NOVPUBHan Qingsong said, “I’ll grind the mill in the afternoon.”
At this time, sweet potatoes were distributed to the villagers. Most people would cook the sweet potatoes at night and eat them the next day. Especially when they didn’t do farm work, men and children eat some food made with flour but women basically had sweet potatoes every meal, which made them feel heartburn.
Lin Lan didn’t want her family to eat sweet potatoes every meal, so she cooked sweet potatoes at night and steamed some pancakes at noon so that they could have both together. Naturally, various sorghum flour, corn flour and wheat flour were consumed quickly this way, so they have to be more diligent when grinding the mill.
While Maisui was handling the fire, Sanwang put the field mice into the fire and buried them underneath. The voles would be ready basically around the time the rice would be done as well.
Just like roasting sweet potatoes and taro, he used a fire stick to dig them out as 4 potatoes rolled on the ground.
Lin Lan took a look and found that it was really similar to roasting sweet potatoes, haha.
Several children began to shake and knock in front of the stove in order to scrape off the burnt charcoal. This step was usually done by Erwang. He first prepared a few clean corn husks, then set aside the edible meat of the roasted voles and arranged them one by one.
Sanwang and Xiaowang sat around him, slurping their saliva while waiting to be fed.
Dawang ate little as his pleasure stemmed from catching the voles. He became more and more skilled in training, which was why a nest of voles weren’t able to escape from being his target.
Maisui only ate the cleaner portions of the rodent, such as its legs.
Xiaowang took two hind legs to Lin Lan and Han Qingsong, “Mom, they are so delicious.”
Lin Lan was a little embarrassed, but she smiled and took them when she made eye contact with her son’s big black eyes, “Thank you, little darling, but you can eat the rest yourself.”
She took advantage of Xiaowang turning around and stuffed all of them into Han Qingsong’s mouth, jokingly saying, “This is a gift from your son, eat it and take good care of yourself.”
Han Qingsong glanced at her as he chewed and swallowed the bones together.
Lin Lan, “…” What a great set of teeth.
Sanwang was enjoying the meal, “If there’s a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine…ah, wouldn’t it be nice-“ 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Before he could finish, Dawang slapped him in the face and he immediately changed his words, “I was talking about Uncle Secretary Head. He can drink a bottle of wine with just a small meal of grasshopper legs. If there was a roasted field mouse, he would probably drink more right? Haha.”
Xiaowang ate very elegantly, chewing the leg meat clean off, “It’s really delicious. It would be great if there were as many as cicadas.”
Maisui’s hair was about to explode from that statement, “Little brother, if there are so many field mice and cicada larvaes, why are we still getting rations to eat?”
Sanwang, “We should just eat field mice all day.”
Erwang, “I heard that there were locust and rat plagues here in the early years. It was scary since half of the people in a village starved to death.”
When Xiaowang heard that people were starving to death, his face turned pale and he immediately shook his head, “It’s better not to have too many field mice. Cicada larvae are more delicious after all!” He bit a small bone before continuing,
“Let’s catch a few more tomorrow so that they can’t harm the crops.”
