On the first day after moving to their new home, the Song family had a lot to do.
Fang Xiaocui didn't stay long and quickly left with Lu Erhu who was unwilling to leave.
Song Xixi learned from Niu Hua'er that the government regarded Chu Sheng's death as an accident. Even if the Chu family did not give up, they would not be able to find the real murderer.
This result was expected by Song Xixi. She said to Niu Hua'er: "The government said it was an accident, so it is an accident. There is no need to mention it again in the future."
My family has nothing to do with the Chu family, so paying too much attention to this matter will easily lead to suspicion.
Niu Hua'er knew this and said hurriedly: "Mom, don't worry, our family won't mention it in the future."
The family worked hard until noon, and finally put everything in order.
The five large rooms have been cleaned cleanly, and a simple stove has been set up in the corner, ready for cooking at any time.
The Song family has a built independent kitchen, and the stove was built a few days ago. This simple stove is for the eight families who live in the Song family.
It wasn't that the Song family was stingy and refused to let these eight families use their own kitchen. It was Zhou Taohua and the others who felt that there were too many people and a small kitchen was not enough, so they offered to separate the fire from the Song family.
They know that the Song family is the owner of the house, and there are many inconveniences in living in the Song family. It would be shameless if they even have to fight for the use of the kitchen.
Except for the fact that the kitchen is not shared, the thirty-eight people in these eight households are divided into two groups, men and women, who live in two large rooms of the Song family respectively, and the other three large rooms are occupied by the fourteen members of the Song family.
This maximizes the living space for the Song family, making it easier for everyone to come in and out.
At first, Song Wufu and others felt it was inappropriate. They all shared the joys and sorrows along the way and took the lead in building a big house for themselves. They were really embarrassed to let nearly forty of them squeeze into two big houses.
It was Zhou Taohua and the others who had already made up their mind, and Song Wufu and others couldn't persuade them, so they didn't force it.
Fortunately, the Song family's house is spacious, and thirty-eight people living in two rooms will not be too crowded. It is much better than the shacks and caves they lived in before.
"Quick, quick, quick, the broth is ready, bring the soup basin quickly!" Zhang Chunlan was busy on the stove, and the fragrant egg drop and shredded pork soup was boiling in the newly purchased large pot.
Song Jin went to town to buy the meat early this morning, and it cost twenty-two pennies a pound of fat meat.
Cut off the lean meat on top and cut it into thin shreds. When the water in the pot boils, roll it into the boiling water and it will be fresh and tender.
The eggs were from the basket sent by Fang Xiaocui, and there were thirty eggs.
This time Zhang Xiaomei was not stingy, she directly took out ten eggs and poured them into a soup bowl, stirred them up, and poured them into the boiling water pot, turning them into attractively colored egg droplets.
"Oil tank, oil tank, the lard is ready, sister Qiuyun, hurry up and get the oil tank!" Yang Cuilian, who was in charge of the simple stove, was also shouting.
In the large pot in front of her, there was half a pot of clear lard, which was exuding a strong aroma of lard. After a while, she would use the lard remaining at the bottom of the pot to make another dish of dried pork and wild vegetables.
Since the last time I tasted Yang Cuilian's cooking, no one has missed this dish.
The lard residue that had been scooped up was crunchy and crispy, making Song Niannian's little ones salivate.
But Xiaomei Zhang kept a close eye on her, so none of them dared to take it, so they kept looking at Song Xixi, urging her to take action quickly.
For my little sister's sake, grandma won't scold them for starving to death and reincarnating themselves.
Being looked at with such trust by the little carrot heads, Song Xixi couldn't bear to let them down, so she took a clean small bowl, scooped out a large spoonful of lard residue in front of Zhang Xiaomei, and handed the small bowl to Zhang Xiaomei.
Song Qingshan.
Zhang Xiaomei's flesh hurt so much that she couldn't stop it. She kept saying, "We're going to eat soon. Just try two pieces each."
As he spoke, he stared at Song Qingshan and the others, cursing them in his heart that they were reincarnations of starving ghosts.
Song Qingshan couldn't care less about this. He immediately hugged the small bowl and said to Song Xixi movedly: "Little sister, you are so kind. Brother's love for you is not in vain!"
Even though the little sister looks cold and indifferent, she still feels a sense of brotherhood towards these brothers and sisters. Look how considerate she is!
Song Xixi called Niuniu Tu Maomao's group of children over and asked Song Qingshan to share the lard residue with them.
Seeing how delicious they were eating, Song Xixi, who had never eaten lard residue before, took a look at it, took a piece from the big bowl and took a bite. Her eyes lit up: the texture was crispy, the flavor lingered on her lips and teeth, and it was quite delicious!
After tasting it, she couldn't stop, and finally she just picked up the big bowl and threw it into her mouth piece by piece.
Zhang Xiaomei was so distressed that she touched her chest. She was so prodigal, so prodigal. How could this girl be so good at making things...
Song Qingshan saw it accidentally. He looked at the bottomed lard residue in the small bowl, and then looked at the big bowl in his little cousin's hand. Suddenly, he felt like he was being fooled. The lard residue in his mouth suddenly didn't taste good.
Already.
Everyone eats this sumptuous meal together at noon.
Not only the delicious shredded pork and egg drop soup, but also the dried pork and wild vegetables that Song Xixi never forgets.
This time there were not so many people sharing it, so she ate several pieces in a row without feeling tired of it. In short, she was very satisfied.
001 took the opportunity to jump out and look for presence: [Host, the ‘Gourmet Bag’ has completed its mission and will be taken back soon. Please empty the food in the ‘Gourmet Bag’ in time.]
Song Xixi was stunned and couldn't eat.
It wasn’t the food she was reluctant to give away for free, it was the [Gourmet Package] that helped her through the most difficult years of escaping, like a silent old friend who gave her a strong sense of security.
Now that my "old friend" is leaving, I feel a little sad.
Through her mental power, Song Xixi discovered that the [Gourmet Bag] contained a lot of delicious food. She wondered: "We have already taken it back, how come we still got so many delicious food?"
001: [This is a gift from this system to the host. Congratulations to the host for moving into a new house and about to start a new life. 】
Song Xixi smiled slightly: "Thank you, 001."
001: [The host’s hard work in completing tasks is the best thank you to this system!]
Song Xixi: "..."
Will you die if you don't push for a day?
Of course 001 will not die, it will still urge the host to complete tasks.
The delicacies in the [Gourmet Bag] could not be finished in an instant, so we discussed it together and temporarily retained the storage and preservation function of the [Gourmet Bag].
But from now on, 001 will no longer provide food and water to Song Xixi.
After dinner, the Song family was not idle. They went to the mountain to cut bamboos to make fences to enclose the open space in front of and behind their house.
Zhou Taohua and others took the initiative to help, and in less than an afternoon, the cut bamboos were piled up into a hill at the door, and finally cut into small sections of the same length.
Several other families in the village saw the Song family building fences, and they also went up the mountain with their machetes.
The bamboo on the mountain is an ownerless thing, and people in several nearby villages can take it at will. If the bamboo shoots grow next year, whoever digs them will own them, so there is no need to worry about quarrels with other villages.
The adults were very busy, while Song Xixi, a group of half-year-old children, came to the river to pick up stones.
This stone is used to strengthen the fence to prevent it from being blown down by strong winds.
Because Songjiaao used a lot of river stones to build one house after another, now there are no more suitable stones to be seen on the nearby river beach.
Song Xixi took the others upstream for a while and saw two women talking not far away.