Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 59

The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and the courtyard of the Wang family was bustling with activity.

The whole village came to Wang's house to have a meal, which was even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.

"Dashan, come and sit down, look! Uncle Wang bought us wine, come here."

Dashan was followed by a few little girls, the tallest one was holding the youngest, gesticulating with his hands.

"This is not the deaf and mute daughter of Dashan. Why is her leg still wrapped and she fell?"

"Oh! I said he is still alive, can you accumulate some virtue in your mouth?"

Li Aling held Fu Bao's hand and looked at the four little girls opposite. She rarely saw girls of the same age.

"Come, come, eat candy." Zhang Guihua grabbed the candy and gave it to several little girls.

"There are also fried peanuts."

An Ran looked at the little girl's leg, which looked a little seriously injured.

But now that I can walk, it should be much better.

Several little girls passed by her, and she could hear some sounds coming from the little girl's throat.

An Ran guessed that this little girl was just deaf, but she must have no problem speaking. As the saying goes, nine times out of ten deaf people are mute, and they probably cannot speak because they cannot hear.

If it were in modern times, it would be much better to install a cochlear implant.

"Come and sit here." Liu Chunlan greeted the little girls.

The little girls were very happy, holding the candies and peanuts in their hands, and talking happily.

"Look! Are those lice? They're all on the hair."

The woman sitting next to her looked at the girls and saw their strands of hair with lice crawling on them.

The woman winked for others to see, but she sat a little farther away. It would be uncomfortable if this thing got infected.

Xiaoqin's face turned red, she lowered her head and said nothing.

Fang Cuiying also noticed it naturally, she was a little afraid of this louse, and asked the children to play at a distance.

These children have no mother to take care of them. They are busy earning food every day and have no time to take care of them. They look pitiful.

Those who sat with the little girls all moved the bench, such a move pierced the little girl's heart.

Everyone doesn't like them!

"Serve the food!"

An Ran felt that their family just had a banquet, and she was lucky enough to sit at the adults' table.

Father Wang held her on his lap and gave her soft and glutinous vegetables, especially the meat in the fragrant bowl.

There are ten pieces of fat and thin pieces of meat in each incense bowl, and a table of eight people can eat one piece for each person.

However, the fragrant bowls were made a day in advance, so there was not much preparation, and only one serving was available for two tables.

An Ran doesn't need chopsticks to eat. This kind of big fat piece is the most delicious when eaten with hands, especially the white fat on it, which can squeeze out oil and water.

Her grandfather was drinking with the uncle at the table, his face was full of red.

"Thank you, no! I can't drink. Just drink well and don't worry about me." Meng Ruanqin refused.

"There is no man who doesn't know how to drink. Come, come, I am happy today. I will toast Master Meng."

I heard that this guy was teaching children in the Wang family, and he earned money easily. The work of scholars is easier than that of coolies like them.

"It's just that I'm happy. It doesn't matter if I have a drink. Let's give it a try!"

Under everyone's persuasion to drink, Meng Ruanqin really couldn't shirk, could he sit at the children's table.

An Ran looked at the wine jars on the table, they all used bowls for drinking, just poured like this, ranging from one liang to as much as three liang of wine.

Meng Fuzi picked up the bowl with both hands very unskillfully, and the smell of wine entered his nostrils.

"No one has hands when drinking, my brother will teach you, like this."

A carpenter held the bowl proudly, raised his hand with one hand, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, grinning after drinking it.

This wine is a man's favorite, commonly known as "burning knife", it is strong wine.

Meng Ruanqin only felt his throat and lungs burning, as if hundreds of knives had been stuck in his chest, but after a while, he felt his chest constricted.

Several men laughed and said that Mrs. Meng was not good, and they all laughed.

An Ran was curious, this "burning knife" wine was really what they said.

The little hand quickly dipped a little into Old Wang's bowl, bah bah, it's so spicy!
Why is this wine so spicy on the tongue!Wipe your tongue.

