A Different Life as a Demon

Aunt Sun left. She didn't go peacefully. Before she died, her eyes widened because of pain.

The doctor rushed into the room and hurriedly felt her pulse. After half a ring, he sighed and shook his head, "it's too late, it's too late."

"Grandma, woo woo, I want grandma."

Although Guo yueluo was young, she also knew that death meant that she would never see this person. For a time, the beautiful little girl cried into tears.

Seven days later, aunt sun was officially buried in the back hill of their house.

Aunt sun died. Ma Wu, a big man, couldn't take care of his granddaughter, so he was picked up by his daughter's son-in-law. Soon, Ma Wu also moved to his daughter's place to help them kill pigs and sell meat together.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohong and Wang Chong lost their support, and life became more and more difficult. As before, their father Wang Dayong gambled outside every day. He had no money, so he stole it.

For Wang Dayong, Wang Zhong has a killing intention.

It's a pity that I'm too young now. Even if I give him a kitchen knife to chop Wang Dayong while he is asleep, I'm afraid I can't chop him. If I wake him up, it will be troublesome.

At the age of four, Wang Zhong found that he could finally walk freely. In order to fill his stomach, when Zhang Xiaohong was doing farm work, he ran under the tree to dig loaches, and then looked for Tree Worms in the tree hole.

This kind of insect is very fat and pure white. Although it looks disgusting, it is rich in protein. Frying it once can make the children in the village cry.

Of course, their family is too poor to afford oil, so Wang Zhong's plan is to just boil it with boiling water.

"Little fish, what are you doing?"

After finishing the farm work, Zhang Xiaohong was very curious to see that Wang Chong had been sitting on the ground for a long time.

"Mom, look."

Wang Chong laboriously lifted the dustpan in his hand, only to see that it was full of insects and loaches.

"Oh, why are you playing with these insects?" Zhang Xiaohong grabbed the worm in Wang Chong's hand and shouted.

"These food, we eat wild vegetables and tree roots every day, there is no nutrition." Wang Zhong argued.

Zhang Xiaohong was originally severely scolded, but after listening to Wang Chong, she couldn't help feeling sad. Because they ate badly, her son wanted to eat worms. She sighed, "but eating this will hurt her stomach."

"I promise not."

"You child, how do you know not?"

"Because I have." Wang Zhong casually explained, "last night I was hungry and fainted. Later, I saw the insects crawling under the bed and ate them. I didn't expect it to relieve my hunger. Mom, try it. I've dug so much."

"Take it back."

Zhang Xiaohong sighed. After Wang Chong came home, he began to take the initiative to boil water and prepare insect and wild vegetable soup. Seeing Wang Chong's busy appearance, Zhang Xiaohong couldn't help warming her heart.

Although her husband is not a thing, fortunately, God gave her such a sensible son.

When Wang Zhong was burning the fire, Zhang Xiaohong looked at the rice jar. There was only a handful of rice left. She sighed. It seemed that she would buy rice again tomorrow.

Fortunately, these days she saved 30 copper coins, enough to buy a small bag of rice.

After washing the rice, Zhang Xiaohong, as before, began to cook porridge. She put a lot of water in the porridge, because they would eat this small handful of rice for a day. If there was less water, the porridge would be eaten quickly.

At this time, there was a smell in the room. She turned her head suspiciously and saw that the pot that Wang had cooked again smelled delicious.

"Mom, look at the soup." Because Wang is heavy and short, he can't see the stove.

"Well."

Zhang Xiaohong lifted the lid of the pot and saw insects floating on the leaves of wild vegetables. The insects were boiled in water, so their bodies were swollen and fat.

"Sprinkle some salt." Wang Zhong looked at the salt on the stove. Zhang Xiaohong had worked for a family for three days to change this handful of salt.

Salt is very important to them. Usually Zhang Xiaohong takes three days to put a little salt, but today her son said it, and she couldn't bear to refuse.

So sprinkled a little salt, put a little bit of soup out.

Wang Chong took a sip, and the taste was a little weak, but the smell of insects was very delicious, that is, it looked a little disgusting.

"Just eat."

Wang Zhong picked up a worm and bit it. The juice sprayed everywhere at once. After a simple chewing twice, a worm swallowed it.

Was it good? It's definitely not as delicious as fried, but for them, it's better than porridge that is almost the same as water.

Zhang Xiaohong has suffered a lot since childhood, and she is not a hypocritical person. She smells good and eats a worm. The taste is a little greasy and disgusting.

Then she filled a bowl of porridge and added a lot of rice to Wang Chong, but she only had some rice soup, and the rice grains floating on it were counted by both hands.

"Mom, there is too little rice in your bowl. What you usually do is heavy work. If you don't eat enough, you will be tired." Wang chongdao.

"Mom is a woman. She eats less, so she's full. Besides, there are so many dishes. It's you who eat more. Now you grow up and grow tall in the future, and your father won't dare to hit you."

Wang Zhong picked up his bowl and filled Zhang Xiaohong with some rice: "Mom, eat it, and I'll find a way to eat it in the future."

Zhang Xiaohong smiled happily, but she didn't care too much. She just thought she had filial piety to say so.

This meal was full. The next day, Zhang Xiaohong really found that her stomach was not as hungry as before, and she also had a lot of strength when working.

While Wang Chong was playing in the field, he also found a kind of grass.

"Isn't this grass head?" Wang Chong squatted down and picked up a blade of grass.

He suddenly remembered that straw heads were considered weeds and inedible in ancient times. At that time, straw heads were used as fodder.

Later, there was a famine, and some people ate grass regardless of food. Unexpectedly, they found that the taste of the grass was very good, especially the tender part of the grass. If you cook any soup, it tastes very fragrant.

There are many ways to make straw soup, most of which are to cook soup. An egg in straw soup tastes very fragrant, or stir fry straw soup with some Baijiu in it. The dish name is Jiuxiang straw soup, which is a famous dish.

There are many grass heads here, which are densely covered, but basically no one touches them.

"This is a good thing!"

Wang Zhong resolutely brought a dustpan and began to pick grass.