The Farm Girl Who Traveled Through the Book Has Great Fortune

Chapter 7 Pig's trotters flying away with wings

An Wan'er dug up ginseng, caught a pheasant, and even picked up a big wild boar. The news spread quickly.

Knowing that the An family is not short of money, they will not sell wild boar meat like other people's families. So no one in the village came to buy it in vain.

The butcher and his son have to kill at least one pig every day. Practice makes perfect. When slaughtering the wild boar from An’s family, it will naturally be handled quickly and well.

After seeing the happy Weng Butcher and his son away, An Shengchang closed the yard door and turned around. I happened to see An Wan'er holding a large piece, and I guessed that at least four or five kilograms of meat could be thrown to Heihu.

Watching the joyful waving his tail and protecting his flesh, he ran to the corner, and couldn't wait to start eating the voracious black tiger. An Shengchang quickly glanced at the direction of the kitchen, and then whispered helplessly at An Wan'er: "Why do you give it so much at one breath? If you are used to eating this in the future, you will always ask for it. How did you get a lot of it?”

"No, I told it that it won't be like this every day, and you will eat as much as you give it in the future." An Wan'er also lowered her voice and replied in a low voice, "Heihu is very obedient and won't make trouble."

"Okay, if you are willing to give it more, you can't take a bite of it."

When An Shengchang heard An Wan'er say this, he immediately nodded in confusion. After all, he lived a life of extreme wealth. Even though I am now in a downturn, I still don’t think it’s a big deal to feed a dog with a few pounds of meat.

Besides, he always feels that he owe An Wan'er. Thinking about my current life, it’s really not a little worse than before.

This is also a blame for his incompetence. He has no longer the ability to give his wife and daughter a better life in luxury after leaving his family. So he told him to talk more about An Wan'er for such a few kilograms of meat.

He felt like he had no face.

"You just spoil her. With her big-handed nature, no matter who she married in the future, who can stand it?"

The father and daughter lowered their voices and spoke in order not to let Xin Sulan hear something and say. As a result, the sky was not as good as others wished. Even though Xin Sulan came out, she only listened to half of the words, but saw the black tiger with her family carrying her back and gnawing meat, and she was gnawing with an extra joy. What else did she not understand?

Today is far from the past. Even if they feel sorry for their daughter, An Wan'er will never be able to marry into a wealthy family when she gets married.

It is probably the same to be able to marry a small wealthy family with similar wealth as theirs.

Xin Sulan felt helpless in her heart. Unfortunately, An Wan'er's problem of being too useless and unruly, never thought that she would be like this when she went to her husband's house in the future. Will she not tolerate her husband's family?

But can she blame her husband An Shengchang?

Of course it cannot be.

After all, she knew it very well that their family's days are excellent in the eyes of the villagers. But for his husband An Shengchang, it is already rare and valuable that he can force him to adapt to his life like this.

So, how could she blame him more than ordinary farmers? What kind of petty life is that if you have a pound of meat that can be regarded as a pound of Chinese New Year, and you can't bear to eat it normally?

So, in the end, Xin Sulan could only sigh and said this and didn't say anything more.

However, seeing that she still had an angry look on her face, An Shengchang and An Wan'er were both embarrassed like the children who were arrested for doing bad things.

The father and daughter smiled flatteringly at Xin Sulan at the same time.

An Shengchang reacted quickly, and immediately said to Xin Sulan after laughing, "I'll go and burn firewood for you."

"Hehe, mom, I'll go to the kitchen to help you cook pig slaughter dishes. I've long been thinking about how to get blood sausage."

An Wan'er also rushed over, hugging Xin Sulan's arm with a flattering face and said with a flattering look, "You can teach me how to make jerky meat. Will it be good if I change to make jerky meat for you and your father in the future?" An Shengchang likes pig-killing vegetables with blood sausage. No need to ask about jerky meat. Not only An Wan'er likes it, but An Shengchang and Xin Sulan also like it very much.

Moreover, the jerky can be stored for a long time, so it is very convenient to carry it when you go out.

So the An family has never lacked these two things all year round, and they will make them again before they have eaten them. Perhaps because of the fact that the blood sausage and jerky are made, the jerky made by Xin Sulan tastes particularly good.

Although An Wan'er hasn't tried it herself, relying solely on the original owner's memory is enough for her to drool.

She wanted to go into the kitchen. After all, in addition to the things the original owner liked to eat, she also liked them even more, including many dishes such as salt and salted pork trotters, plum vegetable buckles, pork meatballs, etc. If she didn't go into the kitchen, how could she vacate them?

The more I thought about it, the more saliva came out.

"Go, it would be nice if you don't make trouble for me."

An Wan'er was able to take the initiative to ask for help, which made Xin Sulan feel very fond of it. But she couldn't bear to bear the burden, so she refused without thinking.

After flattening his mouth, An Wan'er insisted unconvincedly: "Mom, I'm so old, I'll learn to help you with work long ago. Otherwise, you would be too tired if you always watch you do it alone. , I feel distressed when I look at it."

"I really grew up, and I know I feel sorry for my mother."

Seeing An Wan'er persisting, Xin Sulan's heart was sweet and sour.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Being sensible when you grow up also means it’s time to get married. Although he only has this daughter, neither An Shengchang nor Xin Sulan had ever thought of hiring a son-in-law.

There are really not many son-in-law who can become successful, and luck will often lead to success.

Both of them were very indifferent to the aftermath, hoping that their daughter would be better than anything else.

After rubbing An Wan'er's hair, Xin Sulan shook her head with a smile, and then brought out the old sayings before to reject her: "Our family is only three people. Your father has done all the rough work of carrying water and chopping firewood. Can you still give me some How many lives do I leave behind?

Besides, all other tasks are wrong. If you feel bored, go embroider. In the future, as long as you have the skills of embroidery, you will not get involved in other tasks when you marry someone, and seeing that you can make money, your in-laws will not be too picky. ”

"Mom, but I don't think I like embroidery that much, I prefer to learn how to make food."

An Wan'er seemed to see her salt-salt pig's trotters already had wings and began to stay away from her. She looked stubborn and refused to give up and continued to act coquettishly.

When she was in modern times, her favorite things were not only reading novels but also cooking all kinds of delicious food. Even my spare time is taken up by these two things, and even my boyfriend has no time and no time to talk about it.

Now that she has worn a book, she can't read the novel. If this food is not allowed to touch her hands, what kind of fun will she have in life?

Besides, she knew that the original owner didn't like to stay in the house all day to embroider, otherwise he wouldn't always make excuses to go to the mountains to play, and something happened in the end.

Thinking about the guy who didn't know who it was, An Wan'er became a little irritable.

Why is this book not worn into the finished book, but into the serialized novel? This is clearly not in line with common sense, right?

(End of this chapter)