Father Wang found that Fu Bao secretly tasted the wine in his bowl, smiled, and dipped the other end of his chopsticks into the wine bowl.

"You little chubby girl, come and taste it."

An Ran looked at the chopsticks that had touched the wine, and shook her head, it was not good!taste not good!

An Ran's shaking of the head caused a lot of laughter from the men, how could the little boy drink soju, look at how hot it is.

An Ran sticks out her tongue, why do they all like to drink this kind of spicy wine, not only does it have a strange taste but also chokes their lungs.

The men were bragging and peeling peanuts, and they ate very little. There was almost no movement at the table.

Seeing her daughter eating meat, Li Zhenxiang wanted to hug her.

Her father-in-law would show off his plump granddaughter wherever he went, and his eyes would narrow with laughter when he heard other people's compliments.

The other tables were not like the table for this gentleman, where the chopsticks were already fighting in the bowl.

The most lovable thing is the meat on the incense bowl, which is so gluttonous that it is not enough, it all depends on the speed of the individual.

"Er Guaizi, what are you turning over in the bowl! You let no one eat it, it's all eating your saliva!"

Er Guaizi took the chopsticks out of the bowl, licked the chopsticks with his tongue, and said shamelessly: "This is not turning the meat, who told you to pick it up so quickly, there are only pickles left over, who will eat your leftover pickles."

Erguaizi looked around and found that the incense bowl on the main table still had one or two pieces of meat. Holding the bowl, he shamelessly came forward to ask for it.

"Yeah! What are you doing? We haven't eaten yet. There is a rule for each table."

Mazi stretched out his chopsticks to stop Er Guaizi from picking up the meat.

"I didn't get a piece of this. I didn't have enough to share. You guys at the head table kept the good stuff. Look how much is left."

Mazi was not happy, their table had the same amount as the other tables, and the remaining few pieces in the incense bowl were not willing to use chopsticks seeing that the owner's granddaughter loved eating.

"Every table is the same, you can ask all the aunts, the dishes on the meal that everyone cooks together." Zhang Osmanthus explained.

Fang Cuiying called Erguaizi and said that if she didn't eat quickly, she would not be able to eat the pickles later.

As soon as Er Guaizi turned his head, there was only a little soup left on the table, and he cursed inwardly, "I'm starving to death."

After the kids finished eating, they talked about playing in the yard. Many children came to the house today.

"Wen Yuan, the food made by your family is really delicious." Er Gouzi hiccupped, satisfied, he ate a large piece of meat today, and licked his lips with his tongue as if aftertaste.

Fang Cuiying glanced at the table where the boys had finished eating, it was a place where the pigs had finished eating, and there was soup and water everywhere.

Li Aling took the basket, and the rabbits' rations were gone.

An Ran held Li Aling's hand, holding the small hoe her uncle made for her.

It's almost May, and there are a lot of rabbit grass growing on the slopes of the fields, and you can cut a lot at any place.

Rabbits are also particular about grass, what they like to eat and what they don’t like to eat, which ones grow faster, and when summer comes, which grasses are eaten to clear away heat.

An Ran followed behind with a small hoe, she remembered what kind of grass Li Aling had dug, and when she encountered the same grass, she would point to it.

"Wow, Fubao, you are really amazing, you are a mountain mushroom."

Li Aling glanced at the place Fu Bao pointed out, and was about to dig the grass into the basket with a small hoe, but found the mushroom hidden in it.

She had eaten this kind of mushroom before, it was very fresh, better than meat.

An Ran squatted and tilted her head to look into the grass. She was actually referring to rabbit grass, but she didn't expect there was a mushroom.

Isn’t this just Jicong!wild fungi!

Li Aling carefully peeled away the soil around the mushroom and pulled it out along the roots with her hands.

A complete mushroom is unearthed, like an open umbrella.

The cap of this kind of mushroom is gray, and under the cap are the unique pleats of the mushroom. The stem is white and slender, and the bottom root is black.

(End of this chapter)