The Food Guide of the little lucky girl

19 Each Has Own Agenda

Song Yinpen was obviously reluctant, but seeing Song Yue he endured it.

　　The two brothers buried themselves in their work.

　　Song Yue rolled her eyes. Her step-parents were still working outside and hadn't come back yet. What was wrong with them coming back first to grind some grain?

　　What?

　　Do you want to wait for her silly parents to come back and let them continue?

　　dream!

　　Song Yue smiled and encouraged the two uncles while she went back to cook.

　　I smell the fresh fragrance in the yard.

　　Song Jinzhu and Song Yinpen didn't say anything else. They looked at each other and started working.

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　　Song Yue made snow-white fish soup for dinner. She fried it first and then boiled it with ginger. She added pepper and chopped green onions before serving. The big pot of fish soup smelled delicious!

　　The staple food is steamed corn bread, plus a dish of stir-fried vegetables, but because she has a good control of the heat, even the simple stir-fried vegetables are delicious and the color is beautiful, emerald green.

　　Everyone continued to work hard as usual, and no one failed to get full marks.

Song Yue, however, was not in high spirits, because she knew that the reason they all got full marks was because the whole family had nothing to eat, just like if you gave a bowl of leftovers to a beggar who had been hungry for a long time, he would eat it with relish.

　　However, her cooking skills have indeed spoiled the tastes of this family. At least now, no one wants to eat food that is not cooked by her.

　　Pan was eating steamed bread when she announced something, "Tomorrow is the market day. How much extra money do you have in your families? Your father said that it's not a good day and he's afraid that the price of grain will go up in the future. He asked us to collect some first and buy some to store so that we don't have to spend more money to buy grain later."

　　Everyone looked at each other in surprise.

　　After that, no one said a word.

　　Everyone seems to be harmonious, but in fact there are undercurrents and no one wants to pay.

　　Seeing this, Mrs. Pan had no other options, so she took her eldest son as an example and asked, "How much can you take, Boss?"

　　According to the current price, the lowest price for a liter of coarse grain is 4 wen, the medium quality is 5 wen, and the upper-middle quality is 7 wen. As for higher quality food, they cannot afford it. The cheapest rice starts at 7 wen for a liter. They dare not even think about it.

　　One liter is approximately equal to 1.25 kilograms.

　　Song Yue listened secretly and found that the prices here were indeed not low.

　　No wonder life is hard.

　　Song Jinzhu hesitated and said in a muffled voice, "Mom, my eldest son Mingguang is going to get married this year and needs money. And you know Mingzu is going to school in the village, which costs a lot this year. How can I have any extra money in my pocket? Even if I have a little, I have to buy pens and ink for the child later."

　　Zhou also said embarrassedly: "Yes, it's busy with spring plowing now. My three oldest sons work at home every day and don't go to work as a carpenter to earn money. We really don't have much money. If we want to have extra money, we have to wait until the spring plowing is over..."