Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

After a while, Luo Yan entered the room carrying a pot of steaming brown rice porridge.

Just smelling this smell, the stomachs of the brothers and sisters of the Luo family have already started to growl.

Their eyes were fixed on the small pot in Luo Yan's hand, and they kept swallowing.

Even Luo Jiaojiao, who had already eaten in the mall, was the same.

No wonder this body is really lacking in oil and water.

It was precisely because of this that Luo Jiaojiao didn't dare to take out any meat.

One is that they are afraid that a little bit of meat will attract attention this year, and the other is that the bodies of the children of the Luo family will not be able to bear the meat, and if they turn around, it will not be worth the loss.

Luo Yan endured the saliva secreted from her mouth, first she took a rough porcelain bowl with a hole in it and filled a thick bowl of porridge, and placed it in front of Luo Jiaojiao.

"Jiao Jiao eats first."

Luo Jiaojiao looked at the bowl full of brown rice porridge in front of her, and couldn't tell what it was like.

She looked carefully, the bowl of brown rice porridge that Luo Yan served her was scooped close to the bottom.

There are thick and glutinous rice grains inside, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a bowl of rice.

Although the others were envious, none of them refuted.

Luo Jiaojiao poked the thick rice grains in her bowl, and didn't say that everyone would share a share.

After Luo Yan finished serving Luo Jiaojiao, she served the rest of the Luo family one by one, and she was the last one.

She put all the small bag of brown rice in the pot, and everyone can drink a thick bowl.

Although there are no side dishes, everyone is drinking porridge with a sigh.

It's like eating the most delicious thing in the world.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, Liu Xiang and Luo Yan went to wash the dishes.

Luo Jue held her face in her hands, and licked her lips eagerly, "It would be great if I could drink porridge every day, wouldn't that be happier than a god?"

Luo Jiaojiao stretched out her little hand, patted Luo Jue, with a serious face on her little face, "Let's eat white rice and steamed buns every day from now on!"

Luo Hao pampered Luo Jiaojiao's head and said yes with a smile.

Not only Luo Hao, but several Luo family brothers all laughed.

Eating white rice and white flour steamed buns every day, even the officials and lords in the city cannot live such a good life.

Let alone them.

Luo Yan came back after washing the dishes, frowning and said.

"Now the weather is getting colder and colder, and the firewood at home is not enough. We have to chop more firewood before it's too cold."

Luo Hao nodded, "That's right."

He got up and looked at the sky.

The sky outside the window was just right, and the sun had not yet set, so it was a good time to go up the mountain to collect firewood.

Luo Hao is the biggest in the entire Luo family, so he decided to go up the mountain.

"What about Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi?" Liu Xiang frowned and said.

Xiao Liu was talking about Luo Zhe, and Xiao Qi was talking about Luo Jiaojiao.

"Let's take them up the mountain together, we can't leave them in the house."

Luo Hao nodded in agreement.

Not afraid of [-], just in case, their family has many children, staring at

Seeing Luo Hao opened his mouth, Liu Xiang didn't say anything more.

Luo Hao is not only the eldest brother of the Luo family, but also her husband-in-law.

Although it was just a simple kowtow to the world, how can there be more particularity in this scene?

Luo Jiaojiao was held in Luo Hao's arms, and the eight members of the Luo family set off towards the mountain.

This is a good time to choose, the sun is not too big.

What they can think of, others can naturally think of.

There was not much firewood to be seen on the entire mountain, and only a few firewoods were found after searching for half an hour.

It looks like someone picked it up and dropped it from behind the buttocks.

Everyone frowned.

"Brother, there is no firewood at the foot of the mountain. If you go further in, you will be deep in the mountain, and you may encounter wild animals." Luo Jue said worriedly.

"I heard that the third uncle of the Liu family and the second uncle of the Zhang family went into the mountain two days ago, and they haven't come out until today. They must have been eaten by Xiong Xiazi."

Everyone was silent.

At this moment, Luo Jiaojiao stretched out her small hand and pulled Luo Hao's clothes.

"Brother, I want to go home, I'm cold."

Luo Jiaojiao suddenly remembered that in her supermarket there was a store specializing in field equipment, which had a stove for warming the fire, and a whole side of firewood and coal for the sake of looking good.

It should be enough for a whole winter.

Hearing this, Luo Yan took off his thin coat and put it on Luo Jiaojiao.

Luo Jiaojiao reached out and touched Luo Yan's white shirt, not to mention cotton wool inside, not even a layer of willow catkins.

In the entire Luo family, Luo Jiaojiao was the only one wearing a slightly thicker dress. It was made of two layers of linen, but it wasn't too thick.

Luo Yan stretched out his hand and pulled the blouse that was draped over Luo Jiaojiao's body, and said softly, "Jiaojiao bear with it, and we will go home after finding firewood for half an hour."

Luo Jiaojiao nodded obediently.

With a slight movement of the little hand, where no one noticed, a chicken appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.

Luo Yuan's eyes lit up, and he rushed towards the old hen, instantly pressing the old hen under him.

He said with bright eyes, "Brother, brother, I caught it, I caught it!"

Luo Yan stepped forward quickly, suppressing his excitement.

Stretching his hand under Luo Yuan's body, he precisely found the old hen's neck, and then twisted it off forcefully.

This was a sigh of relief.

If the rooster crows and alarms other people, they won't have their share.

It was also a coincidence that there was no firewood or wild vegetables in the area where they were, and the other villagers did not go this way.

Didn't meet anyone else.

The Luo family suppressed their excitement, and stuffed the chicken into Luo Jiaojiao's arms passionately.

Luo Jiaojiao: ...

The main reason was that there were only two or three matches in the basket, and the wild vegetables and weeds on the side of the mountain had been completely emptied.

There is nothing to cover it in the basket.

So I can only let Luo Jiaojiao hold it.

Luo Jiaojiao hugged the old hen in her arms, nestling obediently in Luo Hao's arms, wearing Luo Yan's outer shirt to cover the old hen tightly.

Luo Hao swallowed, holding back the excitement in his heart, "Go home!"

Everyone seemed to have the taste of delicious chicken soup in their mouths, and they swallowed uncontrollably.

"go home!"

"go home!!"

On the way down the mountain, I also met three or two villagers from the same village.

"Going back so soon, boy from the Luo family?" It was Uncle Thirteen from Taohua Village who spoke.

"There is no more firewood or food on the mountain. Uncle Thirteen, don't make this trip in vain," Luo Yan said.

Uncle Thirteen nodded, "I know, I'm here to find you."

"What's the matter, Uncle Thirteen?"

"I heard that Mrs. Xu from Qiaotou went to your house in the morning? If you really have nothing to eat, come to me. You can't do such a heartless thing."

What Uncle Thirteen said about the conscienceless thing is to sell the family members as vegetables, and they all know it.

Luo Hao pushed Luo Jiaojiao in his arms up. "Uncle Thirteen, we know that we will die together, and we won't be a vegetable seller."

Uncle Thirteen nodded in relief, and took out a tightly tied small cloth bag from his pocket and handed it to Luo Hao.

Luo Hao couldn't speak even though it was stuffed in, so he turned around and went down the mountain.