Farming Family's Pocket Dimension: A Charmed Little Lady Comes to Farm

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Wanting Whatever He Sees

By noon, everyone had pulled their mule carts over into an open field by the main road to eat lunch.

Everyone was eating dry rations for lunch. As Gu Fei was eating, her great-aunt waved her over and handed her a strip of jerky. "You didn’t get to eat much of that rabbit meat yesterday. Bao’er snatched it all away. Eat some jerky. It’ll give you strength for the road."

Normally, Gu Fei was her great-aunt’s favorite among her four nieces. Gu Fei was the most well-behaved and also the prettiest.

’Guess being a sucker for a pretty face is a timeless thing.’

Gu Fei felt a little awkward. Her great-aunt was always giving her meat, and she didn’t know what she could possibly offer in return.

She gnawed on the jerky and said, "Great-Aunt, if Ju Hua gets too tired to walk, let her come rest on our family’s cart. Once we buy another mule cart tomorrow, everyone will be able to take turns resting."

Ju Hua looked at Gu Fei and hesitantly called out, "Aunt."

She felt a bit awkward calling her that, since Gu Fei looked to be about her own age.

Gu Fei answered cheerfully and puffed out her chest. ’Heh, as far as Ju Hua is concerned, I’m the elder.’

’So... should I give the younger generation a little something as a greeting gift?’

’But all my things are from the modern era; I can’t really give her any of that.’

Gu Fei pretended to rummage inside her robes, then pulled out a white-flour flatbread and handed it to Ju Hua before quickly running off.

Her great-aunt smiled. "That girl. She has such an honest heart, always making sure she doesn’t shortchange anyone."

Cradling the white-flour flatbread in her hands, Ju Hua offered it to her great-aunt. "Grandma, you eat it."

Her great-aunt shook her head. "You eat it. Share some with your two older brothers. Boys eat a lot, and these steamed corn buns are barely enough for them."

After eating their dry rations, they continued on their way. They made better time than the day before, arriving at Fuyuan Town, the place Uncle Ma had mentioned, by dusk.

The town wasn’t large, with just two main streets crossing three smaller ones. The moment they entered, the village head pulled an old man aside to ask, "Elder brother, where’s the cheapest inn in town?"

The old man chuckled. "There are only two inns in the whole town. With all those mules you have, you should go to the Liu Family Inn. It’s at the end of this street. They have plenty of space over there, and the price is reasonable."

The village head thanked the man, and the group guided their mule carts in that direction.

Gu Fei didn’t ask for a bath today. The thought of paying one hundred cents for a bucket of water was painful.

She counted the members of her family, paid for their spots on the communal sleeping platform, and they once again began to set up their pots to cook.

However, there was no firewood to be gathered in the town, so the Gu Family spent two cents on a bundle of dry wood for their fire.

Mrs. Chen didn’t cook any meat today; no family could afford to eat meat every day.

She boiled a pot of water, prepared a basin of dough drops, then found some pickled vegetables, chopped them up, and added them to the pot to cook.

Even a simple meal like this was enough to make the others watch with envy.

Ms. Qian glanced in their direction several times. When setting up their temporary stove earlier, Gu Erlang had deliberately picked a spot far away from her.

But the courtyard was only so big, and it was perfectly clear what every family was eating.

With the old matriarch and Uncle Ma, the Gu Family numbered eleven people. One pot of dough drop soup wasn’t enough, so they served the men and the old matriarch first, then started on a second pot.

Bao’er stood by the pot, gnawing on a hard-boiled egg and drooling. This time, however, he didn’t dare reach in to grab anything. After watching for a moment, he ran over to Ms. Qian and yelled, "Mom, I want to eat dough drop soup too!"

Ms. Qian snapped irritably, "Go on, get out of here! We’ve barely got enough coarse grains to last a few more days. Don’t you even dream of it."

Bao’er plopped down on the ground and started wailing again. "I want dough drop soup! I want to eat—"

The corner of Ms. Qian’s mouth twitched. She was at a loss with Bao’er. Handing a bowl to Xing’er, she ordered, "Go on. Go over to your Second Uncle’s and beg for some dough drop soup for your brother."