The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

Grandma Song smiled lightly, raised her eyes, and was very spoiled.

"You, you have thought about it a long time ago and made up your mind, right? If I don't agree, you will definitely do it. Besides, who in the family dare not listen to our lucky star now? I'll go tell your father , we will do it tomorrow, Fubao wants to live in a new house for a month, so we will live in a new house for a month!"

Hahaha, being seen through, Song Fubao still laughed. As expected, she was raised by grandma and knew everything.

"You are grandma who I brought up personally. I can know what kind of shit you want to poop when you poke your butt. Then you cook dinner and do it for your own family. Grandma will go to your father and make it clear. It will start tomorrow. hiring!"

Song Fubao: ...

What kind of Xiang... that's unnecessary.

She took the pot of vegetables she had chosen, and watched Grandma Song go out with small steps, while she went to the stove house. Aunt Yang Liuhua was making tofu, and it was time to make tofu curd.

Seeing that she was not strong enough, Song Fubao went up the mountain in three steps and two steps to help with one hand. Yang Liuhua suddenly felt half relieved, and Dou Hua'er was poured into the big basin smoothly.

Song Fubao walked over to the stove next to him and began to prepare the staple food. Yang Liuhua smiled mischievously and kept shaking her head, "Our Jiafubao really can't compare to you among men and women, sister-in-law is so lucky."

Speaking of daughters, there is no girl in the whole village who can match Song Fubao's brains and skillful hands. As a woman, knitting female celebrities, cooking and washing clothes are simple but technical tasks.

Although Song Fubao doesn't often make female knitters, he still knows how to do it. He is not inferior to ordinary people, and his cooking is comparable to that of a chef in a big restaurant. How good it is.

There is also strength. No one's son or grandson can compare to Fubao. Men, what they need is a handful of strength, but the result is no match.

Hahaha, oh, it's so funny and crying, how come the supernatural power of Mrs. Song's great-grandfather was not inherited by a boy in the family, and it was given to a little girl.

Although so powerful, according to the secular view, it seems that it is not easy to marry.

Thinking of this, Yang Liuhua began to worry again, after thinking for a long time, she waved her hand to interrupt the worry, their family fortune is so powerful, whoever looks down on it is blind.

There will definitely be people who know the goods, and they will be able to grow old forever, give birth to a precious son early, and have a happy marriage for a hundred years!

"Hmm!" Yang Liuhua hummed to herself and confirmed again, Song Fubao looked back in doubt, "Hmm? Aunt Tang, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm in a trance, it's okay, Fubao, you can continue cooking, and I'll help you light the fire when I fix the model. The food you cook is really delicious, and my aunt wants to enjoy it too." , don't interfere!"

Yang Liuhua came to her senses and hurriedly fooled her.

Song Fubao didn't doubt that he was there, and agreed to keep busy with the work at hand. The family didn't buy wheat, but taro. To be honest, she was a little tired of eating.

I still want to eat rice, just some sweet potatoes. I don’t know if there is any small world plane exchange in the mysterious function of the system. I really want to get rice seeds.

Work hard, work hard, and eat white rice as soon as possible!

Song Fubao muttered in his heart, and kept moving his hands.

Egg wild vegetable soup, there are as many eggs as wild vegetables, and there is almost no soup in it. It is all dry. Even confinement women would be jealous when they see it. Steamed taro, each one is as big as a palm.

There is also a classic specialty dish, braised pork, which is filled with umbrellas picked from the mountains. It is fat but not greasy, and it goes well with rice.

There are moldy tofu for dinner, mapo tofu, a bowl of tofu per person at night, enough.

Less than a quarter of an hour after she finished, all the men in the family came back, and Song Fubao suddenly remembered why Song Tongban was still not there?

So I asked Yang Liuhua about it, and only then did I know that he hadn't appeared since the last time we didn't see each other. The family has long been used to him leaving without telling and not coming back for a long time, and coming back suddenly, and they don't particularly care.

After dinner, the men washed their own clothes and pants, and the women took care of household chores and boiling water for washing. It was lively and busy, and the night passed.

The next morning.

As soon as Song Fubao opened his eyes, he remembered that he had to go to a carpenter to rush furniture today, and he could also suggest a tricycle with a wooden socket structure to pull goods, so he downloaded the burned design from the system again and put it in the arms.

Grandma Song asked her to keep the 350 taels of silver note under the pillow last night, so she quickly put it in the free safe of the system.

She dressed and went out, and when she opened the door, she found a lot of workers lined up outside the yard, holding a bowl the size of a small washbasin in her hand, which seemed to be brought by her family.

Grandma Song handed her a hot handkerchief to wipe her face, and explained carefully beside her.

"They all want to come to our house to buy bean curds for breakfast and they don't want to give less money, so we simply ask them to bring a bigger bowl, about one and a half catties per person, which counts as one catty, and we don't suffer. Come."

So because dozens of big men were afraid of abrupt family members, they stood in line at the gate and handed bowls, beat them and left.