Chapter 7: Tender Sprout Soup

Release time: 2025-04-05 03:35:58
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“No need for grandma, Fubao wants to eat the same thing as you.” Jiang Fubao refused.

The little millet she puts is enough to eat for a day.

Save a little bit.

When my uncle and his friends sold quail eggs and bought brown rice, they could secretly mix millet again.

“Okay, grandma knows you are good. Your uncle will definitely buy you meat buns when he comes back tonight. Then he will only give you one person to eat. The bird eggs were found by our Fubao. You are a great hero.” Zhang Jinlan saw that her granddaughter was so obedient.

I feel very comfortable in my heart.

“Yes, the three of us searched for a long time this morning but couldn’t find a bird egg. How could Fubao be so lucky? I’m afraid it’s not that Fuxing was reincarnated and reincarnated in our family.” Jiang Fubao’s second uncle Sun Pingmei walked from the backyard.

After saying that, she squatted down and helped her sister-in-law choose vegetables.

The two of them work very quickly.

After a while, the basket of tender sprouts will be processed.

At noon, only eleven people sat on the table in the main hall.

A bowl of green sprout soup in front of each person.

There was no oil at all, and I only added some crushed salt and cooked it, and then it was out of the pot. “It’s really strange, why do I feel that there is a little more salt in the salt tank?” Zhu Yingqiu, who has been in the kitchen for many years, also found something wrong.

But no one believed her. “Sister-in-law, you remember it wrong. Who would add salt to our salt tank? How big a prodigal son can do this brainless thing? You must remember it wrong. Eat it quickly. After the meal, the three of us will go to the mountain again.”

Sun Pingmei picked up the bowl and ate it.

Although the sprouts are bitter, they are much more delicious than the bark.

In the early years, there was also a disaster in Qixi County. Sun Pingmei was not yet married and was only seven or eight years old. Because she was a girl, she couldn’t eat the food at home. She was so hungry that she was so hungry that she was heartbroken. But in the mountain, she couldn’t even find weeds. Sun Pingmei had to chew the bark and survived.

So she didn’t pick anything, and she ate the tender sprouts very fragrant.

With the first attempt, the prodigal son Jiang Fubao quickly accepted the tender bud soup.

Compared to stir-frying, the cooked sprouts are bitter and lighter.

She ate in small sips and drank soup from time to time.

“When the autumn harvest this year, I will buy the food and marry a wife for the Tongjin. He is already fifteen years old. If Zhangjia Village is put, all the children will be born at the end of the year.”

In a poor family, there is no rule that they don’t have to say anything.

Zhang Jinlan chewed the tender sprouts and said slowly.

She is from Zhangjia Village. If she hadn’t died early and had no brothers help, she wouldn’t have married.The poorest Jiangjia Village came to her. Fortunately, the old man treated her well. Although she was poor, she lived a good life.

The son is filial, the daughter-in-law is diligent, and the grandsons are sensible.

Speaking of Zhangjia Village, her youngest daughter-in-law, namely Fubao’s mother Zhang Yanzi, was still in kinship with her and was a relative who came out of the third ward.

Zhang Yanzi is also the only daughter. Her father died of illness and her widowed mother raised her. Because her family was too poor, no one in Zhangjia Village was willing to marry her.

Zhang Jinlan, who went home to visit relatives, took the lead in helping her son make this marriage.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law get along like a mother and daughter. “Who said no? If you want to blame it, it’s all the weather in the past two years. It’s always raining, and the sun is still drying every day. Not only does it make us tired, rice cannot be planted. After the brown rice harvest, it only has 50% of the yield. Alas, which family is not hard, and has caught up with the recruitment. The food is gone and the money is gone.” Zhu Yingqiu put down his bowl and sighed.

Tongjin is her eldest son, so she certainly cares about her marriage.

But there is no money at home, what can she do?