Travel through the 70s, marry the king of soldiers, and become the richest man with space

After returning home from Qin City, Song Fuyu officially resumed work.

Because her grandparents were here, she shortened her daily working hours again, working no more than four or five hours a day.

"Uncle Wu, I have a day off tomorrow. How about we call Xiao Bai and go for a walk in the mountains together to see if there are any wild fruits and mushrooms."

"Okay, I'll just go to Zhuanzhuan Mountain with you."

It has been two weeks since I came here. Wu Xingmin trains with him every morning, and sometimes he insists on training in the morning. It seems that he has returned to his life in the army when he was young, and his whole person feels like he is reborn.

"I am coming too!"

The two people who were discussing turned to look at Mr. Yan who was eager to try.

"Grandpa, tomorrow we each have to carry a large basket and carry large bags to load things, so we won't be able to spare our hands to take care of you."

"What's wrong, do you think your grandpa and I are old?"

"I'm only over 70 now, and I'm not even in my [-]s or [-]s when I can't walk. Not only can I carry water, but I can also hold Xiaoyue. I'll go with you. You don't need to take care of me. At worst, I won't take anything. , treat it as a pure mountain climbing head office!”

Yan Ziyuan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

The old man is very stubborn. If he doesn't take him, he will get angry with him.

It seems that Li Hu will have to be called together tomorrow, so that multiple people can take care of him.

The next morning, several people took the dry food prepared by Song Fuyu and set out for the mountain with their backpacks on their backs.

"Grandpa, you have to be careful!"

"Don't worry, I will follow them and I will never show off."

Song Fuyu thought to himself, at your age, if you want to follow young people up the mountain, aren't you just trying to show off your abilities? Of course, she only dared to complain about this in her heart, but did not dare to say it directly.

"Dad, is it okay if I want to go too?"

When Xiaozheng saw them getting ready to set off, he looked eager to give it a try.

"No."

"Xiao Zheng, didn't we agree to dry persimmons together today? Who will do the work if you go?"

"Ah, I'm sorry Aunt Yan, I forgot."

"Dad, you go, I won't go, please remember to pick more delicious wild fruits for me."

"I understand. Just be obedient at home."

"Okay, Dad, please be safe."

"Grandpa, Grandpa Wu, Uncle Yan, please also pay attention to your safety."

"Okay, come on in, let's go."

Song Fuyu and Grandma Yan, who stayed at home, took Xiaozheng out to dry the persimmons from the two families.

"Aunt Yan, can't you eat this?"

The persimmons on the persimmon tree were all ripe, and I had already eaten them. I even gave one to each of my friends.

"It's still early. The persimmons should be ready to eat. I'll take one down later. While they're not around, we can taste it secretly without telling them."

"Hee hee, good."

At lunch time, several people who went up the mountain had not returned yet.

"I don't know what they picked."

"My guess is they may have hunted prey."

If you just pick things up, you should be back in time at noon.

Indeed, as Song Fuyu said, at this time Yan Ziyuan and the others collected firewood on the mountain and were roasting the hare they had shot.

In addition to rabbits, there were a wild boar, three goats, and a silly roe deer on the ground nearby.

"Wrong decision. You should take some salt with you when you go out."

"The pancakes made by my wife are salty, so you can put meat in them and eat them."

"What a wit!"

Several people followed suit and put the roasted rabbit meat in the cake, which tasted unique.

"Boss, what should I do with the meat?"

"The wild boar will be given to the canteen, one sheep per family, and the roe deer will belong to our family. We will stew it tomorrow and have a good meal in the evening."

"Okay!"

"Xiaobai, let your sheep go to my house first and take them back later to avoid the jealousy of some people."

"I plan to borrow your earthen oven and bake half of the meat into jerky so that it can be kept longer."

"You can discuss it yourself with your sister-in-law."

"no problem!"

After eating and drinking, a few people picked some wild fruits and mushrooms and carried the prey down the mountain.

"Hurry up and get in first."

When Grandma Yan saw how many people were carrying so many things, she opened the courtyard door and let them in quickly without asking any questions.

"Qinglan, is there any water? Pour me a glass quickly."

In order to reduce the burden, several people only brought a bottle of water up the mountain. After eating the cakes and roast rabbit, they were already very thirsty.

"Yes, I'll pour it for you right away."

"Xingmin, do you want some water?"

"Have a drink."

One person drank a glass of water before he recovered a little.

"There's almost smoke coming out of my throat."

"What did you eat on the mountain? You are all so thirsty."

"We ate the cakes my sister-in-law brought us, and we also ate three roast rabbits and one roast chicken."

"No wonder."

"Grandma, where is Xiaoyu?"

The first thing Yan Ziyuan does when he returns home is always to find a wife. Only when he sees her will he feel at ease.

"She took Xiaozheng to deliver persimmons to the studio employees... eh... they came back."

"Dad, did you pick wild fruits for me?"

When Xiao Zheng saw them returning, he let go of Song Fuyu's hand and hurried towards Li Hu.

"Slow down, don't fall."

"Dad picked chestnuts and mushroom fruits for you. Your uncle Yan said you can eat these red cranberries no matter what they are called."

"Wow, this one looks so red."

After saying that, before Li Hu could stop him, he picked one and put it in his mouth.

"Sigh~~"

"So sour~"

"I don't eat this."

He was so sore that his eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, and saliva kept secreting from his mouth.

"This needs to be baked dry to be delicious. Haven't you ever eaten it? It's the red fruit added to the biscuits."

"But the ones Dad and the others picked are so sour."

"A little more sugar will make it less sour."

Only Song Fuyu could say such arrogant words easily.

For such sour dried cranberries, you need to add at least one and a half pounds of sugar per pound. In other people's homes, they would rather not eat it than use up so much sugar at once. It is really too luxurious.