"Well, Aunt Jiaoxing is really amazing!" Li Tiedan sighed from the bottom of her heart. For the first time, he envied Aman because he had a powerful mother like Xu Jiaoxing!

After catching two quails and one rice chicken in a row, the weeds became much quieter. Xu Jiaoxing heard the sound of drums coming from Aman's stomach. He knew that his son was hungry, so he hurriedly collected the bamboo sieve and pulled Aman back to cook.

"Aunt Jiaoxing, can you lend me your bamboo sieve for use? I want to catch a rice chicken and go back to raise it." At this time, Li Tiedan's hesitant voice rang behind Xu Jiaoxing.

Xu Jiaoxing was stunned. It was all this. If he didn't go back, wouldn't her mother have a fuss?

"Your mother will be worried. It's past meal time now, so it's time for you to go back." Xu Jiaoxing said this, then turned his head to Aman and said, "Son, give the rice chicken in your hand to Tiedan'er."

"Well, Tiedan'er, listen to my mother, take the rice chicken and go back to eat quickly, so as not to worry Aunt Taohua." Aman generously handed the rice chicken in his hand to Li Tiedan.

Li Tiedan looked at Aman, then looked at Xu Jiaoxing, a little surprised: "Just, just give it to me like that?"

Xu Jiaoxing nodded with a funny look and called her son back. Li Tiedan followed them, but she didn't come back to her senses for a while.

After looking at the rice chicken in their hands, they really gave him the rice chicken!

After Xu Jiaoxing took Aman back to the village, he separated from Li Tiedan. My mother went back to the house twice and baked a few cakes to eat. Xu Jiaoxing went to Sang Sanniang's house to pack sachets.

The sachets in Sang Sanniang's house were the last batch of goods. Xu Jiaoxing was worried that it would be difficult to sell tomorrow, so she also controlled the quantity.

Seeing that Sang Sanniang was still embroidering a sachet, Xu Jiaoxing was just aside with spices. Sang Sanniang embroidered it into one, and she pretended one.

In the evening, fifty or sixty sachets were finally ready. Sang Sanniang proposed to help Xu Jiaoxing sell sachets tomorrow. After all, it was the last day. One more person can sell them faster.

Xu Jiaoxing did not refuse and discussed with Sang Sanniang where to sell it.

During the Shangsi Festival in previous years, the most lively places were just two places, one by the river and canal, and the other was in the Snow Mountain Temple where you climbed the mountain to worship Buddha. After a conclusion, the two of them finally planned to go to the same place.

In order to save Sang Sanniang some energy, Xu Jiaoxing took the initiative to choose Snow Mountain Temple, and Sang Sanniang naturally took charge of the river and canal area.

That night, when Xu Jiaoxing returned to the house, the sky had already darkened. Once back to the house, Aman was grabbing a quail and gestured with a knife.

Seeing Xu Jiaoxing come back, he hurriedly came over and said, "Mom, are you back?"

Xu Jiaoxing nodded and looked at his hand, and saw him happily handing the quail and the knife to Xu Jiaoxing at the same time.

"My grandma, let's stew quail soup and drink it. I picked up two Cistanches outside to help you nourish your body."

Xu Jiaoxing originally thought that he would feed the quail, but he never thought that he was still thinking about stewing soup for her.

Just as she was about to laugh, she immediately came back to the smell: "Have you gone up the mountain?"

Still alone!

Xu Jiaoxing was unhappy. What if something happened to this half-aged child?

Seeing that his mother was unhappy, Aman hurriedly lowered his head and said, "No, I'm looking for me near the wasteland, Tiedan accompanied me."

Xu Jiaoxing had no choice but to: "You should accompany him to catch rice chickens!"

"No, we have agreed. We will find mushrooms with me first, and then accompany him to catch birds. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid that you wouldn't let me go. If you weren't in good health recently, I wouldn't have been like this..." The more I spoke, he whispered more and more.

Xu Jiaoxing had no choice but to pull him into his arms: "I should send you to a private school quickly so that you won't get used to wild animals and go into the mountains all day long, like a monkey."

As she said this, Xu Jiaoxing made up her mind. After the Shangsi Festival, she quickly went to the private school in the next village to take a look and decided on Aman's schooling.

"Mom, you won't be angry, are you?" After a while, Aman asked carefully.

"Well, I'm angry." Xu Jiaoxing nodded, took the knife and quail from his hand, and beat the quail outside.

After all, these quails grew up in the wild and were not easy to feed. As they were fed, they might even lose weight. It would be better to stew them directly for Aman to eat.

Thinking of this, Xu Jiaoxing beat the two quails together.

Aman felt sorry for the quail. You know, he went to the wasteland with Li Tiedan in the afternoon to catch two more quails for her mother. Who knew that they had not gained much after waiting for a long time.

Now, seeing his mother beat two quails out directly, he wanted to leave one and eat it tomorrow, but when he said that, he didn't dare to say anything.

He was afraid that his mother would still be angry.

Xu Jiaoxing, who was beside him, looked at Aman from time to time and suddenly laughed: "Okay, mom is not angry anymore. You must tell your mother wherever you go, and you are also making money to support your family. As long as you practice writing well in the future, you will be able to study well."

Aman hesitated a little, and after a while, he couldn't help asking, "Wouldn't that mother be very tired?"

Xu Jiaoxing smiled: "I'm not tired, I'll be happy to see Aman."

Aman finally laughed. He went to the stove to remove the firewood. At the same time, he promised Xu Jiaoxing that he would never go up the mountain quietly again. Then the mother and the other sat by the stove and started to laugh.

Xu Jiaoxing had eaten stewed chicken with Cistanche before, but Cistanche was bought on the market. She had never been envious of the fact that she went to wastelands to pick wild Cistanche like Aman.

So Xu Jiaoxing made an agreement with Aman again. When she finished her work in a while, she would go with him to pick Cistanche.

My mother sat around the stove for half an hour and finally stewed the quail.

Xu Jiaoxing added salt, stirred it gently for a few more times, then took a coarse porcelain bowl to serve the soup, and also served a large piece of quail meat for Aman.

The quail was stewed by her and was soft and rotten. It was mixed with the fragrance of Cistanche, but it was indescribable!

The room was very dim. Xu Jiaoxing lit an oil lamp, and the mother and two men held a bowl of stewed quails on the table and sat at the table to eat it.

When Aman noticed that there was a large piece of quail meat in his bowl, he immediately wanted to pick it up for Xu Jiaoxing, which was stewed to nourish her body.

While Xu Jiaoxing took the quail meat in his bowl to him, he also urged him to eat it himself.

Aman still couldn't bear to eat it, so he just went to drink the soup. He wanted to leave the meat for Xu Jiaoxing to eat. Unexpectedly, Xu Jiaoxing turned cold and said, "Eat it quickly. If the weather is hot, these things will go bad. We will have to go to Xueshan Temple tomorrow. It's not certain when we can come back."

Aman raised his little face and couldn't say anything happy: "Mom wants to take me?"

Xu Jiaoxing nodded. Tomorrow is Shangsi Festival. She planned to sell her purse and then take him to join in the fun.
Chapter completed!