.

Because in the Ming Dynasty, iron was more expensive than salt, and salt cost more than food. Therefore, when Su Jinxiu spent all her money to buy this big iron pot, people in the village thought she was crazy and too wasteful.

However, whenever the aroma of food cooked in a big iron pot wafted out of the Su family's new house, the neighbors and even the villagers in the entire back street closed their doors tightly, fearing that the unique aroma of the food cooked in the iron pot would waft into the house.

, which is unbearable.

(End of chapter)