Zhang Sijiu thought for a long time but could not find a suitable return gift.

As a poor time traveler, she has nothing and understands nothing.

Finally, Zhang Sijiu's eyes fell on the pile of grass that was taken out.

The pile of grass is already a bit messy.

Doctor Zhang came up with an idea: How about...

When the strong girl ran back with a basket on her back and a flushed face, Zhang Sijiu had already made the pile of grass bigger.

Zhang Sijiu and the strong girl put the pile of grass into her basket together, then each picked up their baskets and prepared to go home.

After the backpack was loaded with things, it became a bit heavy and dragged people backwards, reminding Zhang Sijiu of the time when he was in school when the backpack was the heaviest.

She stretched out her hands and held the straps with both hands like a strong girl to relieve the pressure on her shoulders.

The sun has come out, it's not particularly hot yet, but its power can already be felt.

The strong girl obviously loves to talk. She kept talking all the way, mostly about trivial matters at home.

Including but not limited to her mother favoring her younger siblings, her dog is pregnant, and the sow is about to give birth.

Zhang Sijiu just needs to listen.

She couldn't help but ponder: I don't know if it's an illusion, but after time travel, I have a special bond with Chatterbox.

Zhang Sijiu became even more silent.

They sent her home all the way, but the strong girl refused to enter their house. She twisted her fingers in embarrassment and said, "My mother won't let me go to your house. I won't go in."

Zhang Sijiu looked at her guilty and cautious look and smiled: "It doesn't matter. It's time for you to go home. Your mother won't let you come to our house, so will you come to play with me in the future?"

She emphasized again: "It doesn't matter if you can't come."

However, the strong girl did not hesitate: "Of course! Jiuniang, we are the best friends! We agreed to be good friends for life! My mother only said she wouldn't let me come to your house, she didn't say we couldn't play together."

Zhang Sijiu nodded: "That's good. You go home quickly. I'll take it home with you."

The strong girl was stunned: "Why?"

Zhang Sijiu smiled: "Because you helped me carry grass, I just want to thank you."

The strong girl waved her hands quickly: "No, no, I'm helping you, how can you still ask for something!"

Zhang Sijiu held her palm down to prevent her from taking off the backpack, "But we are good friends. Good friends should share things together."

The strong girl was finally convinced and went home happily.

Zhang Sijiu entered the house carrying half a basket of grass on his back.

Gently dumping the grass on the place where Xu usually piled grass, Zhang Sijiu washed his hands and went to see his sister.

The little pumpkin is still sleeping. His little mouth moves from time to time.

Zhang Sijiu didn't touch her, then turned around and went out to find Yang.

Yang was also planning to find Zhang Sijiu. When he saw her, he waved to her: "I'll start teaching you how to cook today."

Zhang Sijiu walked to the kitchen after hearing this: "Okay."

Yang raised her wrinkled eyelids and glanced at Zhang Sijiu, somewhat surprised.

Then, Yang entered the kitchen and asked, "Do you remember to light the fire?"

Zhang Sijiu simply said: "I don't remember."

Yang started teaching how to make fire.

First use a fire stick to blow out red sparks, then use the sparks to ignite the easily flammable hay, and finally add a branch knot.

Branch knots are dry and fallen branches. After being picked up, they are broken into similar lengths and tied loosely with straw.

This kind of firewood is more resistant to burning than grass.

One teaches patiently and the other learns seriously.

Soon Zhang Sijiu mastered the essentials and began to move on to the next step of study.

She actually knows how to cook, but only with a rice cooker.

So at this moment, Zhang Sijiu was still a little curious when facing the big iron pot.

To make breakfast, make porridge.

It is easier than steaming dry rice. After the water boils, add the rice, and then stir occasionally to prevent it from sticking to the pot. When the rice soup is thickened, scoop it up with a spoon and put it into a clay pot.

Yang's silent demonstration, Zhang Sijiu watched carefully.

While waiting for the rice porridge to be cooked, Yang finally opened her mouth: "Jiuniang, you have to be more diligent in the future."

Zhang Sijiu stared at the red flames and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Yeah."

She agreed too simply and seriously, which made Yang unable to say the rest of her words.

Finally, Yang said dryly: "I'll let your two younger brothers do it from now on."

Zhang Sijiu probably understood what Yang wanted to say. She raised her head, her eyes clear and bright: "Grandma, don't worry. I will be obedient. Work more and share the burden for the second aunt."

Even if you don't consider the issue of living under someone else's roof, you still have to consider whether it is inappropriate for the Xu family to bear all the household chores as a family.

Yang sighed: "Jiu Niang is sensible now."

Zhang Sijiu lowered his head, not wanting to discuss this issue further.

To be honest, she didn't even want to chat with other people. After all, they had changed people and it would definitely be different. It would be bad if anything looked strange.

Before the rice porridge was cooked, Mrs. Xu had already returned.

He also dropped by to pick up his two sons.

The eldest son of the Xu family, Zhang Song, is just over six years old this year. He looks like his father, with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like brain. At first glance, you can tell that he is very sturdy.

The youngest son, Zhang Bai, was over four years old. He was still wearing crotchless pants. He was fair and fair, with a bit of chubby flesh on his face. He sat obediently in the carrier and was carried back.

She also has a sweet mouth. When she sees Yang, she calls her grandma, and when she sees Zhang Sijiu, she calls her sister.

Zhang Sijiu likes children like this.

Mrs. Xu entered the kitchen and drank a lot of water before she had time to speak: "I was lucky today. I met people from my parents' village killing pigs for sale. I cut a piece of pork belly. It was so fat! I don't know how to raise that pig.

Yes, it’s so thick!”

She stretched out her palm and put her four fingers together, showing deep envy.

Then she took the meat out of the basket.

Zhang Sijiu took one look and was shocked.

Well, there is really such a thick layer of fat.

Mrs. Xu gestured with her hand: "Cut a knife from here, stew the remaining meat, and eat it at home. In the meantime, I will send the little pumpkin to nurse and give it to the second daughter-in-law. She is a good person and can breastfeed herself."

It’s not enough, so we were asked to bring little pumpkins over to eat. We can’t just take advantage.”

Yang had no objection, "Okay. You make the decision."

Xiaosong swallowed his saliva and suggested loudly: "Stew the lettuce! I want to drink three bowls of soup!"

Xiaobai was also excited: "Stewed lettuce!"

Zhang Sijiu can't imagine what it would be like to stew such fat meat into soup. Can it be delicious?

Before she could imagine it, Mrs. Xu took out a pig's foot from the basket and said happily: "This pig's foot has been rubbed with salt and will be cooked and eaten tomorrow. Although it is not delicious, it still has a slightly meaty taste."

Zhang Sijiu was stunned. He always felt that Xu bought the pig's feet because of himself.

She simply asked: "Second aunt bought it?"

Mrs. Xu said cheerfully: "Two dollars! I'll buy pork belly and let the meat seller make it cheaper."

Zhang Sijiu has a vague concept of money: a coffin costs several taels of silver, but a chicken only sells for dozens of copper coins, and a thousand copper coins can be converted into one tael of silver. Two coins is indeed not expensive. No wonder Xu

So happy.

After thinking about the pig's feet and soybean soup, Zhang Sijiu was really a little greedy: he had not eaten meat in the past few days. He had not even eaten white rice a few times. Although meat dishes were prepared for the funeral, but that

It's for guests, but they don't want to eat it themselves. Most of the time they eat rice porridge and some simple vegetables cooked in oil and water.
Chapter completed!