Da Song a knife

Chapter 7

Zhang Sijiu thought for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable gift in return.

As a poor and white time traveler, she has nothing and understands nothing.

In the end, Zhang Sijiu's eyes fell on the pile of grass that had been carried out.

The pile of grass was already a little messy.

Doctor Zhang came up with an idea: How about...

When the strong girl ran back with a basket on her back, her face flushed, Zhang Sijiu had already grown the pile of grass.

Zhang Sijiu and Zhuang girl put the pile of grass into her back basket, and then each carried the back basket, ready to go home.

After the backpack was filled with things, it was a bit heavy, and it pulled people back, reminding Zhang Sijiu of the school days when the schoolbag was the heaviest.

She stretched out her hand and pulled the strap with both hands like a strong girl to relieve the pressure on her shoulders.

The sun has come out, it's not particularly hot, but the power can already be felt.

The strong girl is obviously very talkative, and she keeps talking all the way, most of which are trivial matters at home.

Including but not limited to her mother favoring her younger siblings again, her dog is pregnant, and the sow is about to give birth.

Zhang Sijiu just needs to listen.

She couldn't help thinking: I don't know if it's an illusion, after time travel, I have a special fate with chatterbox.

Zhang Sijiu was even more silent.

They sent her all the way home, but the strong girl refused to enter their house, twisting her fingers embarrassingly: "My mother won't let me go to your house. I won't go in."

Zhang Sijiu looked at her guilty and careful look, and smiled: "It's okay. You should go home too. Your mother won't let you come to our house, so will you come to play with me in the future?"

She emphasized again: "It's okay if you can't come."

However, the strong girl did not hesitate: "Of course! Jiu Niang, we are the best! We agreed to be good friends for the rest of our lives! My mother only said that I would not be allowed to come to your house, but she did not say that I could not play together."

Zhang Sijiu nodded: "That's good. You can go home quickly. You can carry it home."

The strong girl was taken aback: "Why?"

Zhang Sijiu smiled: "Because you helped me carry grass, I want to thank you."

The strong girl quickly waved her hand: "No, no, I will help you, how can I still ask for something!"

Zhang Sijiu pressed her palm to prevent her from taking off the pannier, "But we are good friends. Good friends should share together."

The strong girl was finally persuaded.Go home happily.

Zhang Sijiu entered the house with a half-basket on his back.

Gently pouring the grass on the place where Xu's family usually piled up the grass, Zhang Sijiu washed his hands and went to see his sister.

The little pumpkin is still sleeping.The little mouth moves from time to time.

Zhang Sijiu didn't touch her, turned around and went out to look for Yang Shi.

Yang also happened to be planning to find Zhang Sijiu, and when she saw her, she waved, "I'll teach you how to cook today."

Zhang Sijiu went to the kitchen after hearing that, "Okay."

Yang raised her wrinkled eyelids and glanced at Zhang Sijiu, somewhat surprised.

Afterwards, Yang went into the kitchen, "Do you remember lighting the fire?"

Zhang Sijiu said simply: "I don't remember."

Mrs. Yang started teaching from lighting.

First blow out red sparks with a torch, then use the sparks to ignite the dry grass that is easy to burn, and finally add a twig.

Branch lumps are dry and fallen branches. After being picked up, they are broken into similar lengths and loosely tied up with straw.

This kind of firewood is more resistant to burning than grass.

One teaches patiently, and the other learns seriously.

Zhang Sijiu soon grasped the essentials and began to move on to the next step of learning.

She actually knows how to cook.But only for rice cookers.

So at this moment, Zhang Sijiu was somewhat curious when facing the big iron pot.

To make breakfast is porridge.

Easier than steaming dry rice.Add rice after the water boils, and then stir it from time to time to prevent sticking to the pot. When the rice soup is thick, scoop it up with a spoon and put it in a clay pot.

Zhang Sijiu watched Yang's silent demonstration.

While waiting for the rice porridge to finish cooking, Yang finally opened her mouth: "Jiu Niang, you have to work harder in the future."

