When Old Lady Yang found Zhao Luoyang, Zhao Luoyang was looking into the jar. The small mouth pot was too small. This time she changed to the largest clay pot in her family.

"My grandma," Zhao Luoyang saw Old Lady Yang, "The food is ready, I'll call my father, mother, uncle, aunt and others."

Before Old Lady Yang could speak, Zhao Luoyang had already run away.

"Milk, eat it quickly," Zhao Yuanji said, "This rice porridge is so fragrant. My sister just cooked a pot and we were all full."

Old Mrs. Yang looked surprised: "Have you finished eating?" All these in front of her were for them? How much rice does the little granddaughter have to use to cook twice?

Now Zhao Yuanbao nodded: "It's delicious."

It is really delicious. In addition to rice, they also ate eggs and their stomachs are full until now, but they did not dare to say this to the milk, because they were afraid of it and felt sorry for the eggs.

Zhao Xueli, Luo Zhenniang and others came over one after another.

The whole family stood together and looked at the steaming pot.

"This is made by Luo Yatou," Old Mrs. Yang said, although she felt distressed, "Look, Luo Yatou not only finished eating with her younger brothers, but also made so much food for us."

Tao's belly sounded first. She was now a double-body person. She was so tired and hungry that she was fast. Especially when she smelled the fragrance, she felt even more unbearable.

Old Mrs. Yang stepped forward and served a spoonful.

Take out the spoon and it is filled with rice porridge that is so thick that it cannot be thicker. Even the standing chopsticks will not fall.

Luo Zhenniang knew that Grandpa Song gave her daughter rice, but she didn't know that there were so many.

Old Mrs. Yang seemed calm and as stable as Mount Tai, but she was afraid that her hand would spill out the rice porridge with a trembling hand.

This is not porridge. It is clearly rice. I don’t know what is added to it, and it has an indescribable taste.

"There are also cooked cakes given by Grandpa Song," Zhao Luoyang said, "If there is not enough food, put the wild vegetables collected from the milk in it."

Old Mrs. Yang tightly covered the cloth bag in her hand. She would still cause trouble for wild vegetables after putting so many things?

"Enough to eat," said Old Mrs. Yang, "Eat half a can, add water and cook the rest, and another can."

Zhao Luoyang said: "If you add water, the rice cannot be extra. It is still the same when you reach the stomach, but it will take a lot of fire. If you don't eat enough, I'll cook the rice again."

Old Mrs. Yang's heart immediately raised, and she reached out to stop her: "Don't add water, just eat it like this."

Old Lady Yang handed the spoon to Luo Zhenniang. After her granddaughter spoke to Grandpa Song several times, she could hardly handle it.

The adults of the Zhao family started to eat, and a few children squatted beside them and looked at them and laughed.

Ge fed the one in his bowl to Zhao Yuanbao next to him. Zhao Yuanbao avoided and said, "I'm full."

Once you eat this rice porridge, everyone can't speak. When the family's year-round is good, they have never eaten this good rice, but this time it's different.

Luo Zhenniang looked at Zhao Luoyang: "What you eat is the same?"

Zhao Luoyang nodded, but there were no compressed biscuits in the pot.

"Why is it still salty?" Zhao Xueli also came over, "You still put the meat?"

Before Zhao Luoyang could speak, Zhao Yuanrang explained to her: "It was a meat in the pancake, and there were so many. Sister chewed me a piece of it, which was very fragrant."

Zhao Xueli pursed her lips and felt it carefully that it was really meat.

After eating good food, I felt a lot more comfortable, and the fatigue on my body also disappeared.

"I haven't had enough food for a long time," Zhao Xuejing looked at Zhao Xueli, "Thanks to Sister Luo."

Zhao Xueyi smiled silly: "It's more fragrant than the wild game we make. I dare not add salt to the pheasant meat, the meat has a salty taste."

Old Mrs. Yang didn't hear this. She was still thinking about what the Song family's cooked cakes were made. They melted in the pot.

This obviously has a meaty smell, so why can’t you see meat residue? This is how wealthy people eat it? It’s really a waste of money.

Zhao Luoyang saw that everyone was eating deliciously and regretted not exchanging a few eggs to beat them in the pot. Once they were mixed, they might not be able to eat them.

However, this is the first time that the whole family will eat the system, which has not aroused anyone's suspicion and is quite satisfactory.

Zhao Xuejing was thinking about the child in Tao's belly and put his porridge into Tao's bowl. Tao hurriedly avoided: "It's enough, it's so thick, I can't eat too much."

"Milk," Zhao Luoyang came to Old Lady Yang, "Take out the cake and divide it into pieces. Everyone has to eat enough in the past two days, otherwise the bandits will not run fast when they come."

Old Mrs. Yang frowned.

Zhao Luoyang continued: "Otherwise, I will take out all the cooked cakes given by the Song family..."

