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

Chapter 57 Guest officer, would you like a bowl of clam porridge?

Cen Abao, the lucky little ferret, was in charge, and the business at noon was booming.

In the afternoon, there were fewer people.

The old lady Cen crossed her legs: "Third daughter-in-law, you have been watching the stalls for a whole morning. I will go to the latrine."

Li Xiang groaned, and she dozed off dizzy from the sun as she sat on the stool.

The steamed stuffed bun peddler was following him, he was as narrow-minded as a needle pin, if he didn't help him, he felt that this person owed him.

No, the Cen's family didn't tell him how to grow garlic, so they got angry and turned around to grab some ground crotons and planned to sprinkle them into their pot.

Hmph, let's see what your family does when the guests' stomachs are spoiled.

The food in the town is strictly controlled. If you eat something bad, you vomit, you get sick, you will directly close your stall, and you will be rectified for three months.

The steamed stuffed bun peddler wandered over: "Have you eaten yet?"

Cen Abao could see his malicious intentions at a glance, and she and Qi Zeyao were both animals with a keen sense of smell in their previous lives, so they couldn't smell anything wrong.

Qi Zeyao quickly grabbed the peddler's hand, folded his hand back, and stuffed the medicine powder in his hand into the peddler's mouth.

"Ah, come here, someone has been beaten."

Just in time for the looting soldiers to patrol, shouting at the top of their voices: "Officers and soldiers, someone is bullying others."

Cen Abao rushed forward like a small cannonball, tearing up: "Brother handsome, he took advantage of my breastfeeding to go to the latrine while my third aunt was asleep, and wanted to bully us. He grabbed a handful of powder in his hand and wanted to sprinkle it into our pot. Isn’t that poison, it’s going to kill the common people.”

The people who listened to the words stopped.

What?
poison.

The peddler was terrified, he would be jailed for poisoning, and his mouth was bald: "It's not poison, it's not poison, it's croton."

After speaking, he was stunned.

Does this count as self-inflicted?

The looting soldier grimaced: "The scourge eats food and murders others, but it violates the law of this dynasty! Take it away!"

With a wave of his hand, his stall was also withdrawn.

Mrs. Cen came back with her trousers in her hands. When she heard what had just happened, she felt frightened for a while, and slapped Li Xiang: "That's how I told you to look at the stall? Thanks to their cleverness, otherwise we would have been murdered." .”

Li Xiang was also shaking with shame, and kept her head silent.

There is a precedent that someone who wanted to harm Cen's family was arrested, and other people dare not cause trouble even if they are jealous.

Today, the fast-collecting stall that sells it is early, and it’s not time for dinner when I get home.

Cen Abao grabbed Qi Zeyao and went to the riverside on the pretext of wanting to take a stroll.

Although I am a human now, the soul and intuition of the animal are still there, and I always feel insecure if I don’t stock up on things.

Many seafood washed up from the river, such as razor clams, sea urchins, sea rainbows, crabs, and octopuses. What surprised her even more was that she saw the rare sea cucumbers in the "Encyclopedia".

She wow, wow, waved her hands vigorously, and stuffed them all into the space.

After filling the space, I went back to have dinner, and worked on my fingers for a long time.

Mrs. Cen was knocking on the dinner table: "These days, the third daughter-in-law is diligent and doesn't complain about helping the cart and doing the work. I see the old lady in my eyes. In this way, I will give you two things every month." Money, you keep this money for your little family.”

"Hey, thank you, mother." Li Xiang covered her face happily.

"Xiao Yao contributed the most, and I will give you three dollars."

Qi Zeyao turned his shoulders and said to Cen Abao, "Three coins, here you are."

Mrs. Cen waved her hand: "What are you doing for her, you keep it for yourself."

"The rest will be shared equally between Guaibao and I."

Cen Dong curled his fingers when he heard this: Grandma is really eccentric, why is there no second wife?
If Mrs. Cen listened to it, she would have to ask: What did your second wife do?What did you do?This is all raising you two for nothing, and you still want money?

"Mom, I think some of the clams are dried up, so I don't have to throw them away." Li Xiang thought of checking the food before coming home.

"Don't throw it away, let's just make something new and sell it." Cen Abao flicked his chin like cotton: "Grandma, soak the dried clams, don't we still have rice, take it out and soak it too. "

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Cen said with a look of clutching her food bag tightly, "Don't harm the rice."

"Grandma, don't harm me, use rice to make money." Cen Abao explained patiently, holding his chin: "Grandma, although we have land, we have grown vegetables, food, but it takes time to grow it, we have to hurry up to earn money to buy vegetables Buying rice, who knows what the winter is like here, what if you are hungry?"

"I've seen it all. We don't have much business in the morning. Anyone who eats fried clams in the morning wants to have some steamed stuffed bun porridge. It's a waste of time if we don't sell anything in the morning."

After thinking about it, Mrs. Cen made sense.

First, it is better to go home and break the corn than to waste time.

Second, I'm afraid of being hungry, I can't go hungry anymore, I have to save food for winter.

Just like that, Mrs. Cen Li Xiang woke up more than half an hour earlier than usual.

I have to wash the rice, and take out the soaked clams. I don’t want to throw away the rice washing water, and keep it for washing vegetables, or feeding livestock to irrigate the ground.

The delicious and rich rice taste makes the mouth water.

I've slept all night with a dry mouth and an empty stomach, so it's good to have a bite.

Mrs. Cen didn't pick it up either, and let each of them taste a small spoonful.

"Excellent, my stomach is warm."

"It's so comfortable to have a hot throat."

"All of a sudden the spirit."

"Fresh, fresher than soup."

Sure enough, as Cen Abao expected, he lifted the lid of the wooden barrel in the morning, and hot air wafted out.

Cen Abao deliberately used a spoon to hold it up, and then slowly dropped it.

The bright yellow rice is thick and sticky, some whitish and yellowish ones are clam meat, and the green ones are wild vegetable foam.

"Clam porridge, clam porridge with vegetables and meat, smooth and delicious." Cen Abao yelled in a serious voice.

"How much is a bowl?"

"Ten cents a bowl."

"What? A porridge is so expensive?"

Cen Abao waved his hand: "Uncle, if this is an ordinary porridge, I would also pay three renminbi, but there are so many things here. If you think about it this way, it costs three renminbi to buy a bowl of porridge alone, and eight renminbi to buy a plate of clams alone. Although wild vegetables are worthless, they cost at least three renminbi to eat outside, which is fourteen renminbi, which is four renminbi cheaper for me.”

The middle-aged man felt that he had taken advantage of it and bought a bowl immediately.

The people who came and went nodded their heads again and again, they don’t need to ask for buns, porridge, or side dishes alone, they also ordered a bowl of food, and within half an hour, the big bucket was swept away .

Cen Abao's shoulders hurt when he scooped up the porridge, and just after shaking it a few times, Qi Zeyao rubbed it away with his eyesighted hands.

"Hee hee, you are really my good helper."

Playing folk songs, heading home against the setting sun.

"Eh? Grandma, there seems to be some movement in our backyard." Cen Abao had good ears, and heard something strange before he reached the door of the house.

"Go quickly."

"Something must have happened at home."

As they walked faster and faster, the movement became clearer and clearer.

"Moo..."

"Cuckoo, cluck..."

"Moo moo..."

"Cuckoo quack..."

　In PK, take out my little broken bowl for support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)