"Why are you hugging me?" Mrs. Wu grabbed him. Fuya has this talent, that's a good thing!

Look at Mrs. Jiang. She is so popular because of her good delivery skills and her expertise in treating women's diseases! Even the ladies in the county ask her to see a doctor! The reward for one trip is worth their money.

A year’s harvest from the fields!

If Fuya succeeds in learning, she won't be like ordinary people like them, who have to rely on the weather for food, and will be hungry for two and a half years out of three years. Naturally, Mrs. Wu will not let her son ruin Fuya's future.

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Song Qingmo also said: "Isn't it too early for Fuya to learn now?"

"It's not early, it's not early! Our Fu Ya are so awesome! Even better than the Jiang family's twins..." Mrs. Wu was frothing at the mouth as she talked about today's competition between the two little ones, with a proud expression on her face.

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It wasn't until her mouth went dry that Mrs. Wu realized it was getting late. She said to her old son in a happy mood: "I'll stew venison for you today!"

Song Qingmo always felt that Mom stewed the meat not for him to come back from vacation, but to celebrate Fuya's confirmation of his talent in studying medicine. Suddenly he felt that the meat was... well, it was still very fragrant!

Mrs. Wu selected the most tender piece of venison, chopped it into fine minced meat, cooked it with rice noodles, added a little salt to taste, and added two drops of sesame oil given by Fuya Ganniang.

"It smells so good! Is this meat porridge specially cooked for me?" Song Qingmo reached out to take the bowl from Mrs. Wu's hand with a look of emotion on his face - but the portion was not too much, not enough for him to take a few sips!

Mrs. Wu avoided his hand, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "You're so big-faced! The stew in the pot isn't enough for you? And you're here to snatch our Fuya's porridge. Do you think you're such an uncle?"

While they were talking, the sheep herding team came back. The little sheep Bie Mea came back with a lot of food and grass for himself as usual. As soon as the little guy entered the door, he went to the main room to join in.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wu yelled at it: "Fuya is not in the house! If you jump on the kang again, I will kill the sheep for meat tonight!"

The sheep turned around calmly and followed the mother sheep to the backyard as if nothing had happened - Fuya is not here, do you think I am too rare to enter your house?

Song Qingmo looked at the two sheep and walked into the newly built sheepfold in the backyard without anyone holding them. He asked curiously: "When did our family raise sheep?"

"There are so many things you don't know!" Mrs. Wu said to the dirty 89 Mao, "Go and change your coat and wash your hands! There is still half a bowl of porridge in the casserole, you two should share it.

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Bamao swallowed his saliva and said: "Jiu Mao and I drank it yesterday. Let's drink today's drink for Brother Six and Brother Seven! We are all grandsons of Nai, and we can't let others say that Nai is partial."

"Who did you hear say that I am partial?" Mrs. Wu raised her eyebrows, looking even more fierce, "Jiu Mao, did your mother say that?"

"Mom, what an injustice! Jiumao has gained a lot of weight since I followed you! When it comes to partiality, you are also partial to us! How could I talk about you behind your back?" As soon as Zhang Chunmei entered the courtyard, she heard Mrs. Wu's voice.

In that case, quickly cry out for injustice.

"It's all for nothing! I'm just partial. Who can do anything to me? If anyone can't stand it, get out of here! I won't serve you anymore!" Mrs. Wu snorted and said to Balamao, "Let you

You can drink it! I made venison stew today, and I’ll share an extra piece with your brothers later, won’t you be back soon?”

"Hey!" Bamao agreed, scooped out the meat porridge with a smile on his face, took a spoon, and Jiumao and I took a bite and ate the meat porridge separately - delicious!

When Fuya was brought back, rubbing her eyes, her belly was round from being fed. The meat porridge cooked for her was only 60 cents and 70 cents cheaper for the two smaller ones. 60 cents and 70 cents thought she was too big.

When they were one or two years old, the two younger brothers started a small stove with sister Fuya. Although they were greedy, they never competed with their younger brothers. Today they finally tasted the food that their sister ate. Not to mention, it was quite delicious!

Even more fragrant was the pot of venison stewed in milk. There was plenty of meat, and it tasted amazing! In addition to the stewed venison, there was also a pot of stewed fish, which was caught by Song Laosan.

Zhang Chunmei was glad that she did not stay with her parents for dinner, otherwise she would have missed this delicious meal!

The weather in the north got cold early. After a night of north wind, snowflakes started to drift in the sky. Fuya lay in the crack of the window and looked out - the snowflakes were so big and white, just like down!

In her previous life, her research base was in a coastal city in East China. It snowed every winter, and it was as if it had not snowed before. There was no way it could survive on the ground, and the snow particles were tiny and tiny. In her opinion, such goose feathers

Heavy snow is worthy of winter!

Mrs. Wu held her outstretched little hand in her palm, smiled and nodded her eyebrows, and said: "Be careful, your little fat hands will freeze into pig's hooves! Why are you so curious and want to touch everything?

, try?”

Wu Mao jumped off the kang and went out of the room. After a while, he came in with a small snowman: a body as big as a fist, a head as big as an egg, eyes and mouth made of a small branch pressed in, and squinting eyes.

Weirdly cute.

Wumao put it on the Kang table and said to Fu Ya who was leaning over: "Sister, you can only look at it, but you are not allowed to touch it! It's very cold, and you will get sick if you touch it. If you get sick, you have to take hard medicine!"

Song Ziran:......

How are you coaxing your children? Just touch them!

She poked the snowman with her hand, but she didn't use the strength well and poked the snowman's head off.

"Milk, look! Fuya is disobedient!" Wu Mao saw that she wanted to grab the snowman's head, so he quickly took two balls of snow in his hands, grinning from the cold.

Mrs. Wu bit off the thread on the needle, shook the patched cotton coat, and said to Wumao: "Why did you bring the snow in? You're still complaining about Fu Ya! Throw it away quickly and try on the cotton coat!"

This year, they made a lot of money from selling wild boars and mountain products. The Song family bought a few new quilts and made new clothes for several of their grandchildren. Farmers are like this. After wearing a large cotton coat and wearing a small one, it takes a lot of sewing and mending.

Year.

When the youngest ones got older, their clothes were all worn out, so they had to make new ones. Therefore, the elder brothers and younger brothers all had new clothes, and for four cents, fifty cents, and six cents, they could only pick up the leftovers from their brothers.

This year, the cotton in cotton-padded clothes and quilts has been re-spun, and it looks almost like new when worn. You don’t have to pick out a few hairs, just have clothes to wear. Aren’t all the children in the village like this?

"Nice, it fits well!" Wu Mao put on the jacket. Although there were a few patches, it was still soft.

Mrs. Wu took out a pair of deerskin boots: "This year we don't have new cotton-padded jackets for you and Si Mao, so I made a pair of boots for each of you, with rabbit fur insoles inside. It's snowing, so I'll wear them when I go out!"
Chapter completed!