The Fiery Era: Starting from Longxugou

"Zhong, you roll out the dough. You're always the most diligent when there's meat to eat!"

Liu Guiying smiled and patted her little girl's head.

Zhao Xiaoyue chuckled and picked up the bowl of sweet potato soup, drinking it in large gulps.

"The chives at home are almost ready to eat. We've been growing vegetables for so many years, let's taste the first batch of chives. Tomorrow, cut some to put in the filling!"

Seeing his little girl's greedy look, Zhao Youtian asked his wife to cut some chives.

"We already have meat, why would we need chives? Qingming Festival is coming soon, we're just waiting to sell this batch of chives to make money!"

We have plenty of vegetables at home—green onions, scallions, garlic sprouts, cilantro, cabbage, what don't we have? If you want chives, you might as well buy more meat!

Hearing her husband's words, Liu Guiying was a little unhappy. The first batch of chives around Qingming Festival was more expensive than meat. A handful of them could be exchanged for a lot of meat. Eating chives at this time was too wasteful.

"Yes, boss! Let's cut more meat! We can save the chives to sell!"

Zhao Xiaoyue strongly agreed with her mother's words. She had picked chives in the field before, and they were pungent and spicy, not as good as meat.

"My sister's right, big brother, let's buy more meat!"

Zhao Shijie agreed with this statement.

"Boss, what's your opinion?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Guiying asked about her eldest son.

"Auntie, let's keep the chives to sell! I ate a few chives the day before yesterday, and they weren't very good. I really want to eat more. Let's eat our fill after we sell the first batch!"

Zhao Shi'an shook his head and refused. There were chives in the space, and with the spatial flow speed of ten times, he had already harvested several batches.

I arrived in this era last Tuesday, and today is Wednesday; ninety days have passed in this space.

Most of the fruits and vegetables I planted in the space are now ready to eat, and even the seeds for the bok choy have been harvested.

With these thoughts in mind, Zhao Shi'an planned to go into the space tonight or tomorrow noon to learn more about the quality of the vegetables produced there, so that he could adjust his breeding direction accordingly.

"Okay, then I won't put chives in."

Upon hearing this, Liu Guiying made the final decision immediately.

Zhao Xiaoyue and Zhao Shijie were very happy to hear this. In their opinion, not eating chives would allow them to eat more meat.

Seeing his younger siblings' happiness, Zhao Shi'an didn't want to spoil the mood and expose their joy.

Seeing this, Zhao Youtian didn't say anything more and continued to drink happily with his younger brother.

Zhao Shi'an poured wine for the two of them from time to time. After dinner, the family went to bed early to rest.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Shi'an wanted to go directly to the space, but found that his younger brother was holding him tightly, so he had no choice but to give up.

The next day at noon, Zhao Shi'an returned from school and smelled the aroma of meat before even entering the courtyard. He was quite surprised to see that the aroma had traveled so far. Even in modern times, meat doesn't have such a strong smell. How come the aroma of dumplings can travel so far in this era?

"Big brother, come home and eat, Mom has cooked some steamed buns."

At the entrance of the main house, Zhao Xiaoyue and Zhao Shijie were looking longingly at the entrance of the courtyard. When they saw their older brother appear, they immediately shouted.

"You're here. Why didn't you wait for me this time?"

Zhao Shi'an strode to the door, reached out and pinched his little sister's cheek, teasing her.

"Hehe! Big brother, I'll roll out the dough for Mom!"

Zhao Xiaoyue rolled her eyes and gave a perfectly legitimate reason.

"She really rolled out the dough? Xiaoyue is getting better and better!"

Zhao Shi'an smiled and praised the little guy, not exposing his thoughts. People in this era are very attached to food, let alone children. They are naturally reluctant to leave when there is something delicious to eat.

The younger siblings are all eagerly waiting for dinner!

"Big brother, I'm amazing!"

Zhao Xiaoyue proudly raised her little head.

"Big brother, wash your hands!"

Zhao Shijie poured hot water and told his older brother to wash his hands.

"Hey, here it comes!"

As Zhao Shi'an spoke, he began to wash his hands, and then washed his younger sister and brother as well.

While washing my hands at the door, I glanced at the yard. Apart from Uncle Tian, ​​who was still weaving winnowing baskets, all the children were at home, not even my little cousins.

Usually, these little guys are reluctant to go home when it's time to eat.

