When we came back, everyone was silent, and there was no atmosphere of chatting and bragging like when we went back together before.

As soon as Fang Sanduo finished speaking, Huang Mei, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard this and hurriedly came out. She waved at Fang Sanduo, sighed and explained.

"Master, don't look at what day it is in the past two days. Goudan went out to chop wood early in the morning. The sun in the morning was a bit too strong. At noon, when he came back, he was holding the hatchet and shaking his head.

, I thought he must have contracted Sha, so I pulled out some medicinal herbs for him and just finished drinking them!"

After hearing Huang Mei's words, Fang Sanduo's sullen face immediately lost his composure. He looked anxious, stepped forward and touched Fang Yu's head, looked at Fang Yu's face seriously, and asked eagerly.

"Gua Wa Zi, why did you get sunburned? You went up the mountain and didn't know how to hide. How are you doing now?"

Fang Yu was a little unaccustomed to having her head touched like this, but she finally endured it, showed a slightly artificial and innocent smile to Fang Sanduo, and then said.

"It's okay...Uncle, it's much better..."

Then, Huang Mei came closer and whispered next to Fang Sanduo.

"Well... the boss, I think Goudan is a little weak, so I boiled the egg and gave it to him... this..."

The person in charge of the family is Fang Sanduo, and it is Fang Sanduo who does the most work. He takes care of the one hundred acres of land outside Huang Yuan.

He is a so-called tenant farmer. He does not have his own land and can only rent land from Huang Yuan for farming.

Although you won’t make much money this way, and 70% of the harvested rice will be taken away!

But even so, the remaining 30% of rice grain can at least guarantee the survival of Fang Sanduo's family for more than a year.

Two meals a day, although it is a bit thin, but occasionally add some wild vegetables or a sesame seed cake, you can still feel full.

Therefore, Fang Sanduo has always been in charge of the family's finances, including the two chickens.

Fang Sanduo has to decide who the eggs are for.

Fang Sanduo took a look at the chicken coop. Recently, the chickens have been a bit reluctant to lay eggs. They only laid one in half a month.

Originally, he had planned to cook the eggs for a while and taste them among the three of them, but now there was no hope.

Thinking of the taste of eggs, he also swallowed.

He has been busy since he went out in the morning. He only ate a pancake with some water at noon. Now he was very hungry.

Well, although he eats twice a day, he is the main force and has a heavy workload, so he still needs to eat at noon.

The ancients were not stupid. They had two meals a day. If they worked hard, they would eat two meals a day and they would be exhausted in a short time.

It's just that eating at noon is not called eating, it's called supplementary food.

That is to say, pad it to pad your lower belly.

Not included in the two meals a day, it’s a bit like a modern afternoon tea.

The difference is that this snack is a must if you have a lot of activities, but it is not necessary for modern afternoon tea.

Fang Sanduo nodded and then said.

"Well, let's just give it to Goudan, but recently... ugh..."

"The head of the family...has something happened recently? I heard from Aunt Liu from Huang Yuan's wife's family that there has been a drought in Liutong County next door for almost two months, and all the grain there has been burned to death.

Said, there is a clamor for the government office to open a warehouse to distribute grain..."

When Huang Mei heard Fang Sanduo sigh, she also said to Fang Sanduo worriedly.

"Second Aunt Liu? Boss Liu's aunt next door?"

Fang Sanduo interjected.

"Um"

Huang Mei nodded and continued.

"I think we have been suffering from drought for almost a month. If we continue like this, our fields will..."

Huang Mei did not continue, but the meaning was already clear.

Fang Sanduo nodded, remained silent for a long time, and then said.

"Eat first, then think of something after eating."

Huang Mei sighed, turned around and walked towards the kitchen. After tinkering for a while, she walked into her and Fang Sanduo's room carrying an earthen pot in a rag.

There is a bed in the corner of the room, and a wooden table in the middle. The floor is uneven, and the four corners are padded with boards and stones.

There are also three wooden pile chairs.

Several people sat down skillfully.

Then Huang Mei took down a bamboo basket hanging on the beam and took out two wooden bowls with lids from the bamboo basket.

Put it on the table and open it.

One pile was dark and looked a bit like pickled white radish cubes.

In another wooden bowl was a small lump of white paste, which tasted very fragrant. Fang Yu learned the names of these two dishes from memory.

That dark thing is the pickled radish cube.

Pickled with a lot of salt, a small piece is enough to dry a bowl of porridge.

The other bowl is filled with lard cubes.

This piece of lard is made from fat meat bought during the Chinese New Year. It is the most valuable thing in the house.

As for the lard residue, I finished eating it three months ago.

Every time you eat, use pickled radish with a little lard, and it will be the most oily dish at home.

Huang Mei opened the clay pot and started scooping porridge for the three of them.

Fang Yu could see that there was obviously not a lot of rice in the porridge, but with some rice bran, soybeans, and some wild vegetables added to the porridge, it seemed quite filling.

One person scooped out a bowl, Fang Sanduo had the largest bowl, followed by Fang Yu, and finally Huangmei. She scraped the earthen pot, dug out the last bit of porridge, poured some water into it, swung it around, and poured it again.

When it came to her bowl, it felt a little full, but it looked a lot thinner.

Fang Yu next to her looked at everything in front of her, looking very worried for some reason.

It turns out that our ancestors lived in such an era in the past.

Looking at the wooden bowls of different sizes on the table, the modern porridge inside, the dog shook his head just looking at it, and finally the two dishes.

A dish of pickled vegetables and a small piece of lard.

It can be said that I have mixed feelings in my heart.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Dayan is not exaggerating. Such dishes were still on our table when Dayan was a child, that is, in the 1990s. There were more types of pickles, including bean curd and so on. The pickles that I remember most clearly at that time were simply delicious.

It's so salty that a small piece of porridge in a bowl is no joke. There is no lard, because modern lard can be used for cooking, but in ancient times it was not fried, which means it can only be added to vegetables for cooking, or eaten as it is.

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