Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 42 Stir-fried chicken with lard and soaked rice, is it delicious?
"Cen's family, please come out and explain clearly to me!" The sound of whining and scum came through the door panel, and the Cen family's ears and eyes hurt from the shock.

This sound is too familiar.

Sun Lainan!
Cen Dong subconsciously took a step back.

Mrs. Cen slipped out: "What are you doing? What are you afraid of?"

Pursing his lips, Cen Dong raised his head and quickly lowered his head, whispering: "I'm afraid she will be taken away by me."

"She dares!" Mrs. Cen rolled up her sleeves, spread her hands and spat twice, and rushed out with a hoe in a hurry: "Why, what, we came out, what do you want!"

The boss almost hit Sun Lainan's face with a hoe, and sat down on the ground in fright, stunned, and threw up: "You guys bullied me, have you any humanity anymore! You took my son away, Steal the money my son earned from me, give it to me, give it to me!"

Granny Cen finally understood, and looked at her sarcastically: "In sum, you are doing it for money."

Sun Lainan rolled his eyes guiltily: "Who, who said that, I'm for my son."

"Ah bah, you pushed your son into the fire pit because of your son?" Mrs. Cen kicked her: "Get out! Dongzi's surname is Cen, and our old Cen's family has nothing to do with you, a black-hearted mother." .”

Sun Lainan got up and stretched out his hand: "Okay, I don't want my son anymore, give me the money from the slaughterhouse, 50 taels!"

Cen Dong closed his eyes when he heard the first half of the sentence, how could he have such a mother.

Cen Abao stepped forward quietly, and grabbed the elder brother's hand with his small soft compress. Don't look at the milk's voice, it's quite imposing: "Miss, we didn't take 50 taels of silver, and reported it to the officer. Didn't the officers and soldiers say that we should go now?" Are you looking for the person with the slaughterhouse contract in his hand, arrest her!"

Sun Lainan panicked a little.

"Boss, you are traveling fast, report to the official."

When Sun Lainan saw that it was true, he ran away in fright.

Cen Abao looked at her back and thought about it. She felt that the Sun family would not give up easily.

His round eyes swept across the yard, and an idea popped up.

At night, Mrs. Cen inspected the yard herself, and Abao Cen added water and food to the animals before going back to sleep.

Just before I fell asleep, I heard a rattling sound.

Cen Abao sat up abruptly, looked at the old lady Cen who also got up, hissed, and pointed outside, there is someone.

Open the door lightly, good guy, it's really neat, it's all up.

All of them walked out with their backs bowed, Cen Abao gestured, and they all went towards the shack, and immediately knocked them down: "Ah, what are you doing?"

The homemade radish oil lamp shines like that.

The eyes of Sun Lainan and Mrs. Sun, who were about to steal the cattle, widened in fright.

Mrs. Cen crossed her arms: "It's thanks to my good grandson who is smart enough to know how to make a bell that will ring whenever someone moves the cow."

It's not actually a bell.

As for the bowl made of yellow clay by Wanbaolin, Cen Abao found a small hole in the bottom of the bowl, so on a whim, he used vines to pass through the hole, and tied two stones to make a simple bell.

The only thing to guard against is theft.

This Sapo can bear a few words of scolding, but he can't bear to steal his cattle.

"Boss, don't go to sleep, throw the two of them to the yamen, and say that if you want to steal something, you have to get some boards to be strong!"

No matter how they cry or beg for mercy, it's useless, the tears of the crocodile know what's going on.

The Cen family couldn't sleep anymore, they sat down around the kang table back to back, Cen Abao curled up in Mrs. Cen's arms, sleeping fragrantly, drooling.

It was dawn, and Boss Cen, who was returning home from the town, was surrounded as soon as he came back.

"How is it?"

Boss Cen's mouth was parched, and he scooped up water and drank it: "Because there are a lot of people fleeing the famine now, and the incident of stealing cattle and slaughtering cattle in the slaughterhouse, the pavilion chief took it very seriously. The top ten boards, as I said, if you commit another crime, you will be imprisoned for at least three years."

"Well, I should teach you a lesson." Mrs. Cen nodded.

Cen's second son didn't react much, seeing his father like this, Cen Dong pursed his lips and thought wildly: Dad treats his mother like this, can he treat him like this in the future.

Old Madam Cen was afraid that her eldest grandson would be upset: "In the future, the second room will come to eat at the front, can you eat the meal made by you rough old man?"

Cen Er Er embarrassedly scratched his head and smiled.

Looking up at the hanging meat: "Today, I took a rabbit and a pheasant, and fried them with the meat lard I saved last time. Second daughter-in-law, you can cook better porcelain later, it's not going to happen." Put some dried sweet potatoes in it."

Cen Abao thought about it, rice and sweet potatoes can be made with strength, and my magic pen is enough.

Stuff dry firewood into the hearth, the fire is hot, throw a piece of meat oil into the pot, sizzling, throw the chicken and rabbit meat chopped into small pieces into the pot, put some wild vegetables, cabbage, Carrots, pounded and stir-fried.

The smell of meat burst out.

The meat oil on the chicken has a umami taste, the rabbit meat is trembling, and there is also the fragrance of Chinese cabbage, and the carrots are softened and stirred into the soup.

The clear yellow soup has a layer of oil floating on it.

Oil and water, poor people can only eat it once during the New Year and festivals.

In front of the Kang table, everyone crossed their legs.

Soak the soup into the rice, crush the carrots, mix the chicken and rabbit meat, and stuff it into your mouth.

One word: fragrant!

The Cen family was sweating from eating.

Cen Dong also ate, and as he ate, he came up with an idea: My mother was so beaten that she couldn't get out of the kang, we are here to celebrate such a good meal, do we really not lose our conscience?

After eating, Mrs. Cen took out a bowl from the cupboard, which was already filled with meat and vegetables: "A Bao, let's go, I will send some meat to your aunt's house with my grandma."

As soon as the two of them left, Qi Zeyao followed silently.

Before walking back, there was still some distance from home, so I heard the calls of cows, mules, hiccups, hiccups.

This made Mrs. Cen's heart ache, and she hurried home in a small step: "My treasure, what's the matter."

Li Xiang put food in the food with one hand, worried: "Mother, I don't know why, it's only been a few days since I haven't eaten this hay, and I'm so skinny that I droop my head."

Cen Abao climbed up like a loach, took a look at it, and was disgusted, his little nose was cute and silent: "Grandma, what's the matter, cows and mules can't eat these dry things, they don't want to eat them."

"Then what to eat?"

Cen Abao looked at the sky, and pulled Qi Zeyao: "Grandma, you forgot, the little dirty boy lived in the woods, and he is appointed to know how to make feed, and this matter is on the two of us."

Qi Zeyao, who was used as a shield... was still a little flattered.

Cen Abao knew what it was like to be hungry, so he couldn't take it easy any longer. After eating, he would go for a stroll around the village to find something to make fodder without letting his grandma follow.

Mrs. Cen had no choice but to screw up Guaibao, so she had to prepare some dry food and a water bottle for them to take with them: "Don't go far, come back quickly."

"Eh."

Cen Abao walked quickly, took a broken sack, looked here, and squeezed there.

The big eyes rolled: "Magic pen, magic pen."

"here I am."

"Do I have another chance?"

Didn't this help the family stop the calamity of cattle loss?

"Yes."

Cen Abao was overjoyed, and closed his eyes to enter the space.

At this moment, an afterimage rushed over...

(End of this chapter)