Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

Jiang asked Song Jixiang to sit on a small stool and add firewood.

I killed the chicken and plucked its feathers with my own hands and feet.

Then he put them in water, skimmed off the blood foam floating on the surface, and washed them with clean water. He quickly cleaned the two chickens.

She had no doubt that her daughter could hunt pheasants.

Because when the girl was younger, she had hunted rabbits when she went up the mountain with her father Song Jiaming, so it was nothing surprising that she hunted pheasants now.

Unfortunately, at that time, I didn’t even have a sip of soup!

Jiang, who originally planned to cook only half a chicken, made up her mind and threw the other half into the pot.

As for the other pheasant, she couldn't bear to eat it, so she pickled it with salt, put it in a basket, and hung it on the beam.

The pheasant is not very big, but its meat is delicious.

I just dug up some mushrooms, so I made a pot of mushroom chicken soup.

Soon, the aroma of chicken soup filled the whole house.

Song Jixiang's saliva was almost uncontrollable and flowed out from the corners of her mouth. She swallowed and asked, "Mom, how long do we have to wait?"

In fact, Jiang, who was standing by the stove, was not having an easy time either.

It has been a long time since this family has seen meat.

Song Xiaoqi, who was always slow to react to things in the outside world, also ran into the kitchen at this time.

She kept shouting, "Mom, mom, sister, sister..." These words over and over again.

A pair of big watery eyes, just like a puppy waiting to be fed.

Song Jixiang chuckled.

He pulled him over, held him in his arms, and stuffed a wild fruit into his mouth, "Little greedy cat, eat this first."

The fruits in the mountains are small, juicy, and slightly sour, which is very appetizing.

Soon the three of them sat around the table.

Each of them held a big bowl, took a bite of black flour steamed bun, sipped chicken soup, and started to eat happily.

The delicious mushrooms and chicken are perfectly combined, and the fragrance is so fragrant that it can make you swallow your tongue.

The three of them didn't bother to talk at all. They concentrated on eating the food in their bowls, as if they were eating the most delicious delicacy in the world!

Seeing that Jiang was reluctant to eat the meat, Song Jixiang picked up a chicken leg with chopsticks and stuffed it directly into Jiang's mouth.

It's really a dilemma between eating and not eating.

Finally, she chewed the chicken leg silently, her eyes feeling a little hot. Jiang quickly lowered her eyes, scooped up the hot soup, and let the hot steam fill her eyes.

Song Jixiang lowered his head and pretended not to see this scene.

The mother and her two children were extremely satisfied with the meal.

This was also the first full meal Song Jixiang had eaten since he came to this ancient time.

People tend to feel sleepy after eating and drinking enough.

Jiang poured the hot water in the kitchen into a basin and asked Song Jixiang to take Song Xiaoqi to wash up, while she was busy cleaning up the pots and pans.

By the time everything was done, it was completely dark.

Jiang and Song Xiaoqi lived in the largest main house, which had a small partition and a washroom. It was much larger than the house they lived in at the Song family.

After spreading the bedding, Jiang carried Song Xiaoqi to the bed. The little guy might have been happy with the meal, but he smacked his lips a few times and soon fell asleep.

The little one is so cute!

Song Jixiang couldn't help it and kissed him on the little face.

In the end times, the birth rate is very low. Children are the wealth of the base and the hope for the future!

Therefore, she was even more angry at the way the Song family treated their children.

It was still early, and Jiang took out the unfinished embroidery work and threaded the needle with a focused look.

But her mouth was not idle, as she had a lot of things to say to her daughter that day.

"Six girls..."

Song Jixiang felt a headache when she heard this opening remark, mainly because the impression she had on that day was too deep, which made her have some conditioned reflexes.

"Mom, you should just call me Jixiang. That's the name my grandfather gave me."

Fearing that Jiang was overthinking, she added, "The name Liu Ya always reminds me of being ordered around by them in the Song family."

