Aunt Sun left, but she was not at ease. She was so angry that she stared at her eyes because of pain before her death.

The doctor rushed into the room and quickly took her pulse. After a while, he sighed and shook his head: "It's too late, it's too late."

"Grandma, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Although Guo Yueluo was young, he knew that death means that he would never see this person. For a moment, the beautiful little girl cried into tears.

Seven days later, Aunt Sun was officially buried and buried in the back mountain of their house.

Aunt Sun died, and Ma Wu, a big man, could not take care of his granddaughter, so he was taken back by his daughter and son-in-law. Not long after, Ma Wu moved to his daughter and helped them kill pigs and sell meat together.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohong and Wang Chong lost their help, and their lives became more and more difficult. His father Wang Dayong bets outside every day, but when he really had no money, he went to steal.

Wang Chong had already murderous intentions towards Wang Dayong.

It’s a pity that I am too young now. Even if I give him a kitchen knife while Wang Dayong is sleeping, I’m afraid I can’t cut him. If I wake him up, it will be troublesome.

At the age of four, Wang Chong found that he could finally walk around freely. In order to fill his stomach, when Zhang Xiaohong was doing farm work, he ran to the bottom of the tree to dig loaches and then looked for tree insects in the holes.

This insect is very fat and pure white. Although it looks disgusting, it is rich in protein. Fry it in oil and can make the children in the village cry.

Of course, their family is too poor and they can't afford to buy oil, so Wang Chong planned to just boil it in boiling water.

"Xiaoyu, what are you doing?"

After finishing the farm work, Zhang Xiaohong saw that Wang Chong had been sitting on the ground for a long time and was very curious.

"Mom, look."

Wang Chong struggled to hold the dustpan in his hand, and saw that it was full of insects and loaches.

"Oh, why are you playing with these bugs?" Zhang Xiaohong snatched the bugs from Wang Chong's hand and scolded him.

"We eat wild vegetables and tree roots every day, but they are not nutritious." Wang Chong argued with reason.

Zhang Xiaohong was originally scolding her fiercely, but after hearing what Wang Chong said, she couldn't help feeling sad because they had eaten poorly and her son wanted to eat insects. She sighed, "But eating this will make your stomach hurt."

"I promise not."

"How do you know, you kid?"

"Because I've eaten it." Wang Chong explained casually: "I fainted from hunger last night. Later, I saw the bugs crawling under the bed and ate it. I didn't expect it to be very hungry. Mom, let's try it. I've dug so many."

"Take it back."

Zhang Xiaohong sighed. After Wang Chong returned home, he began to take the initiative to boil water and prepare to cook wild vegetable soup for insects. Seeing Wang Chong's busy appearance, Zhang Xiaohong couldn't help but feel warm.

Although her husband is not a thing, fortunately, God gave her such a sensible son.

While Wang Chong was burning the fire, Zhang Xiaohong looked at the rice jar, and only a handful of rice was left. He sighed and it seemed that he was going to buy rice again tomorrow.

Fortunately, she has saved thirty copper plates these days, enough to buy a small bag of rice.

After washing the rice, Zhang Xiaohong started cooking porridge like before. She put a lot of water in the porridge she cooked. This is because they have to eat this handful of rice for a day. If there is less water, the porridge will be finished quickly.

At this time, a scent came from the room. She turned her head suspiciously and saw that the pot that Wang Chong cooked smelled fragrant.

"Mom, see how the soup is." Because Wang Chong is short, he can't see the stove.

"Um."

Zhang Xiaohong lifted the lid of the pot and saw insects floating on the leaves of the wild vegetable. The insects were boiled in water, so their bodies were swollen and fat.

"Spray some salt." Wang Chong looked at the salt on the stove. Zhang Xiaohong had changed the handful of salt for three days.

Salt is very important to them. Usually Zhang Xiaohong only adds a little salt for three days, but today her son said it, and she couldn't bear to refuse.

So I sprinkled a little salt and put the soup out a little.

Wang Chong took a sip and the taste became a little light, but the insects tasted very delicious, which was a bit disgusting.

"Forget it, just eat."

Wang Chong picked up a bug and bit it. The juice was sprayed everywhere. After chewing it for a few seconds, a bug swallowed it.

Is it delicious? It is definitely not as delicious as fried, but for them, it is worse than porridge that is similar to water.

Zhang Xiaohong has been suffering too much since she was a child, and she is not a pretentious person. She smelled this and ate a worm. The taste was a bit greasy and a little disgusting.

Then she served a bowl of porridge and gave Wang Chong a lot of rice, but she had only some rice soup, and the rice grains floating on them were counted with both hands.

"Mom, you have too little rice in your bowl. You usually do heavy work. If you don't have enough food, you will be exhausted." Wang Chong said.

"Mom is a woman. She has eaten little, so she will be full after eating this little. Besides, aren't there so many dishes? But you, eat more, now that you have grown up and grow taller in the future, your father will not dare to hit you."

Wang Chong picked up his bowl and served some rice for Zhang Xiaohong: "Mom, eat it, I will find a way to get it in the future."

Zhang Xiaohong smiled with relief, but didn't care too much, and just thought that she was filial.

I ate very full this meal. The next day, Zhang Xiaohong really found that her stomach was not as hungry as before, and she was much more energetic when working.

When Wang Chong was playing in the field, he also discovered a kind of grass.

"Isn't this a grass head?" Wang Chong squatted down and picked a grass head leaf.

He suddenly remembered that in ancient times, grass heads were considered weeds and could not be eaten, and grass heads were used as feed.

Later, when there was a famine, some people were hungry and ate grass. They accidentally found that the grass head tasted very good, especially the tender part of the grass head. If you cook any soup, it tasted very fragrant.

There are many ways to cook grass heads, and the most common soup is to put an egg in grass head soup, which tastes very fragrant. Or stir-fried grass heads and put some white wine in it. The name of the dish is wine vanilla head, which is a famous dish.

There are many grass heads here, densely packed, but basically no one touches them.

"This is a good thing!"

Wang Chong decisively took the dustpan and began to pick grass heads.
Chapter completed!