Qian took a spoon to share the food and said, "You just said potatoes. I thought they were beans, but they turned out to be ground eggs. They are so big and smooth."

Shangguan Ruoli didn't have the memory of the original owner, so he couldn't even make up a place. Remembering that the original owner was forgetful, he said: "I don't know where it is, but I dug up everything around it, and there are no more grass roots."

Dongming Ziyu came to the rescue and said, "Maybe someone accidentally dropped the seeds and grew them, otherwise we wouldn't have failed to harvest them in this famine year."

Everyone thought it was reasonable and stopped asking further questions, but they all looked very regretful.

Mr. Qian had already divided the rice. Old man Dong and his three sons all had half bowls of thicker rice, and several men had half bowls of thicker rice.

She and her daughters-in-law were all half-empty, and the four girls were all half-empty.

There are rules in this family. The adults and children swallowed hard while looking at the so-called porridge, and no one moved their chopsticks. Even the three-year-old Wulang didn't cry or make a fuss, looking at Mr. Dong with his big black and white eyes.

Mr. Dong picked up his chopsticks and said, "Eat."

As a result, the whole dinner table was filled with the sound of "snoring, snoring" while eating porridge and chewing.

Shangguan Ruoli took a sip bravely. It tasted earthy and was almost unpalatable. He ate another mouthful of grass roots, which was too chewy and hard to chew.

She peeked at Dongming Ziyu, who also frowned and didn't even take a sip of soup.

He has a mysophobia, so eating these things is like letting him take poison.

They were all born into a wealthy family, and even though they suffered a little mentally, they had never been materially poor since childhood, let alone starved for such things.

As a prince, Dongming Ziyu is very particular about every meal, and even the tableware is valuable.

Ling Yue didn't eat the food in the space. Her body couldn't stand the attraction of food. She took a few mouthfuls of water from the bowl and picked rice with chopsticks.

Wulang held the bowl by himself, slurping and eating the delicious food.

This child was hit by a drought when he was born, and his body was severely damaged. He had a big head, a big belly, and small arms and legs. He could not walk even at the age of three, and he could not speak well.

Dongming Ziyu really couldn't eat, so he was thinking of some excuse to postpone the meal.

It's all because their space is too low-level. They have to do things by themselves, and can't use mental power to change things quietly.

Their space is like a courtyard dedicated to the two of them. Except that others cannot see and cannot enter, there is nothing special about it. Unlike Jing Yu's Buddhist bead space and Bai Qingqing's medical space, they can use their mental power to perform magic at will.

Use space.

"Si'er is injured, eat more." Following Mr. Dong's old voice, a coarse porcelain bowl reached over and poured the remaining thick porridge into Dongming Ziyu's bowl.

Qian also poured the thick porridge specially reserved in the bowl into Dongming Ziyu's bowl, "Mom is not hungry, Si'er will eat."

The rest of the people looked as if they were not surprised. Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Sun looked envious and jealous.

"No!" Dongming Ziyu blocked Qian's bowl, "I have a headache and can't eat. You can eat it yourself."

After saying that, he picked up the bowl and poured the porridge into the bowls of Mr. Dong and Mr. Qian.

Not only Mr. Dong and Mr. Qian, but everyone was a little surprised. Apparently, the original person had always enjoyed the old couple's preference as a matter of course.

Because of the high taxes and excessive taxes, there was not much left over from the land. The family’s expenses were basically earned by working as a bookkeeper in the town, and from time to time they would bring home some unwanted cloth. The children made shoes and worked together to make small items.

The fabric of the clothes is enough.

Therefore, Mr. Dong and Mr. Qian prefer their original bodies, and the whole family takes it for granted and is accustomed to it.

Qian choked with distress, then picked up the bowl and poured it into Dongming Ziyu's bowl, "No, you eat, you lost so much blood, and you don't have anything good to replenish your body, why don't you even drink porridge?"

Dongming Ziyu really didn't want to drink. He stood up and tried to resist. He felt dizzy and leaned against Shangguan Ruoli.

Shangguan Ruoli was startled and hurriedly supported him, "Hey, what's wrong?"

I felt his hands pinching my waist, and I immediately felt relieved and said, "Dad, Mom, he's dizzy. It's better to go back and rest."

Dong Youtian and Dong Youliang hurriedly put down their bowls and came over to help.

Shangguan Ruoli took the opportunity to stop eating, picked up Wu Lang and pulled Ling Yue along with him back to the room.

Qian personally covered Dongming Ziyu with a patched quilt and said softly: "Have a good sleep. I'll save the food for you until you wake up."

Dongming Ziyu: "..."

No! Si'er can't do it!

Qian went back and gave Si'er the thick porridge in his and the old man's bowls, while they ate the leftover porridge from Shangguan Ruoli, Ling Yue and Wulang.

Dongming Ziyu watched the two children sweetly drinking the egg drop soup they had just prepared, but he had no appetite at all and felt a little heavy.

They have been married for life. Shangguan Ruoli knew that this poor guy was moved by the parental affection between Mr. Dong and Mr. Qian.

The royal family has no family ties. Although he was born into a wealthy family, his biological mother personally poisoned him with a heart-eating poison in order to protect him, and he died early in a palace fight. His father, who had so many sons, never paid much attention to this sick boy.

Even though Mr. Dong and Mrs. Qian were eating dirt, they would also save food for him. What kind of deep parental love is this?

He rubbed his face to calm down the turmoil in his heart, and said: "When I was sure that Si Ya was Yue'er, I wanted to take you and Yue'er away. Now, I can't care about the life or death of these people."

He coughed lightly and explained: "I inherited the memory of the original person and to some extent his emotions."

Ling Yue drank up the egg drop soup in the bowl and said: "They are so pitiful. Even if they make dry food, they only use Guanyin soil, grass roots, and bark plus some coarse grain noodles."

Shangguan Ruoli touched Wulang's big head and felt distressed. This was typical malnutrition. He ate bark, grass roots, Guanyin soil every day, and mixed it with some rice and noodles. It was a miracle that he could survive to this day.

He sighed and said: "Wu Lang's words are incomplete, and I'm afraid he won't be fooled. How can we get a large amount of water and food from the space? We are little ants that can be crushed by anyone now, and we still have to take care of our host family.

For safety reasons, it is better not to expose the space.”

Dongming Ziyu thought for a while and said: "There is always a way, but this is not a long-term solution. Our space reserves are limited, so we still have to convince them to escape."

They also need to do things by themselves in their space, and farming is also done by themselves.

Where have Dongming Ziyu and Shangguan Ruoli ever planted land? They only planted three acres of easy-to-care-for grains, vegetables and fruits, and the rest were easy-to-care-for fruit trees, medicinal materials and flowers.

However, the advantage of space is that it keeps things fresh, and the stored things will not go bad, and a lot of daily necessities are usually stored. The food is enough to feed their family of three for a year, but the owner, with a total of nineteen people, cannot survive for a few months.

Shangguan Ruoli rubbed the belly of Wulang who had eaten too much, "I heard from Mr. Qian that many people fled the famine. Why didn't they flee the famine?"
Chapter completed!