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Dinner is Liu Qiao Niang's spoon.

The shopkeeper asked the waiter to bring half a bag of brown rice and a handful of dried vegetables. Liu Qiaoniang added the pickles she brought and the purslane picked from the backyard, cooked a large pot of thick porridge, and stir-fried a hot dish with the pickles.

Thirty people sat in the backyard and ate under the sunset.

The two boys from Aunt Sun's house had their mouths full of rice grains, but one of them was hit by Sun Dazhu, who said, "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

Old Man Li sat on the steps with a bowl in his hand, took a sip of porridge and sighed: "Today is the most solid meal I've had since I left home."

Li Tieniu squatted next to Old Man Li, finished one bowl in a few mouthfuls, and then went to get a second bowl: "Dad, don't sigh. Eat more so you can have the strength to go on the road."

"What's wrong with me sighing? I can sigh even when I'm happy." Old Man Li rolled his eyes at his son.

Shen Luxi sat next to the trolley with a bowl in hand, listening to everyone talking while eating.

Aunt Sun came close to Liu Qiao Niang and asked in a low voice: "Sister Qiao Niang, how do you make these pickles? They are much more delicious than mine."

Liu Qiaoniang smiled: "There's no secret recipe. I just add more shredded ginger and minced garlic. When marinating, sprinkle a layer of salt on top of the vegetables. Press it tightly before sealing the jar."

"I told you, no wonder it tastes different. You can teach me when you get there."

"Okay, let's marinate it together then."

The two women talked and talked about everything from pickles to shoe making, and from shoe making to the strongest thread to use to hold the soles.

Listening to these common words, Shen Luxi rarely felt at ease in his heart.

After eating, it was completely dark.

Shen Luxi went to the shopkeeper to borrow an oil lamp and returned to the backyard to show Shen Xiaoman the blisters on his feet.

The blisters were not big and not broken. I used a needle to pick out the water and drained it. I applied some ointment brought from the space and wrapped it with a cloth strip.

"Sister, it hurts." Shen Xiaoman bared his teeth.

"Be patient, you have to walk the day after tomorrow." Shen Luxi tied up the cloth, "Don't run around tomorrow, and don't stand if you can sit down."

Shen Xiaoman nodded, retracted his feet into the quilt, took out the Thousand-Character Book from his book bag, and turned it over by the light of the oil lamp.

Shen Luxi glanced at him and said nothing.

Apart from anything else, this child never needs anyone to urge him to study.

After taking care of Xiaoman's feet, Shen Luxi washed his hands and turned to find Father Liu.

The old man was sitting in the corner of the yard smoking a cigarette, his pipe and pot flickering on and off.

"Grandpa, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"Say it."

"Our team still has enough food to last for a while, but it's hard to say when we get to Nanyang Mansion." Shen Luxi lowered his voice, "I want to rest here and redistribute the food on the surface.

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