At first, Jiang thought it was just a name, so he didn't change it deliberately and just called it according to his previous habit.

Now when I heard my daughter say this, I immediately recalled those bad memories.

It turned out that the Song family had hurt her daughter's heart so badly.

So, she nodded very straightforwardly: "Okay, mother will remember it. From now on, mother will call you Jixiang, which means auspicious and wishful!"

Jiang smoothed the hair on her forehead and said, "Jixiang, mother always feels that this place is very creepy. Do you think there will be..."

"What? Mom, are you afraid that our yard is next to the mountain behind and some wild beasts will come down the mountain to eat us?" If there really were wild beasts coming down the mountain, that would be exactly what she wanted. She wouldn't even have to go up the mountain and could eat meat. It was a wonderful thought!

Patting his chest, he promised: "I will make sure they never come back!"

Jiang slapped her little hand away and said, "You are a girl, how can you do such a thing? Put it down quickly."

"Mom is saying, well..."

Song Jixiang was almost driven to death by her. He scratched his head and met Jiang's frightened eyes. He understood immediately and laughed.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" He said this with a ferocious look and stuck out his long tongue.

Jiang immediately understood what Pia meant.

He raised his hand and wanted to slap the naughty kid back into his stomach.

But he couldn't bear to do it, so he put it on Song Jixiang's head and patted it gently, "You,"

Song Jixiang stopped teasing Jiang and said seriously, "What's there to be afraid of? Who doesn't have someone else?"

What? ? ?

Jiang was a little confused. What was her daughter saying?

Why doesn't she understand!

Facing Jiang, Song Jixiang decided to continue the lie she had woven.

"Mom, do you remember the day when that old woman wanted to beat me up? Why couldn't she get close to me?"

"And why was Chen Cuihua struck by lightning when she threw dirty water at my house?"

? ? ? ! ! !

Jiang had thought about all these, but she didn't dwell on them too much. After all, her daughter didn't suffer any loss.

Now thinking about it, it seems a bit irrational and many things don't make sense.

"Could it be..."

Pointed to the ground.

Song Jixiang was about to burst out laughing, but his face remained serious. He blinked at her and said, "As you wish, that's it."

hiss--

Jiang's eyes opened wide, and she was distracted for a moment, when her hand was pricked by the embroidery needle.

"Girl, are you serious? Turns out, it's all true."

"Your grandfather was a good man!"

The grandfather who was awarded the good guy card: Haha.

After saying this, she seemed to remember something, threw the embroidery on the bed, straightened her hair and clothes, knelt on the ground with a plop, and bowed to the empty air, muttering to herself: "Dad, Dad, thank you for protecting Jixiang and Xiaoqi from your spirit in heaven. In the future, every New Year and festival... we will never forget your kindness..."

Finally, he pulled Song Jixiang over, forced her to kneel on the ground, and made her bow to the air.

The instigator is Jixiang, I am very speechless.

Well, respecting our ancestors is something each of us should do!

After hearing what Song Jixiang said, Jiang's whole spirit and energy became different.

She was still sighing, "Jixiang, you didn't lie to me, your grandfather really is an official down there! Tsk tsk, your grandfather is well-educated, it's normal for him to be an official! There are officials in our family too!..."

"Mom is not afraid of anything now. We will be better and better in the future. We are blessed by our ancestors..."

Song Jixiang's mouth twitched as he listened to her mother's Jiangshi Jiangyu.

I had to raise my hand to cover my mouth and yawn hard.

Jiang picked up the embroidery frame and waved at her, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, children won't grow tall if they don't get enough sleep!"

Song Jixiang wanted to roll her eyes. Who was the one who kept talking to her?

Humph,

It turns out that this is what my mother was like when she left the Song family!

Compared to the end of the world where things were scarce and mutant creatures were everywhere, this leaky home with nothing in it brought Song Jixiang the long-lost peace of mind and tranquility.

This feels pretty good!