Mark's sons were holding a pottery bowl in their hands and staring at the lizard broth in the pottery jar.

Mark took this scene into his eyes and couldn't help but smile lovingly on his face.

He thought about it and said to his wife, "Go and take out the snow salt I bought last time."

Snow salt is a new film from the grocery store in the village these days. I don’t know where the Lord got such white salt, like snowflakes, without any bitterness.

As soon as it was launched, it was enthusiastically sought after by the "upper people" in Nisse Village.

So its price is not low, it can be called high.

It was also because of his son Kerry Mark's increasingly rewarding that he had the confidence to buy a little snow salt.

The original plan was to keep it at home in case of emergency.

When the distinguished guest arrives, for example, when his son Kerry comes in the guard team, he can take out the snow salt to show off, showing his respect and attention to the distinguished guest.

I don’t want Mark to take out the snow salt today, which makes his wife feel distressed, “This…”

"Take it out! Thank you for your hard work for so long, let the children taste it!"

"Okay!" Mark's wife wanted to say something, and her sons cheered.

So Mark's wife stopped insisting and took out a shriveled small bag in a hidden corner.

Mark's wife first wiped her hands on her body, then stretched out her two fingers, pinched out a little snow-white salt from the bag, and threw it into the broth in the clay pot.

"Add a little more." Mark said pursed.

Mark's wife gave her husband a blank look, then pinched a little from the shriveled bag and threw it into the broth.

"Add a little more! More!" Mark said a little dissatisfied with his wife's stinginess.

Mark's wife glared at her husband in anger, then angrily squeezed some more snow salt and threw it into the clay pot.

Mark suddenly cried out with heartache, "Enough! Enough! Why are you doing so much?"

Mark's wife then groaned and hid the bag.

Mark was still feeling sorry for the amount of snow salt. While stirring lizard broth with a pottery spoon, he was still scolding his wife, "So much? Doesn't it cost to eat snow salt?"

Mark's wife curled her lips and said nothing.

Mark was quite helpless. The raw rice had been cooked. What's the use of these?

He closed his mouth, gave his wife, son and himself a bowl of broth.

One bowl per person, the portion is just right!

The clay pot was empty.

Mark poured warm water into it, continued to cook on the red mud stove, then took a green bread made of sweet powder and rye, cut it into several slices, and then placed it in a clay pot, soaking it slowly softened as the temperature of the water increased.

At this time, Mark picked up his pottery bowl and was about to take a small sip.

One of his sons could no longer control his mouth and started drinking it in big mouthfuls regardless of the broth burning his mouth.

"So hot!" As soon as the broth was put into his mouth, the son couldn't help but scream, and a trace of broth flowed out of his mouth.

"Father, it's so hot! So salty!" The son's face was full of happiness.

Mark felt amused and laughed!

If this kind of life can continue, that would be great!

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The slum of Patras - in a dilapidated double-storey wooden building in the Bronx, in the cold hut where Adams lives.

The Adams family of five, plus the Smiths and Colliss who came out of the small village of Nisse, were tightly surrounded.

Among them was a thin candle with black smoke, and the flames were faint, bringing insignificant light to this cold room and a little bit of heat to these dozen people.

More than a dozen people were silent, looking desperate and numb.

The candle burns quietly with a slow and firm attitude.

Time is like the wind, blowing into the hut without pity and leaving without nostalgia.

Soon, the thin candle burned to the end and was about to be finished.

Kyle Adams was embarrassed for a while, and then he wanted to stand up.

"Kyle, what are you going to do?" Adams asked coldly when he noticed his son's abnormality.

Although Adams wanted to maintain his father's majestic posture, his weak voice and hoarse expression still exposed his weakness.

"...The candle is almost burning! I'll get a new one!" Kyle Adams struggled for a moment, and then answered truthfully.

In the dim light, the eyes of others swept over, with different eyes.

"No!" Adams denied without hesitation.

The eyes of the others suddenly darkened.

"Father, I'm cold!" Kyle Adams begged.

"You are not the only one who feels cold! Go to bed! You won't be cold when you fall asleep!" Adams's voice sounded so ruthless.

Kyle Adams's eyes dimmed.

Maybe Adams felt that he was talking heavily, and a trace of apologies flashed in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and a bitter smile of despair appeared on his face. "Vissue Grien took away the city construction expenses of each of us one Pisce gold coins. The whole winter is still long, we must save some money and wait for the arrival of spring!"

Smith and Collis were both speechless.

It was Viscount Grien's successive exploitation by various names and the continuous extortion of villains in the slums, which made the reserves of their families less and less.

In order to save accommodation costs and keep warm together, the three families chose to live together and share the costs together.

In the snowy winter, even the fire is unwilling to burn, and every night I rely on a candle to spend the long cold night.

Rick Adams's other son, suddenly cried, "Father, I'm hungry!"

Food is also a expenditure that needs to be controlled.

From noon to now, Rick Adams only ate a little bit of a batter, mixed with wood chips and chaff.

Hearing this, the other people's eyes swept over again, with longing in their eyes.

Adams felt bad when he heard this, but he could only say with a stern face, "Rick, you have already eaten! We have eaten all the dinner today! No more! We can only wait for tomorrow! Go to bed."

Rick's tears fell as he heard this, and he cried, "Father, I'm so hungry, my stomach is cutting like a knife..."

Adams's wife, Rick's mother, felt distressed when she heard this, and said, "Or why don't you eat a little more."

Adams almost agreed, but reason still made him heartless. He said mercilessly, "No! After eating what we eat tomorrow! What to eat in the future! What to do this winter?"

The others' eyes were dark.

Rick Adams threw himself into his mother's arms, and a whimpering voice came.

"Woooooooo... I really want to be under the Baron, so Baron never let us hungry!"

It's okay to say something else, but Adams gets angry when he talks about it.

He roared and scolded his son, "If you miss, go back! Maybe you can see your respected Baron William in the belly of those lizardmen. I just think that we have never seen it before!"

Rick Adams cried even louder after being scolded by Adams.

The more I cried, the more distraught Adams became.

He scolded fiercely, "Stop crying! Get out and cry!"

Rick immediately closed his crying voice and twitched and twitched.

Adams seemed even more upset and irritable, holding a breath in his chest, but he couldn't vent it.

This shouldn't be the case!
Chapter completed!