Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales-Chapter 53: The Pitiful Child Killed by Her Uncle 9

"When cooking corn, throw in a couple of potatoes; mashed potatoes go well with sorghum rice. I’ve got some ready-cooked sorghum rice at home. I’ll have your aunt bring over a bowl for you to eat at noon."

Yuan Chun responded with a smile, "Thank you, Grandma."

Her voice was crisp and sweet.

Grandma looked fondly at her, "If you don’t have any potatoes at home, come and get some from ours."

In recent years, the rains have been good, and grain harvests have been plentiful. Every household in the village has enough food, and some even have excess that they can sell.

"I do; we’ve got potatoes growing in our yard. I’ll dig up a few to cook."

Little Yuan Chun happily skipped home.

From a distance, she saw Cheng Fang standing at her doorstep. She beamed, "Brother Cheng Fang, you’re here. Have you been waiting long?"

"Not too long." Cheng Fang looked surprised at her little basket, "I went to the field to look for you but didn’t see you."

"Oh, I detoured to play by the river for a while."

Little Yuan Chun lied without missing a beat, then opened the door and they entered the yard.

Cheng Fang was worried, "Yuan Chun, the riverside isn’t safe. Don’t go there alone to play anymore. If you want to go, call me, and I’ll take you. I can swim."

"Brother Cheng Fang, I can swim too."

The original owner indeed could swim and loved playing by the river. Her grandfather worried she might fall in, so just last summer, he didn’t go to work for a month straight and taught her to swim.

"You still shouldn’t go alone; it’s dangerous."

"Got it, Brother Cheng Fang."

That little kid could be quite talkative.

Yuan Chun tossed a hoe to him, "Brother Cheng Fang, dig up a few potatoes for me; I want to cook them later."

"Alright."

Cheng Fang grinned, showing a set of shiny white corn kernel-like teeth.

Before noon, Second Cousin brought over a big bowl of sorghum rice and informed Little Yuan Chun, "My mom went to your Second Uncle’s house; some police officers came, and my parents went over to help."

Liu Tiezhu’s house had been robbed of a lot of money. Yesterday, the couple was so upset that they didn’t even think of reporting it. This morning, it was still Second Grandpa who reminded them.

Little Yuan Chun looked curious, "Second Cousin, will the police be able to find my Second Uncle’s money?"

"I don’t know." Second Cousin scratched his head, impatiently heading outside, "I’m going to check it out. It’s the first time police have come to our village; I’m going to see what’s happening."

With that, he dashed off.

Yuan Chun closed the gate, carried the sorghum rice into the kitchen, and then went to the backyard, shouting, "Brother Cheng Fang, stop digging; come eat first."

For lunch, besides a plate of mashed potatoes, there was a bowl of green onion egg sauce. Yuan Chun also took out two fist-sized Mantou and two salted duck eggs from her space.

Sorghum rice paired with salted duck eggs is a perfect match.

The two children shared a bowl of sorghum rice; Little Yuan Chun ate half a Mantou, and the remaining one and a half Mantou went all into Cheng Fang’s stomach.

After the meal, Little Yuan Chun washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Cheng Fang took the hoe to the backyard to dig a pit and buried half the radishes in the big pit.

The other half, Little Yuan Chun washed and cut, dried them into radish chips, and pickled some as sour radish to eat.

Seeing her pickle sour radish, Cheng Fang said, "Yuan Chun, I also grew half a plot of radishes; could you help me pickle some sour radish too?"

"Sure, come over tomorrow, and I’ll help you wash the radishes." Little Yuan Chun’s smile was sweet and charming, very pretty and adorable, "You came to help me, so I should help you too; we call this mutual assistance."

Cheng Fang really liked this mutual assistance.

He smiled brilliantly, "Alright, mutual assistance it is then!"