Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Five children came to the Lin family, just in time for dinner.

The two youngest were full.

Song Sandou didn't eat because he was punished by kneeling.

Song Chunxiang had to feed his younger brother before serving at the table when it was time to eat.

There was only Song Xiangdong who was half full because he was sad and slow to eat.

When Fang Shuhui made lunch, she counted the amount of noon plus evening, and the children came without saying hello, but it was enough to eat.

When it comes to eating, Lin Yulan has always been unwilling to wrong herself, and with Xiao Dongming as a shield, the sweet potato and rice grains at home are obviously more than other homes.

The chickens, ducks, and geese obtained from the threshing machine before have been eaten, and today only two young hens are left alive.

The last shelduck is already in the pot on the table.

Fang Shuhui has a gentle personality, seeing the children seldom come to eat, she picked rice for them with a smile.

Song Chunxiang sat on the bench, looked at the bowl full of rice, almost no sweet potato pieces, and swallowed hesitantly.

Everyone in the Song family ate at the same table. When Mrs. Song was cooking, there was a fixed amount of rice for each meal.

Serving rice should also be done according to the rules. Strong laborers who earn full work points and women who nurse children can serve more rice grains.

No more than three bowls.

Half-year-old children with half work points, such as Song Zhaodi, Song Laidi, and Song Erdou, can eat sweet potatoes and rice grains in half.

No more than two bowls.

The remaining children can only hold sweet potatoes.

Sweet potatoes can be eaten casually, enough is enough.

This is the rule set by Mrs. Song, and no one can break it.

After all, the family still provided for Song Yidou and Song Laiyun who were in middle school in the town.

Rules are rules, and people are alive.

Brother Song is a carpenter, and sometimes he goes to work at the client's house, especially for those who have a wedding. The work is beautiful, and he can bring back some extra food.

For the sake of her three sons, the second sister-in-law of Song often went back to her mother's house with a shy face to enjoy the autumn breeze and open a small stove when she came back.

Song Huaying married early and lived her little life at her husband's house.

Song Wuge held the two together for three years after they got married, and he loved his daughter-in-law again. He gave the rice in his bowl to the daughter-in-law first.

There is only Song Sansao, her natal family is poorer than her own. When she married the Song family, she was not considered a formal marriage, and she almost broke up with her parents.

The mother's family can't help, and there are many children.

Song Chunxiang, who was the least liked by her, had hardly enjoyed any love.

If it weren't for the protection of the old lady and the Song family brothers, Song Chunxiang's life would be even more difficult.

Regardless of the year or season, a bowl full of rice like this is unthinkable.

Lin Yuzhu watched Song Chunxiang stare blankly at the bowl in front of her, smiled and put a duck leg in her bowl.

"What are you doing standing there, aren't you hungry?"

Song Chunxiang froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to pinch it to her younger brother.

When the Song family slaughtered chickens and ducks, they always chopped them into pieces.

Because Lin Yulan likes to eat chicken legs and duck legs, the Lin family also came along with her preferences.

Song Yi pressed the duck leg with his chopsticks, his serious face showed no extra expression.

"Eat yours, they have it in their bowl."

"Huh? This"

Song Chunxiang looked at Song Yi's undeniable face, pursed her lips, feeling happy and moved.

Song Xiangyang and Song Xuenong were full at home, and seeing meat on the table of Lin's family, children of two or three years old didn't care about that.

Sitting side by side on the bench, holding a bowl and eating hard.

Song Sandou was a mischievous kid who was always afraid of his uncle.

It was rare for him to sit upright, and secretly glanced at his uncle's face while holding the meat.

I stuffed it into my mouth suddenly, chewed it quickly, took two big mouthfuls of rice, and happily grabbed another piece.

Lin Yuzhu looked amused, his family, Song Iron and Steel, actually liked children very much, and insisted on putting on an old-fashioned look that everyone was afraid of.

After lunch, Song Chunxiang scrambled to clear the table, and Song Sandou was not idle, sweeping the yard with a broom.

Song Yi looked at it coldly for a while, then went back to the room and looked through the drawers.

Lin Yuzhu came back after washing her hands and face, and sat on the edge of the bed, propping her face with one hand, with a joking look of watching a good show.

"Daughter-in-law, where did you put that ointment?"

Song Yi frowned suspiciously, searched the two drawers and the table top, but couldn't find the round, fat little porcelain jar.

"Which ointment?"

"It's the one you painted for me these days, isn't it in the drawer, why is it gone?"

He muttered softly, turned and walked to the side of the bed, bent down and began to turn over the pillow.

Ever since he knew what kind of space his daughter-in-law had, he also slowly accepted this unbelievable thing.

On the first day of rush harvesting, after falling down the hetong valley for the whole day, my whole body was sore.

Sleeping at night with her fragrant and soft daughter-in-law in his arms, even if he is distracted, he is really powerless.

Unexpectedly, his daughter-in-law flipped her wrist like a magic trick, and there was a small white porcelain pot with a round belly and a fat belly in her palm.

The ointment inside is a light honey color, and you can smell a very fresh fragrance as soon as you open it.

After applying ointment, coupled with appropriate light and heavy massage techniques, he fell asleep without knowing it.

When I woke up the next day, the soreness was greatly reduced, not the familiar pain of not being able to lift my arm.

After using it for a few days, I feel that I have inexhaustible strength every day, and it is particularly vigorous to do farm work.

Such a good thing, he dared not and could not take it out and share it with his relatives.

But today he fought three fights a little bit hard, and the bear boy was beaten up by his mother again, and he worked obediently there with his swollen face and injuries all over his body.

It doesn't feel good to see it.

He wanted to take out the ointment and thin it out so that the effect would be less obvious.

The corners of Lin Yuzhu's mouth turned up while suppressing a smile, "You don't have any pain today, why are you looking for ointment?"

Song Yi paused when he turned over the pillow, and pursed his lips uncomfortably, "For Sandou."

Lin Yuzhu tilted her head and smiled narrowly, with teasing eyes, "Didn't you say that you should be beaten to death~"

Only then did Song Yi realize that it wasn't that he couldn't find it, but that the little daughter-in-law hid it on purpose.

He smiled in relief, stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of her nose, "Why are you so naughty, you hide it on purpose so that I can find it easily."

Lin Yuzhu leaned into his arms, holding the small pot in his hand, shaking it in front of his eyes, and raised her eyes at him coquettishly.

"You can use this ointment, but San Dou can't."

Song Yi slumped his shoulders and sighed, "Oh, yes. If someone asks, it's hard to explain. I just wanted to make it thinner, and the effect will be reduced, so that maybe it won't be noticed."

Lin Yuzhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised her hand to shake his chin.

"It's not sugar water, you can have any thickness. And it's specially prepared for you. Three Dou is not suitable."

"Huh? How do you say it?" Song Yi was puzzled.

This ointment is very effective in relieving muscle soreness, and I feel better after sleeping.

Moreover, the wounds on his arms that were cut by Inaba also healed very quickly.

Is there something else to say here?
Lin Yuzhu hugged his neck and lowered it a bit, raised her reddish face and leaned into his ear, and said softly, "Where do you think you got the energy to toss into the middle of the night last night?"

Tata has never been serious.

Ask him to refine the ointment, and insist on adding something to it on a whim.

The effect was stable for the first two days, but after a few more days, it began to develop in an uncontrollable direction...