Travel through troubled times and escape famine with the system

At noon the next day, Uncle Li's donkey cart stopped in front of Lu You's courtyard again.

However, this time, the items on the truck were Widow Zhou’s belongings.

"You young people are really capable. When you become rich in the future, Uncle Li will pull the cart for you!"

Because he had other work to do, Uncle Li unloaded the things, drank a sip of water, and then left with the donkey cart.

Lu You and a few others helped Widow Zhou move the luggage into the small room next to the kitchen.

The hut was a utility room, only half the size of a house.

Although it is a bit simple, it is only compared with the main house and the side house.

After all, this is a brick house. Compared with those loess and thatched houses in the village, the conditions are already a level higher.

After making the bed for Widow Zhou, Lu You spoke with a smile.

"Aunt, this room is a little small, but I have to inconvenience you for the time being."

"You still feel wronged?" Widow Zhou said with a happy face: "You don't know, just now on the road, I felt like I was dreaming."

Looking at the solid blue brick walls around her, Widow Zhou reached out and held Lu You.

"Luyou, I never thought in my life that I would live in a blue brick house in the city, thank you..."

"I should be the one thanking you." Lu You said happily, "To be honest, if I were to cook for a few more days, Lu Ming and Lu Yi would probably rebel."

Lu You gave her a high monthly salary and good conditions, so Widow Zhou worked very hard.

It only took one afternoon to clean the entire courtyard inside and out.

Not only that, Widow Zhou also used the bamboo strips she brought to weave a chicken rack with an interlaced grid, which enclosed an area of ​​about ten square meters in the corner to the right of the entrance to the courtyard.

At first, Lu You saw that Widow Zhou was weaving very quickly. She could weave a piece in just a few strokes using only straw ropes and bamboo strips.

But after she tried it herself, she finally stopped trying...

In the evening, Widow Zhou cooked two dishes.

A dish of fried black fungus with eggs and a dish of stewed eggplant and potatoes are both simple farm dishes.

But Lu You and the other two ate it as if it were some delicacy, and the remaining soup was eaten up by Lu Ming along with the rice.

"Did I cook too little?" Widow Zhou said a little embarrassedly as she watched Lu Ming eat.

"No!" Lu Ming wiped his mouth with his hand and said carelessly, "I am greedy! Auntie, I haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time."

Hearing this, Widow Zhou laughed and said, "Don't try to deceive me. I had lunch here yesterday and I had roasted chicken and beef."

"This is just an ordinary stir-fry. Can it be better than meat?"

"It's different." Lu Ming said as he cleared the dishes. "Since our father passed away, although we haven't been hungry, my second sister still buys us chicken, duck, fish and meat every now and then, but the food always tastes a little less tasty."

"Your dish is still delicious, I like it!"

Widow Zhou took the dishes and turned to the well to fetch water to wash them.

"In our village, many families can't even eat meat a few times a year, so why are you being so pretentious?"

Watching the debate between Widow Zhou and the other person, Lu You leaned back in his chair comfortably.

Lu Ming is not good at speaking, but she knows that it is not pretentious.

Ever since they came here, the three sisters have been eating either sesame seed cakes with porridge or food bought from restaurants.

These things are delicious, but no matter how delicious they are, they lack a bit of the flavor of home.

It’s just like in modern society, some white-collar workers are busy with work. They buy instant breakfast in the morning, order takeout at noon, and have hot pot or barbecue in the evening.

Can you say these things are not delicious?

But the most filling food they ate was what they had at their parents' house: stewed meat with potatoes and kidney beans and some home-cooked dishes.

The taste that is missing in Luming's mouth should be the taste of home.

With Widow Zhou, Lu You completely became a hands-off boss.

After cleaning the kitchen, Widow Zhou sat in the yard and started chopping vegetable leaves.

After chopped up the vegetable leaves, she placed them in a wooden basin. Widow Zhou then poured in two large bowls of rice bran and a small bowl of yellow rice flour, added water and began to stir.

“Does it take so much to feed chickens?”

"I thought your chickens were always free-range, or fed directly with rice and grains."

Looking at the dozen or so chickens clucking and fighting for food, Lu You squatted aside and asked curiously.

Widow Zhou laughed when she heard this: "You don't raise chickens at home, so you don't know how difficult it is to take care of them."

"Let alone letting them roam freely, even if they are kept in a chicken coop, they will be targeted by weasels and the like."

"As for feeding Mi Gu, how much does that cost?"

At this point, there was a hint of pride in Widow Zhou's tone.

“Raising chickens may seem simple, but it actually requires a lot of attention.”

"They are just like the laborers in the foot trade. If you want them to help you make money, you have to keep them well fed so that they have strength."

"But you can't spend too much, otherwise even if you lay eggs, it won't be enough to buy rice bran, and you won't be able to make ends meet..."

As Widow Zhou was speaking, Lu You grabbed her wrist.

"Aunt, what did you just say?"

"I said, if we feed them too well, the money from selling eggs won't cover the cost of rice bran, and we won't be able to make ends meet, right?"

"No!" Lu You said excitedly: "The previous sentence, the coolie's sentence!"

Widow Zhou was slightly stunned when she heard this, then she recalled a little before speaking again: "I say, these chickens are just like the coolies in the foot trade. They can only make money when they are full and have strength..."

"That's it!" Lu You said happily, "I know how to sell pancakes. Auntie, help me knead the dough!"

Lu Ming and Lu Yi were practicing martial arts and reading, but when they heard Lu You's movement, they couldn't help but come out.

"Second sister, what's going on?" Lu Ming asked in confusion.

"I know how to make money with sesame cakes."

Lu You said excitedly, then turned around and scooped up a ladle of water from the water tank, then took out a small black pill and threw it in.

When Lu You did this, his back was facing Widow Zhou, but Lu Ming and the other man who were standing opposite Lu You could see it clearly.

"Second sister, you..."

Just as Lu Ming was about to speak, Lu Yi suddenly raised his foot and stomped directly on Lu Ming's instep.

"Second sister, I'll help you dissolve the water!"

Lu Yi stepped forward, took the scoop, picked up the chopsticks from the side and started stirring.

At this point, Lu Yi already understood Lu You's thoughts.

They take the black medicine every morning. Although it is just a small pill, it can not only heal wounds but also make people feel energetic.

Lu Yi even discovered that after taking the medicine for the past few days, his strength seemed to be much better than before.

And the second sister dissolved the pills in water, probably to blend the medicinal effects into the pancakes.

This was indeed the case. When the pill was completely mixed with the water, Lu You handed it directly to Widow Zhou.

"Auntie, try using this water to make batter!"