Zhao Luoyang acted to unpack the package, but was indeed pressed by Old Lady Yang.

Looking at the breasts looking reluctant, Zhao Luoyang said, "What is the most important thing now? Can the bran cake in your arms deal with bandits? You can be strong and strong. Look at your father and two uncles, you are so thin that you are about to blow away a gust of wind. Can you still protect us?"

As soon as Zhao Luoyang finished speaking, he saw her breast rolling his eyes.

Can a gust of wind blow away? It's paper-stuffed?

Zhao Luoyang didn't care about this and then said, "Also, the shoes on everyone's feet are not good either. You have to be bad after running a few steps and you have to wear them well."

"Then it is you."

Old Mrs. Yang stared at her granddaughter, but unfortunately her little granddaughter was not afraid at all.

Zhao Luoyang continued: "You can't always think about saving. Isn't Xiang Jie'er sick like this? You can't be too hungry and can't bear it when you should drink water. You can't even drink a sip of water for an afternoon, and this problem needs to be changed."

Old Mrs. Yang said: "I drank it, you didn't watch it."

Zhao Luoyang said: "Everyone has gone to get rid of it, but I didn't see you." In fact, she didn't know whether her grandma went to pick wild vegetables.

Old Mrs. Yang was all focused on "relieving": "Are you still staring at me... Go and have you gone to relieving?"

It is very important to intake of water in the wild. If the intake is lower than the human body's demand, there will be many bad consequences, such as getting heat evil and making people slow to react.

These are all written in that book.

"My grandma," Zhao Luoyang said, "You see, Grandpa Song has always forgotten to drink water. If he is always thirsty, he will become stupid. What if you forget us all at that time?"

"Nonsense," said Old Lady Yang, "Don't believe everything that old man said. In the past, the wife of the Jiao family at the entrance of the village, Hu San's breasts were on the body. She had no food or drink for three days and three nights. Isn't she still fine?" After seeing the matter, she asked her for three cents and asked for a penny.

Zhao Luoyang couldn't argue with her breasts, whether it should be written to the system or whether it should be written to Hu San's breasts.

Now she seems to be on the system and has no position to question the Jiao family’s wife and Hu San’s grandma. What if Hu San’s grandma and Shi Jiu are the same?

Zhao Luoyang remembered Shi Jiu's mind and Shi Jiu immediately felt something. He knew that Zhao Luoyang was thinking about him, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

No matter what, Zhao Luoyang convinced Mrs. Yang, who took out the bran cake and told Zhao Xuejing: "We have the food cooked by Luo Yatou, and give me some of the bran cakes I made to the Ding family and Niu family."

Zhao Xueli and Zhao Xuejing have discussed with the Ding family and Niu family. They will get together tonight, thank you. Now these two families are not far away.

Zhao Xuejing said: "In addition to the Ding family and the Niu family, we also found Blacksmith Wu, but he hasn't replied yet."

Wu Blacksmith's family had five people. After the collapse of the hillside, Wu Blacksmith gave Zhao Luoyang the charm value.

Old Mrs. Yang waved her hand: "Wu Blacksmith can't make a decision at home. They are unhappy and don't force it."

After all, this matter cannot be put on the surface. If the bandits find it strange, everyone will be in danger.

After the three brothers of the Zhao family finished their meal, they gathered together to think about how to deal with it. Ding Maosheng's family has six people, and the one who can resist the bandits is Ding Maosheng and his eldest son. The youngest son of the Ding family is twelve years old and is still half a child, so he can only help his mother.

Niu Blacksmith's family is three. Niu Blacksmith is strong. His son is fourteen years old and can help.

Zhao Xueli instructed Zhao Xueyi to ask his fourth brother to protect the women and children of the three families to leave first at the critical moment. If the bandits catch up, the six of them can withstand it for a while.

As for the remaining relocated people, they can't take care of so many. They have separated from the bandits and yamen with Grandpa Song, which has already bought time and opportunities for everyone. Whether they can seize it depends on the individual.

"Dad," Zhao Luoyang said, "Don't forget Mr. Song. He is only an old family member by his side. This time the bandits knew that the Song family had good things and could not say they would stare at them."

Zhao Xueli nodded, this is indeed a matter.

While his father was talking to his two uncles, Zhao Luoyang moved to the small fire aside and waved to Zhao Yuanrang: "I have to think about something. I will go to find Grandpa Song later. Please help me watch it and don't let others come."

Zhao Yuanrang responded that all the sisters were doing big things, so she had to spend more time.

Zhao Luoyang picked up a wooden stick, dug loose and smoothed the soil in front of the fire, so that the wooden stick could be written on it.

Shi Jiu's voice came from his mind: "Are you ready?"

Zhao Luoyang said: "Start exchange!"
Chapter completed!