Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Chapter 8 Eat Your First Full Meal

Su Hua scratched his head and asked suspiciously: "Father, what is a funeral star?"

Su Sanlang's face was full of pain, and tears fell to the ground. He didn't answer his son's question, because his heart was sore and painful, and he couldn't speak.

He didn't even dare to look at his son, for fear that they would feel uneasy when they saw him crying, because he was their heaven, the mountain that supported them and protected them.

Su Sanlang quickened his pace, Su Chong and Su Hua quickly forgot to wait for the answer, and trotted to keep up.

Su Sanmei hugged Su Xiaolu and walked quickly.

Su Xiaolu couldn't sleep, she was really afraid that the thin third sister would fall and fly away, fortunately, although the third sister was thin and small, her small steps were absolutely sure.

Along the way, many people from the same village came out to watch, but no one said a word.

Su Sanlang didn't have the time to talk to people. The old house of the Su family was at the end of the village, and it was a long way from the last house at the end of the village.

On the mountainside behind the village, there are a few acres of thin land that continues to the mountain forest behind the house, full of weeds, and will be the source of rations for their family in the future.

The roof of the old house is a little broken.

The earthen walls of the walls were broken in many places, there was still moss on the walls, and the bottom of the wooden door was rotten, so a three- to five-year-old child could get in directly.

The only good thing is, the light is bright.

Around the house, weeds were also leg-high, and the old well was also covered with water plants, and the water was smelly.

The old house that has been abandoned for decades has once again ushered in a new owner.

There was melancholy in Mrs. Zhao's eyes, Su Sanlang smiled at him and said: "Baby girl, take a good rest first, you haven't eaten today, let's clean up the house tomorrow, I'll go to cook the fire and wash the rice first, Let's have a full meal today as a family."

Zhao said worriedly, "Daddy, I'm not hungry. We don't have much food and we're going to winter. Save some food."

The distribution of food is good, and Mrs. Zhao doesn't want to eat more.

But Su Sanlang smoothed Zhao's hair and said: "Baby girl, don't worry, there are a lot of things in the mountains, our family will definitely be able to get over the better, this first meal must be full, and it's a good start." , I will have a full meal in the future.”

Mrs. Zhao couldn't refute, so she nodded heavily with red eyes: "Okay."

Regardless of whether this winter can pass or not, their family is together, living together, and dying together.

Zhao is still too weak to get out of bed, but her heart is with her family.

She heard Su Sanlang ask Su Sanmei to cook together, and Su Sanlang asked Chong Geer and Hua Geer to get rid of the weeds in the yard, and let the two sons pull weeds in a competition. Whoever wins can eat more at night a piece of meat.

The two brothers competed and worked hard.

She also heard chickens crowing outside the house.

Soon, the smell of fireworks rose.

Zhao looked down at the sleeping Su Xiaolu tenderly, and whispered softly, "Fourth sister, we must be able to get over it, right?"

The sun was setting in the west, and the red glow at dusk was very beautiful. Looking at the glow coming in, Mrs. Zhao thought it was extremely beautiful.

In that house, the family lived in a back room that was backlit and dim, and never saw the sun.

so beautiful.

After dark, Su Sanlang cooked bacon soup and fragrant white rice, and filled a large bowl for Mrs. Zhao to eat.

Helping Mrs. Zhao to sit up and eat, Su Sanlang said with some shame: "There are two chickens, one male and one female, and the hen didn't lay any eggs, otherwise you would be able to eat eggs. Next year we will have a brood of chickens as well." , when the time comes, I will kill two chickens for you to eat."

Zhao Shi had just given birth, and it was time for her to eat nutrition, but he couldn't give her anything.

Mrs. Zhao said with a smile: "I don't like to eat chicken, so I save the money to sell cloth for you two to make clothes. You scooped up so much for me. Have you eaten? Brother Chong, Er Sanmei and the others have enough to eat? "

Although life is very bitter, but Su Sanlang treats her well, her heart is always sweet.

The two couples looked at each other and smiled.

As she said that, Mrs. Zhao couldn't eat anymore: "Go and get a bowl. I have a small appetite. How can I eat so much? I'll share half of it."

Su Sanlang's eyes were red, and he choked up slightly, and said: "Eat, I cooked four bowls of rice, there is too much, I can't finish it, the little girl hasn't had milk until now, she must be starving too, you eat it alone To feed the two of you."

Su Xiaolu is so well-behaved, if Doctor Wu hadn't said he was fine, Su Sanlang would have thought the child was unhealthy.

The child seemed to know what was going on at home. She woke up a few times and didn't cry. She just changed her diaper a few times and continued to sleep after being fed a little water.

When Su Sanlang said this, Mrs. Zhao didn't refuse, and started to eat.

But she also pushed Su Sanlang out to eat, and Su Sanlang nodded with a smile and went out. Before leaving, he said: "Baby girl, just eat, call me if you don't have enough, there is still more in the pot."

Zhao nodded with tears in her eyes.

She ate carefully, not daring to drop a grain of rice. This meal, everyone in the family was full.

Not long after Mrs. Zhao finished eating, she started feeding Su Xiaolu.

Su Xiaolu also cooperated very well. After being hungry for most of the day, she was also full.

After eating, Zhao's spirits improved, and before going to bed, Su Sanlang boiled medicine for her to drink, Zhao naturally knew that the medicine was hard-won, so he drank every drop.

Two rooms with two beds, the tired family fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Su Xiaolu put her little hand on

It touched Zhao Shi's lips, and continued to feed her Lingquan water.

Mrs. Zhao woke up in a daze, startled, and hurriedly pushed Su Xiaolu away, muttering: "I'm full tonight, why did mother eat your little hands again?"

Saying that, Mrs. Zhao got up, changed Su Xiaolu's diaper, then wrapped her little hands inside, and tied her up lightly with a cloth rope.

Su Xiaolu: ...

Miscalculated.

Looking at the well-behaved Su Xiaolu, Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but kissed her on the cheek and said, "Fourth Sister is really good."

After wrapping up her daughter, Mrs. Zhao fed Su Xiaolu another meal before continuing to sleep in peace.

For some reason, she felt very comfortable in her body, not heavy at all.

Su Xiaolu, who was full, hiccupped and fell asleep.

She is still a baby, so naturally she mostly sleeps.

At dawn, Su Sanlang got up early and started cooking.

There is still another winter to go, and today’s meal is not as good as yesterday’s. In the rice, there are grated gold and jade sticks sandwiched, and the soup with little oil and water is eaten like this.

When Mrs. Zhao was eating, Su Xiaolu was watching.

She knows rice, which has a long history, and what is sandwiched in the rice should be corn. The earliest record of corn in history is in the 34th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty (Gong County Chronicle), which is called Yumai.

Su Sanlang and Zhao Shi are both ancient people, but they don't know which dynasty it is now.