Zhang Sijiu stared at the glowing red flames, wiped the sweat from his brow: "Yes."

She promised so simply and earnestly that Mrs. Yang couldn't say the rest.

In the end, Yang said dryly, "Leave your two younger brothers in the future."

Zhang Sijiu probably understood what Yang wanted to say.She raised her head, her eyes were clear and bright: "Grandma, don't worry. I will be obedient. Work harder and share the burden for Second Aunt."

Even if you don't consider the issue of sending someone under the fence, you should also consider whether it is too inappropriate for a family to put all the housework on Xu's shoulders.

Yang sighed: "Jiu Niang is sensible."

Zhang Sijiu lowered his head, not wanting to discuss this issue further.

To be honest, she didn't even really want to chat with other people.After all, the person has changed, so it must be different, and it would be bad if something strange appeared.

Before the rice porridge was cooked, Mrs. Xu had already returned.

He also dropped by to pick up his two sons.

Xu's eldest son, Zhang Song, is just over six years old this year. He looks like his father, with a tiger head and a tiger brain.

The youngest son, Zhang Bai, was over four years old, and he was still wearing crotch pants. He was white and clean, and his face was still a little pouty. He sat obediently in the basket and was carried back.

And her mouth is very sweet. When she sees Yang, she calls grandma, and when she sees Zhang Sijiu, she calls sister.

Zhang Sijiu likes such children.

Mrs. Xu went into the kitchen, filled her belly with water first, and then she had the time to speak: "Today, I was lucky. I met someone from my mother's village who butchered pigs and sold them. I cut a piece of pork belly. It's so fat! That pig doesn't know how to raise it." Yes, the fat is so thick!"

She stretched out a slap, and put her four fingers together, showing deep envy.

Then she lifted the meat out of the pan.

Zhang Sijiu took a look and was startled.

Well, there is such a thick layer of fat.

Mrs. Xu gestured with her hands: "Cut a knife from here, and the meat left over will be stewed later, and we will eat it at home. In a while, I will send the little pumpkin to breastfeed, and send it to the second wife. It’s not enough, let’s take the little pumpkin and eat it. We can’t just take advantage of it.”

Mrs. Yang has no objection, "Okay. You decide."

Xiaosong swallowed his saliva and proposed loudly: "Lettuce stew! I want to drink three bowls of soup!"

Xiaobai was also excited: "Stewed lettuce!"

Zhang Sijiu couldn't imagine what it would be like to stew such fatty meat into soup.Can it be delicious?

Before she could imagine it, Mrs. Xu took another pig's foot out of the basket and said happily, "This pig's foot is rubbed with salt, and it will be cooked and eaten tomorrow. Although it is not delicious, it still tastes like meat."

Zhang Sijiu was taken aback.I always feel that Mrs. Xu bought this pig's foot because of herself.

She simply asked: "Second Aunt bought it?"

Mrs. Xu said cheerfully, "Two dollars! I'll buy pork belly, and let the butcher sell it cheap."

Zhang Sijiu had a somewhat vague concept of money: a coffin cost several taels of silver, but a chicken was only sold for dozens of copper coins, and a thousand copper coins was converted into one tael of silver.Two dollars is indeed not expensive.No wonder Mrs. Xu is so happy.

Thinking about the pig's knuckle and soybean soup, Zhang Sijiu really felt a little greedy: I ​​haven't eaten meat in the past few days.I haven't eaten white rice a few times. Although meat and vegetables are prepared for the funeral, they are for the guests, and the family is not willing to eat them.Most of the time, I drink rice porridge and eat simple oil and water boiled vegetables.

But, will Mrs. Xu agree to her doing it?
　Life is not easy, Jiu Niang sighed: children have no human rights, no human rights~
　　But there is one thing to say, the stewed pig's feet are really delicious!We have a hoof flower seller over there, who has been selling hoof flowers for more than [-] years at a time. The hoof flowers are soft and waxy, and the soup is snow-white. It is so delicious that I can't forget it!See you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)