At this moment, however, he is staying at home obediently, which is obviously because his family has given him serious instructions.

Returning to his senses, Zhao Shi'an washed his hands and went home.

"Boss, you're back! Hurry up and eat some steamed buns! We made a lot today, there's more in the pot if it's not enough!"

Liu Guiying called her eldest son to eat, pushing a bowl overflowing with dumplings towards him.

"Mom, you eat too!"

Zhao Shi'an looked at the overflowing dumplings in his bowl, and then at the mostly half-full bowls of dumplings in his younger brother and sister's bowls.

The dumplings didn't have much filling; they just had a small bulge in the middle, making them look like they had more filling than modern wontons.

Considering that there was only one pound of meat, most of which was used to render oil, the actual meat was probably less than half a pound. With various vegetables added, it was estimated that two or three pounds of filling could be made. People in this era generally had big appetites, so this much filling could easily make one or two hundred dumplings.

He's 16 this year, the age when a boy can eat his father out of house and home. If he really eats as much as he wants, these dumplings are only enough for him.

"You eat yours, I have some!"

As Liu Guiying spoke, she waved her hand, seemingly feeling that it wasn't quite right that there were only a few dumplings in the bowl, and added:

"I ate quite a bit while it was cooking, you guys eat yours!"

Zhao Shi'an didn't try to persuade her further. Most mothers are like that; they always save the best food for their children.

All he could do was wait for the royalties to arrive, then buy a few more pounds of meat so his parents could eat more.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaoyue and Zhao Shijie rushed to the table and sat down, their eyes lingering on the steamed buns in their bowls.

"Eat up! But don't burn yourself!"

Seeing her youngest son and daughter looking so hungry, Liu Guiying gave them a few words of advice.

"Okay! Got it!"

Upon hearing their mother's words, Zhao Xiaoyue and Zhao Shijie immediately picked up their chopsticks and started eating, their words somewhat mumbled!

Zhao Shi'an picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth. The taste was surprisingly good. Although there was little meat, there was plenty of vegetables and a lot of rendered oil residue, which smelled delicious.

Feeling the craving emanating from his body, he knew it was a sign of long-term lack of oil and nutrients.

This feeling is like someone who has been dieting by controlling oil and sugar intake for over a month, and then passing by a fried chicken stall, the craving is even stronger.

"You guys eat at home, I'll go and bring some to your aunt and Aunt Tian!"

As Liu Guiying spoke, she picked up a bowl of steamed buns that were overflowing and walked into her sister-in-law's house in the east wing.

"Cuilan, are you home?"

"aunt!"

Zhao Xiaole and Zhao Shixiong were absentmindedly munching on cornbread at home, their minds already wandering to their aunt's house. Now, hearing their aunt's voice, smelling the aroma of dumplings, and seeing the dumplings in her bowl, their eyes lit up and they immediately called out for help.

"Sister-in-law, you're here!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Cuilan quickly got up to greet her.

"Hey! Xiao Le, Shi Xiong, you're such good boys! Try some of the steamed buns your auntie made, do you like them? Shi Xiong, go get a bowl!"

Liu Guiying then told her nephew to get a bowl.

"Why!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shixiong immediately ran to get a bowl.

"Sister-in-law, take this home and eat it! Shi'an, writing articles takes a lot of brainpower, you need to replenish your energy!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Cuilan defered in humility.

"There's enough at home! This is for Xiao Le and Shi Xiong! Don't say anything more."

"That won't do!"

After much polite politeness, Sun Cuilan and Liu Guiying, the two sisters-in-law, finally accepted the dumplings.

After seeing her sister-in-law off, Sun Cuilan took out an empty bowl, scooped a few dumplings into it, and then put it in the cupboard. These were for the husband.

After doing all this, she spoke to her children:

"Alright, eat up!"

Upon hearing their mother's words, Zhao Xiaole and Zhao Shixiong couldn't wait to start eating.

Liu Guiying took an empty bowl home, and then picked up a relatively flat bowl of dumplings and went to Tian Fusheng's house in the west wing.

After delivering the dumplings and saving some for her husband, Liu Guiying finally sat down to eat.

Zhao Shi'an understood his mother's actions very well. In this era, there was a strong sense of human relationships. When the family cooked something delicious, neighbors who had a good relationship would share it with each other. This not only strengthened their relationship but also allowed the children to satisfy their cravings. That's how affection was built up little by little.