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

Luo Hao called Thirteenth Uncle twice, but Thirteenth Uncle didn't return his head.

"Go home, Luo family boys."

Luo Hao took his younger brothers and sisters home and opened the small cloth bag given by Uncle Shisan.

The cloth bag is not big, about the size of half a palm.

Open it up and it's full of soybeans.

"No one is having a good time these days, it's hard for Uncle Thirteen to still think of us."

Luo Hao sighed.

Only then did he realize that he was still holding Luo Jiaojiao, and quickly put her down.

As soon as it landed, Luo Jiaojiao threw the old hen in her arms on the table in disgust.

I smell like chicken.

Luo Yuan locked the dilapidated wooden door almost as soon as he entered.

Everyone gathered around the wooden table and looked at the dead old hen, as if they were looking at some rare treasure.

"How do we eat this?" Luo Yuan asked while drooling.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

There is almost no firewood at home. How can we not use firewood for cooking water and heating?

Luo Yuan took out a few sticks of firewood from the pannier and put them on the table.

"That's all there is to it."

Liu Xiang sighed, "Where is this enough to make a meal?"

Luo Jiaojiao thumped her calves and crawled to the bottom of the kang.

Then use a small hand to pull the firewood that is almost the same size and push it out.

After a while, there was a pile of firewood in front of everyone, which could last them ten days and half a month.

Luo Jiaojiao pushed all the firewood out from under the kang, and then crawled out panting.

Everyone froze for a moment, Luo Yuan even rubbed his eyes, he couldn't believe what he saw.

"This... what is this?"

Six-year-old Luo Zhe said, "This is firewood."

Luo Hao lifted Luo Jiaojiao up from the ground, and the two looked at each other.

"Jiaojiao, where did this come from?"

Luo Jiaojiao looked serious, "Daddy, Mommy gave it to me."

"How do you know where it is?"

"I just know it."

Luo Jiaojiao didn't feel any embarrassment at all, her current body is only three and a half years old, she is a child.

Children are of course privileged.

Luo Yuan wiped the saliva from his mouth indiscriminately, and said, "My father and mother love Xiao Qi the most."

"Now that we have firewood, we won't freeze to death in winter."

Hearing this, Luo Hao reached out and rubbed Luo Jiaojiao's hair, so he simply didn't ask where these things came from.

After all, it's a good thing.

Luo Hao took a few big ones and neatly stacked the firewood blocks on the ground against the wall.

Why not put it in the kitchen?Their kitchen is open air.

If someone sees it, there is no guarantee that it will not be snatched away.

Winter is coming soon, and these firewood, like food, can save lives.

There is no firewood on the mountain now, unless you are desperate and go to the deep mountains to find it.

Luo Jiaojiao is also considering the issue of spending the winter, she has to find a way to go to the town to see if there is any way to make some money.

At this time, money is certainly not as expensive as food.

But they had to go through a clear path before they could come up with money or food, and invite someone to simply repair this leaky house.

The book briefly mentions that the Luo family is an outsider, and their home is separated by a small bridge from other people in the village.

The aborigines in Taohua Village generally live at the head of the bridge, and only their family lives at the end of the bridge.

I don't worry about the smell of the stewed chicken attracting the attention of others, as long as the door is closed firmly.

Luo Yan worked very quickly, reported some firewood and went to the kitchen.

With a smile on her face, Liu Xiang carried the chicken over to help.

Boil water, scald chicken feathers, and pluck chicken feathers.

After a while, there was an unpleasant smell of scalding chicken feathers in the air.

Except for Luo Jiaojiao, no one in the Luo family felt the smell was bad, and they all sniffed their noses constantly.

It's as if what they smell is delicious chicken soup just out of the oven.

Luo Jiaojiao ran to the kitchen outside on her short legs.

As soon as Luo Yan saw Luo Jiaojiao coming, she pulled out a small bench from behind the stove and let Luo Jiaojiao sit on it to warm up.

Luo Jiaojiao was actually not cold, but she still stretched out her small hands and put them by the stove to warm them up.

She really felt that the Luo family really loved Luo Jiaojiao at the top of their hearts.

Only her clothes at home are made of double-layer cloth, and the rest are made of single-face cloth.

Even when they ate, they followed her closely.

This feeling of being loved on the tip of her heart was something she had never imagined.

Luo Jiaojiao didn't hate this feeling, but enjoyed it very much.

Luo Yan quickly blanched the water, and then threw the whole chicken into the water to stew.

The slow-cooked chicken soup was bubbling and bubbling, and the fragrance kept drilling into the noses of the Luo family.

Everyone was so greedy that they looked outside frequently.

There is no such thing as ginger and onion at home, just sprinkle a little salt on the chicken, and the whole pot of chicken soup is ready.

"After thinking about it, let's cook chicken soup. Everyone can taste more chicken, and we can add some water to drink again tomorrow."

While talking, Luo Yan served Luo Jiaojiao a bowl of soup, and put a big chicken leg in the soup.

"Jiao Jiao is still young, Jiao Jiao eats chicken legs."

Luo Jiaojiao stretched out her pitifully thin little hand, pulled the soup bowl in front of her, and took a big bite of the stewed chicken.

Everyone snorted and drank the hot and painful chicken soup, even if there was nothing in the pot of chicken soup, just sprinkled with a little salt, everyone thought it was delicious!

Luo Zhe touched his belly and said with emotion, "Azhe is the happiest child in the world now."

The whole Luo family laughed.

Luo Jiaojiao took a big sip of the hot chicken soup, she thought it was the best chicken soup she had ever had.

Although she only got along with these people of the Luo family for less than a day, she really liked them very much.

They made her really feel like family.

Luo Jiaojiao took another gulp of chicken soup, she would never let what happened in the original plot happen.

They pampered her, so she will take good care of them.

After dinner, Luo Yan and Liu Xiang went to wash the dishes.

The rest of the boys remade the bed together.

There is only one long earth kang in the Luo family's earthen house, and the whole family sleeps on one bed.

Luo Jiaojiao sleeps between Luo Yan and Liu Xiang.

at night,

The house is leaking everywhere, the temperature is low at night, and the outside wind blows in.

Even with eight people crowded together, everyone still trembled uncontrollably.

Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, Luo Jiaojiao found a few presbyopic quilts from the supermarket and spread them on them.

Even though the quilt was very old-fashioned in Luo Jiaojiao's eyes, it still seemed out of place compared with this dilapidated home.

After covering with new quilts, the few people no longer trembled and slept more soundly.

On the other hand, Luo Jiaojiao entered Shangchao with a thought.