An Wan'er dug up ginseng, caught a pheasant, and even picked up a big wild boar. The news spread quickly.

Knowing that the An family is not short of money, they will not sell wild boar meat like other people's families. So no one in the village came to buy it in vain.

The butcher and his son have to kill at least one pig every day. Practice makes perfect. When slaughtering the wild boar in An’s family, they will naturally be dealt with quickly and well.

After receiving the money and a few kilograms of meat, Weng Butcher and his son were happy, and An Shengchang closed the yard door and turned around. He happened to see An Wan'er holding a large piece, and it was estimated that she could throw at the Heihu at least four or five kilograms of meat to him.

Seeing the joyful waving his tail and protecting his flesh and running to the corner, he couldn't wait to start eating the voracious black tiger. An Shengchang quickly glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and then whispered helplessly at An Wan'er: "Why are you giving it so much at once? If you are used to eating this in the future, what can you do if you always make trouble?"

"No, I told it that it won't be like this every day, and you'll eat as much as you give it to you in the future." An Wan'er also lowered her voice and replied in a low voice, "Heihu is very obedient and won't make trouble."

"Okay, you're willing to give it more, and you can't eat less."

After hearing An Wan'er say this, An Shengchang nodded in confusion. After all, he had lived a life of extreme wealth. Even though he was in a downturn, he still didn't think it was a big deal to feed a few kilograms of meat to a dog.

Besides, he always feels that he is in debt to An Wan'er. Thinking about his current life, it is really not a little worse than before.

This is also a blame for his incompetence. He has no ability to give his wife and daughter a better life. So he told him to talk more about An Wan'er for such a few pounds of meat.

He felt like he had no face.

"You just spoil her. With her big-handed nature, no matter who she married in the future, who can stand it?"

The father and daughter lowered their voices and spoke in order not to let Xin Sulan hear something. As a result, the sky was not as good as others wished. Even though Xin Sulan came out, she only listened to half of the words, but saw the black tiger with her family carrying her back and gnawing meat, and she was gnawing with an extra joy. What else did she not understand?

Today is far from the past. Even if they feel sorry for their daughter, An Wan'er will never be able to marry into a wealthy family when she gets married.

It is probably the same to be able to marry a small wealthy family with similar wealth as theirs.

Xin Sulan felt helpless. She was helpless. Her husband still used to An Wan'er's big mistake. She never thought that she would be like this when she went to her husband's house in the future. Will she not tolerate her husband's family?

But can she blame her husband An Shengchang?

Of course it cannot be.

After all, she knew it very well that their family's current life was excellent in the eyes of the villagers. But for her husband An Shengchang, he could force him to adapt to the current life by himself, and he had never complained, which was already very precious.

So, how could she blame him more than ordinary farmers? She lived a frugal life that could be treated as a pound of one and a half pounds of meat, and she could not bear to eat.

So, in the end, Xin Sulan could only sigh and said this and said nothing more.

However, seeing that she still had an angry look on her face, An Shengchang and An Wan'er were both embarrassed like the children who were arrested for doing bad things.

The father and daughter smiled flatteringly at Xin Sulan at the same time.

An Shengchang reacted quickly, and immediately said to Xin Sulan after laughing, "I'll go and burn firewood for you."

"Hehe, mom, I'll go to the kitchen to help you cook pig slaughter dishes. I've long been thinking about how to get blood sausages."

An Wan'er also rushed over, hugged Xin Sulan's arm with a flattering face and said with a flattering look: "You can teach me how to make jerky meat. Will it be good if I change to make jerky meat for you and your father in the future?"

An Shengchang likes the pig-killing dish with blood sausage. No need to ask about jerky meat, not only An Wan'er likes it, but An Shengchang and Xin Sulan also like it very much.

Moreover, the jerky can be stored for a long time, so it is very convenient to carry it when you go out.

So the Anjia family has never lacked these two things all year round, and they will make them again before they have eaten them. Perhaps because they have made too much blood sausage and jerky, the jerky made by Xin Sulan tastes particularly good.

Although An Wan'er hasn't tried it herself, relying solely on the original owner's memory is enough for her to drool.

She wanted to go into the kitchen. After all, in addition to the things the original owner liked to eat, she also liked them even more, including Xinnian's salt and pork trotters, plum vegetable buckles, pork meatballs, etc. How could she pour them out if she didn't go into the kitchen?

The more I thought about it, the more saliva came out.

"Go, it would be nice if you don't make trouble for me."

An Wan'er was able to take the initiative to ask for help, which made Xin Sulan feel very fond of it. However, she couldn't bear to let her suffer, so she refused without thinking.

After flattening his mouth, An Wan'er insisted unconvincedly: "Mom, I'm so old, I'll learn to help you with work long ago. Otherwise, you'll always be watching you do it alone, and you'll be too tired, and I feel distressed when I look at it."

"I really grew up, and I know I feel sorry for my mother."

Seeing An Wan'er insistence, Xin Sulan's heart was sweet and sour.

When you grow up and become sensible, it also means that it is time to get married. Although you only have this daughter in your family, neither An Shengchang nor Xin Sulan ever thought about hiring a son-in-law.

There are really not many son-in-law who can become successful, and luck will often lead to success.

Both of them were very frank about the funeral after death, and they were all hoping that their daughter would be better than anything else.

After rubbing An Wan'er's hair, Xin Sulan smiled and shook her head, and then brought out the old sayings before to reject her: "There are only three people in our family, your father has done all the rough work of carrying water and chopping firewood. How much more work can he leave for me?

Besides, these other tasks are all bad. If you feel bored, go to embroidery. In the future, as long as you have the skills of embroidery, you will not get involved in other tasks when you marry someone, and seeing that you can make money, your in-laws will not be able to pick too much."

"Mom, but I don't think I like embroidery so much, I prefer to learn how to make food."

An Wan'er seemed to see her salt-salt pig's trotters already had wings and began to stay away from her. She was stubborn and refused to give up and continued to act coquettishly with Xin Sulan.

When she was in modern times, her favorite things were not only reading novels, but also cooking all kinds of delicious foods. So she took these two things in her spare time, and even her boyfriend had no time and had no time to talk about them.

Now that she has worn books, she can’t read novels anymore. If she doesn’t let this food touch her hands, what kind of fun will she have in life?

Besides, she knew that the original owner didn't like to stay in the house to embroider the flowers all day, otherwise he wouldn't always make excuses to go to the mountains to play, and something happened in the end.

Thinking about the guy who didn't know who it was, An Wan'er became a little irritable.
Chapter completed!