Rebirth Era's Petite Wife

Chapter 33 033 Where is the food

Let me explain here again, He Shibi who only smiled at you before has [-] coins left, and here they are counted together!

In the evening, Liu Changgui, the cripple, came over with a lantern to lead them to the cafeteria for dinner. The people who had cut firewood all day were already hungry, and a group of people came to the cafeteria excitedly, thinking about what to do with the feast. Let's make a decent meal!

But the cafeteria was desolate, desolate and desolate, and there were not many people. The meals in front of everyone were the same rice buns with pickled vegetable soup. The buns were grayish brown and the size of a child's palm.

"Today is your welcome feast, let you eat with your belly open, and you will have to ration it later," said the cripple.

Shen Jiao noticed that when the cripple said to eat with his belly open, the eyes of the other people eating in the cafeteria lit up and looked at them enviously. It can be seen that it is an extremely luxurious thing to be able to eat with an open belly here.

The people who came excitedly were poured a large basin of cold water head-on by the poor food, and it was cold from head to toe. This time it was not Xu Qiao who broke out, but the director of the sales department.

"Where's the rice? Is there any food? Where is it?" the director of the sales department said angrily, with eagerness on his face.

The cripple snorted, pointed to Wowotou and said, "Food!"

Pointing to the pickled vegetable soup in the big basin, he said, "Vegetables!"

"Where are the eyes? Didn't you see it?" The cripple spoke in a bad tone, squinting at the director of the sales department.

The director of the sales department is a flexible and slick person, just now it was just a gaffe in a hurry, now he has realized it, quickly pulled out a big front door, and handed it over obsequiously: "My eyesight is not good, it is hundreds of degrees Myopia, I can't see clearly for a while, Comrade Liu, don't care about it!"

The cripple took the big front door and pinned it to his ear, snorted disdainfully, greeted the cook in the cafeteria, and limped away, holding in his hands two cornbreads and a bag of rice stuffed by the cook. Pots covered with lids.

"That pot is filled with meat. I smelled the aroma of meat just now." The director of the sales department said angrily, biting down the steamed bun in his hand as braised pork.

"Bah! Is this something that people eat?" The director of the sales department exaggeratedly spit out the food in his mouth. Xu Qiao behaved like him, and this guy was even more exaggerated. Not only did he spit it out, but he even ate the poison. expression, rubbed his neck and kept retching.

"My throat is scratched. If I eat a cornbread, I can meet...Marx!" Xu Qiao said angrily with a high-pitched voice.

Although other people are not as exaggerated as him, they can’t swallow it after only one mouthful. I don’t know what it is made of. It's unlikely, but this voice is really unbearable.

Shen Jiao took a small bite, frowned and swallowed it. This kind of cornbread was similar to the sorghum noodle cornbread she had received on her way of exile, except that the cornbread here was more throat-sick.

After eating a few mouthfuls of Wowotou, Shen Jiao said to Gu Chen, who was holding the Wowotou on the opposite side and smiling wryly: "Chewing a few more times will not scratch your throat, and it's sweet, not bad."

After she finished speaking, she took another bite, puffed her cheeks and chewed slowly, then swallowed with a frown, seeing Gu Chen staring at her blankly, Shen Jiao grinned at him with white teeth and raised her hand I took another small bite of the cornbread in my mouth.

The little girl's bright laughter infected other frowning people, Gu Chen sniffed, and started to eat big mouthfuls, damn it, he can't even compare to a yellow-haired girl!
Unaffected, Old Uncle Wu started to eat, and said to everyone earnestly: "Hurry up and eat, even petite girls can eat it, but you adults can't eat it? If you don't eat, you will starve!"

Another one who ate corn bread was Zhao Si. This guy took a mouthful of corn bread and pickled vegetable soup. He ate it with great enjoyment. Looking at him eating, he seemed to be eating delicacies from mountains and seas.

The others also began to eat slowly, probably because Uncle Wu's words of "going hungry" reminded them that now they are working people who have to rely on their hands to earn rations!
Working people need to work hard, where does the strength come from?
Naturally, you have strength when you are full!

It’s just that everyone’s throats have been nourished by the rice in the south, and they can’t eat any more after barely eating one wotou. Gu Chen managed to eat two, and he saw Zhao Si who was eating the fourth one next to him, Can't help but ask: "Brother Zhao, don't you find it unpalatable?"

Zhao Si glanced at him lightly, swallowed the cornbread in his mouth, and said softly: "When you feel hungry, you will feel that this cornbout is delicious in the world!"

Gu Chen shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly. For a young master who has never lacked food and clothing since he was a child, being hungry is really a very distant term!

Shen Jiaxing tried his best to eat one, and took a sip of the cold pickled vegetable soup. It was so salty that he had to grab the remaining half of the cornbread in Shen Jiao's hand and chew it, so that he felt better in his mouth.

Shen Jiao said to Gu Chen: "Uncle Gu, you should eat more, or else you won't have the energy to work tomorrow, and if you don't work well, you won't have money!"

The clear and clear voice of the little girl made everyone look terrified. They finally realized that tomorrow they will officially sell their strength, and whether they sell their strength will directly affect their future belly problems!
"Little Jiaojiao is right, no matter how unpalatable it is, we should eat more, or we will be hungry from now on!" Accountant Wang said in a soft voice, frowning after swallowing, it didn't look like Eating is like eating yellow lotus.

The others also continued to eat. Xu Qiao ate half of it and began to complain again: "What is this cornbread made of? Why can't the skin be removed when grinding the noodles?"

Ma Xixi, who came in with a basin, heard what he said, and said with a sneer, "If you're not used to eating it all day long, then come here and go back to Nada, don't goof around here!"

Ma Xixi scolded, everyone including Xu Qiao was honest, and gnawed the cornbread with their heads sullen, Shen Jiao could only hear the snoring of soup and the sound of chewing the cornbow.

Shen Jiao noticed that Ma Xixi only made two buns, and before leaving, she glared at Xu Qiao, which made the guy tremble in fright, and even hiccupped!
Uncle Wu ate two cornbreads, sighed, and said to Qian Wenliang next door, "I haven't had this barnyard noodle cornbread for more than [-] years. Alas, decades have passed in a blink of an eye!"

Qian Wenliang asked in surprise, "Barnyard flour? What kind of crop is this? It shouldn't be one of the five grains, right?"

Uncle Wu asked back, "Where is Xiaoqian's hometown?"

"Haining, Province Z." Qian Wenliang replied.

Old man Wu laughed and said, "That's no wonder. Province Z has been a land of plenty since ancient times. You haven't heard that weeds are normal. Weeds are not grains at all, and they are also harmful weeds in rice fields. Farmers try to get rid of them. It should be the ancestor of rice, and it can also be used as food, and some places still use it to make wine, and it is said that the wine tastes very good.”

He paused and said again: "But this cornbread is not pure barnyard flour, it should be mixed with sorghum flour, otherwise the color would not be so dark!"

　Note: Barnyard grass is a kind of weed that looks very similar to rice in rice fields. In ancient times, it was the staple food in some places, and it was specially planted by some people. Weeds are planted, but in some places there is still the custom of planting weeds, and weeds are a kind of coarse grain with rich nutrition.

　　In difficult times, because weeds are particularly drought-resistant and grow more luxuriantly than food crops, smart farmers mixed weeds flour into their staple food to fill their stomachs. This is not an exaggeration of the old sheep, but has historical basis , so I always feel that many people now throw away the food they can't finish, or the scene of wasting food feels uncomfortable. These people should really travel back to the previous era to experience the taste of starvation!

　　
　
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