Zhang Ran refused again and again, and after all, he still couldn't resist the enthusiasm of Sankui's family. In the end, not only was Sankui's mother forced her to stay at Sankui's house for a bowl of corn, but when she left, she was forced to stuff most of the pottery jar of corn.

When Zhang Ran returned home with half a can of corn in his arms, it was already half an hour later. Through the gap between the dilapidated gate, Zhang Ran could clearly see the flashing fire in his yard...

When he opened the yard gate, Zhang Ran saw a small person squatting there in front of the fire pit in the yard, adding firewood to the stove.

The mother Zhang Li was standing next to the fire with a long wooden spoon, slowly stirring in the clay pot. Her eyes swept across the door from time to time, and a trace of worry seemed to appear between her eyebrows...

"Ah Mother, Sui'er! I'm back!"

Zhang Ran took a deep breath, shouted loudly at the mother and daughter in the yard, and then stepped towards the fire pit...

"Brother, brother! Brother is back!" A crisp shout came from the yard, and then a little girl in old linen clothes dropped the wooden stick in her hand and stood up with excitement on her face. Under the light of the fire, her bright big eyes were filled with surprise.

"Mother, this is the corn that Uncle Zhang Meng asked me to bring back. He said that I would make some porridge to nourish my body. I wanted to refuse, but I refused but I had to take it back."

Zhang Ran said as he walked to his mother and handed the clay pot in his hand to his mother.

"Well, since it was given by your Uncle Zhang, let's accept it. Ran'er, remember, we owe you Uncle Zhang too much kindness, and my mother will definitely not be able to pay it back, but my son will have a promising future, so we must find a way to pay it back!"

Zhang Li took the clay pot from Zhang Ran and gently placed it aside. Then, he took the bowls and chopsticks, scooped out a bowl of milky white fish soup from the jar with a wooden spoon, and handed it to Zhang Ran.

"Okay, my mother! I've recorded it all!"

"Hiss, it smells so good!"

Zhang Ran couldn't wait to take the pottery bowl from his mother's hand, sniffed it gently, then picked up the chopsticks, and ate it voraciously.

The meat of wild crucian carp is fine and is very suitable for stewing soup. After half an hour of cooking, it tastes extremely delicious and easily arouses Zhang Ran's appetite.

I ate three big bowls of meat and soup in a row, until I felt that I could no longer eat it, so I stopped the chopsticks and hugged my stomach.

While Zhang Ran was cheering, his sister Sui'er and her mother also picked up the dishes and started eating.

Because there were a lot of fish caught this morning, enough for about ten kilograms, so many fish were enough for Zhang Ran’s family to let go and eat it.

So, today's dinner, the mother and son were very comfortable. Even Zhang Li ate more than ten pieces of fish and drank two big bowls of fish soup.

Soon, eight or nine fish, a large jar of fish soup, entered the stomachs of the three of them, and even the last little fish soup was drunk by Sui'er.

It was not until the family of three were full and filled up the dishes that Zhang Ran suddenly slapped his forehead and screamed: "Oh, the crabs forgot to steam!"

Seeing this, Zhang Li couldn't help but laugh, then shook his head, and said with a smile: "You're full, is this useful? I think those crabs should be kept for tomorrow morning!"

"That's all!"

Zhang Ran nodded a little depressedly, unable to eat crabs, especially unable to eat a few crabs in front of her sister Sui'er. Zhang Ran was a little unhappy...

Seeing that Zhang Ran seemed to have lost dozens of dollars, Zhang Sui'er couldn't help but roll her eyes, and said with disdain on her face: "Hmph! What's the good thing about crabs? It's the most delicious fish..."

"You..." Zhang Ran widened his eyes and looked at his sister in annoyance, feeling that his breathing was a little rapid...

But he, a big man, could not really have been scheming with a little girl. He worked hard for a long time and didn't say a word. He had to shake his sleeves and throw away his words: "I'm full, I'll go to bed!"

Then, he ran back to his house in shame.

In ancient times, there was extremely lack of entertainment activities, and I had to go to the field to work tomorrow, so after dinner, the family of three simply cleaned up, put out the bonfire, and went back to the house to rest.

No words all night.

Early the next morning, Zhang Ran got up early, stepped on the morning light, followed the path to the river, and pulled out the fish baskets placed in the river yesterday.

Then, pour the fish and shrimps caught last night into the smaller one, and then wait until the water is drained, then carry the fish basket and return home.

When he got home, his mother was making breakfast in the kitchen. Zhang Ran placed the fish basket in the corner of the kitchen. He walked to his mother, opened the clay pot curiously and looked at it. He was surprised to find that the clay pot was the corn that he had taken back from Sankui's house yesterday.

A full half of the jar of millet porridge was filled with some chopped pieces of fish. It smelled fragrant and made people's index fingers stimulating.

"I finally don't have to eat bean soup anymore! What kind of sweet bean soup is not a bit sweet. I hate boiled soybeans in water!"

Zhang Ran complained a few words in his heart in anger, and even he himself did not expect that one day, it would be so touching to be able to eat a meat porridge.

The meat meat (meat porridge) made by my mother not only smells very fragrant, but also tastes very good.

Although the porridge is only filled with some fish, it does not taste much fishy smell, but is filled with the aroma of rice porridge.

After eating two large bowls of meat, Zhang Ran was so energetic that he went to the fields to work with his mother and sister, carrying a hoe and a basket.

After two days of hard work, Zhang Ran's family's ten acres of irrigation fields on the west bank of Qingshui River have almost been cleared. The remaining less than three acres of land is no longer a big deal for Zhang Ran, who is already familiar with weeding work and has gradually mastered weeding skills.

The only thing that made Zhang Ran feel dissatisfied was that the guy in his hand was too difficult to use. This kind of backward stone hoe that should have been eliminated long ago was too difficult to draft. Every time Zhang Ran waved his hoe, he had to use a lot of effort to remove the weeds in the field. It didn't feel like weeding, but more like swinging an iron hammer...
Chapter completed!