Building a Farm with Superpowers 6, Chapter 6: Not just ordinary poverty

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Hongyuan's mother handed Xiaole to Hongyuan's father, picked up the broom, swept the floor, and placed a small dining table.

The dining table is small, rectangular, about thirty centimeters high, sixty centimeters long and forty centimeters wide, which is about half a square meter.

There are four sitting objects around the small dining table, a small four-legged bench, and three wooden pillars transformed from tree trunks. One of them is a tree root knot, and a section of the tree root is still retained.

Hongyuan's father held Xiaole and sat on the tree roots next to the small dining table, teasing her to talk. She didn't know whether she should speak or not, so she didn't say anything to the extent that her words were consistent with the original body of this little body.

She just stared at him with wide eyes, smiled occasionally, and catered to his words.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Little Cartoon Head rushed in. Seeing Xiaole, he rushed up and touched Xiaole's face with both hands: "Sister, you are okay."

His hand was a little cold, and it touched Xiaole's warm skin. She felt uncomfortable for a while, and she instinctively shook her head to avoid it.

"Sister, call me, you call me 'brother' very nicely." Seeing Xiaole dodge, Little Luobotou said with some embarrassment.

This sentence is very valuable information for Xiaole: if he can call me brother, it means he can call me father and mother, and he can speak simple languages. At least he is not mute.

Liang Xiaole lost no time in shouting "brother". Her voice was high-pitched and squeaky, with a milky sound, but her articulation was clear and her pronunciation was correct. This is enough to prove that the language expression ability of this sentence far exceeds the physical development.

Seeing Xiaole speak, Hongyuan's father had a smile on his face and said kindly: "Lele is so good!"

Liang Xiaole was encouraged and struggled to sit on her own. Father Hongyuan didn't insist, so he gave her the only four-legged bench at a discount.

Madam Hongyuan set the dining table, brought a small dish plate from elsewhere and put it on it. She turned around and scooped out a gourd of cold water from the water tank, poured it into the wooden washbasin to the north of the water tank, and said without looking at anyone: "Quickly."

Wash your hands and eat. This content is the text content of Chapter 6 of Promoting Farmers with Superpowers."

Then he took out a coarse porcelain bowl from the pot on the stove. There was half a bowl of steamed and tender eggs in the bowl. He placed it in front of Xiaole with a smile: "Here, eat the eggs." Then he took out the pot again.

There were three bowls of vegetable porridge in it, and the oil lamp and the two plates of vegetables were also brought over.

Father Hongyuan and Hongyuan both walked over, washed their hands one after another in the wooden washbasin, and then sat down to drink porridge.

Xiaole looked at the large thick porcelain bowls, which were two sizes larger than the eating bowls in her previous life. She really couldn't believe how the little carrot head Hongyuan could eat such a large bowl.

At this time, Hongyuan's mother had already scooped a spoonful of egg custard with a porcelain spoon and fed it to Xiaole's mouth. Xiaole also felt hungry, so she started eating. Maybe she was really hungry. The eggs tasted quite good, but

, I can’t taste the smell of sesame oil. Put two drops of sesame oil in the egg custard to give it a different flavor.

It turns out that Hongyuan's mother's cooking skills are really not that good. She doesn't even know how to put in sesame oil! Xiaole thought to herself.

But when he looked at the table in a blink of an eye, Xiaole was stunned: there were three dishes on the table, one was fried loofah, the other was cold spinach, and a small plate was filled with red shredded radish, with no hair on it.

Without exception, there are almost no oil stars.

Looking at their rice bowls, there are more than half sweet potato chunks and green vegetable leaves in the thin polenta. There is not even a grate for dry food on the table, let alone steamed buns or anything like that.

But Hongyuan's father and Hongyuan's mother both ate with gusto, and the little carrot head Hongyuan also devoured them as if these were delicacies.

Xiaole was dumbfounded: This...this...this family can't even guarantee food and clothing?

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After dinner, Hongyuan's mother cleared away the dishes. Hongyuan took out a straw grasshopper from the west room and handed it to Xiaole, teasing her to talk. Xiaole knew that this little body could talk, so he carefully picked it up.

He spoke short sentences and laughed and answered questions with Hongyuan.

Hongyuan's father sat at the dinner table with a smile and looked at his children. When he saw Hongyuan's mother put away the dishes and came over, he said to her with a happy face: "It seems that everything is fine."

Hongyuan's mother nodded numbly and sat on one side of the square table.

"Hey, Hongyuan, where did you go wild this afternoon and came back so late?" Hongyuan's father seemed to suddenly remember something and asked the happy Hongyuan.

"We were playing in the courtyard." Hongyuan said, looking up at his father, and said seriously: "Dad, my third uncle's family lost chickens again. Third aunt stood on the big hillock and shouted

.Didn’t you hear me when it was almost dark?”

"I heard that this content is the text content of Chapter 6 of Promoting Farmers with Superpowers." Dad Hongyuan nodded.

"But what can we do?" Hongyuan Niang said gloomily, "If you lose it, you can't come back, so what if you shout? How can a third aunt, such a kind person, be able to shout?"

"You're not forced. If you yell like this, the chicken thief will at least feel guilty for a while. If you don't say anything, he still thinks you're easy to bully, so he might come to steal again." Hongyuan's father said with some appreciation.

"That's right. Mom, if we lose the chicken again, you will shout too." Hongyuan said with his big, bony eyes.

"I can't scream." Hongyuan's mother looked embarrassed.

"Your mother, haha, Lao Xier steamed the nest - let's make a living!"

"What are you talking about that has no shadow?"

As Hong Yuan's mother spoke, she got up and poured some hot water into the wooden washbasin. She wetted a coarse cloth hand towel made by the farmer, wrung it out, and wiped Xiaole's face herself. She wet the hand towel again and handed it to Hong.

Yuan. Hongyuan was obviously used to it. Without waiting for instructions, he automatically took the steaming handkerchief from Hongyuan's mother's hand, wiped it on his face, and then handed it to Hongyuan's mother.

Hongyuan's mother wet another coarse cloth hand towel, wiped Liang Xiaole's feet, threw the hand towel into the wooden washbasin, and said to Hong Yuan: "Wash your feet and go to bed. Your sister is just fine, don't be tired.

." He said and walked into the east room with Xiaole in his arms.

It seems that tonight I will have to live in the same room with the father and mother of this body. Although Xiaole is not used to it and is very reluctant, but the body is too small and it is a new arrival, so he has to make do with it.

Hongyuan's mother adjusted the bedding and placed Xiaole on the innermost side against the wall. She patted Xiaole gently and said, "Good boy, lie down for a while and sleep when you feel sleepy. Mother will watch over you and make you a new baby."

Shoes." He stood up, brought the oil lamp and sewing basket to the window sill, and started working by the light on Xiaole's head.

Xiaole remembered that when she was very young in her previous life, she fell asleep listening to her mother's lullabies, or stories told by her grandma, or nursery rhymes told by her grandma. It seems that this mother did not have this habit.

Fortunately, if I really want to tell her about "little white chickens, rolled rice balls, jujube rolls steaming in the pot...", she really doesn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

Looking at the furnishings in the house and tonight’s meal, this family is really not ordinary poor. I don’t know if it’s because the male protagonist is disabled, the female protagonist is dull, or it’s the same for everyone in this time and space! It’s okay to say that a family is poor, but if the whole family is poor,

If time and space are like this, then it’s a sin.

Liang Xiaole couldn't help but recall the materially rich and carefree life in her previous life.
Chapter completed!