CHAPTER 209: CHAPTER 193: RAISED A LITTLE BROTHER

What Little Snow said was true. By the afternoon, almost every household had sent things to Little Rice and Iron Egg.

Most were some ready-to-eat jerky, and some families with chickens sent over a couple of eggs, or they sent sun-dried vegetables or pickled items from last year.

Well, the main gifts were for Little Rice, and Iron Egg was just a tag-along, but everyone understood and didn’t mind.

This wasn’t the first time, but the third time. Every time Little Rice had a birthday, the Jiang family would receive many gifts.

No matter the value, they were all tokens of the community’s affection.

In the evening, the second aunt boiled all the eggs in the house, including those sent by others, just enough for everyone at home to have one.

Then she prepared a bowl of longevity noodles for Little Rice and Iron Egg, long and singular, filling them up with just one bowl.

Every family member eats a bowl of longevity noodles on their birthdays.

As he was about to go to sleep, Little Snow called out to Liu Ze: "Brother Ze, this is for you."

A small piece of jerky was shoved into Liu Ze’s hand.

Liu Ze was taken aback: "What’s this?"

"Little Rice gave me jerky. You should eat it; once you’ve eaten it, you won’t feel so upset. Your parents will surely be fine too."

She still remembered that Liu Ze was in low spirits a few days ago, worried about his parents.

Liu Ze held the small piece of jerky in his palm. It was very small, only about the size of a finger.

"Hmm, I understand. Thank you, Little Snow."

Little Snow waved her hand: "I’ll be off to sleep. Brother Ze, you should head to bed early too."

Saying this, she turned and walked away, her steps light, even bouncing a little.

Liu Ze stood under the eaves, watching as Little Snow grabbed Little Rice halfway back to their room, before lowering his head to look at the small piece of chicken jerky in his hand.

It was the size of a fingertip, dry and hard, dark brown, seemingly just salted and then dried with no semblance of flavor or aroma.

Yet, Liu Ze took out a handkerchief from his chest, wrapped the jerky carefully, and placed it back into his chest.

Just as he was about to return to his room, someone rushed up behind him, arm naturally slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, Xiao Ze, why are you standing here in a daze in the middle of the night? Aren’t you cold?"

As he spoke, he had already embraced Liu Ze, walking side by side with him.

Though there was a bit of sunshine during the day, making it less cold, once night fell, it was still quite chilly.

Liu Ze was helplessly pushed to his door by Jiang Yu: "I was just standing for a bit, looking at the moon. It’s getting late; you should head back to sleep as well."

With that, he hurried inside, shutting the door promptly to stop Jiang Yu from saying anything more.

In the moonlight outside, he could still see Jiang Yu scratching his head in confusion, making Liu Ze shake his head with a smile.

Even though Little Snow is so quiet, how come her siblings are all so lively and outgoing? No wonder Little Snow is so inconspicuous in the eyes of others.

But this is just fine.

Liu Ze couldn’t help but chuckle, not knowing exactly what’s so fine about it.

He locked the door and paid no mind to whatever Jiang Yu was muttering about outside, turning to enter the room.

Walking past the bookshelf, he paused for a moment, opened a wooden box, and placed the handkerchief inside.

Just after Little Rice’s third birthday, she was now one year older, heading towards four.

The water in the pond had nearly been used up by noon, and even by the afternoon, it only refilled to about palm-high, then stopped.

Even if no one said it aloud, they couldn’t help but murmur in their hearts.

It was too coincidental. Just the day before Little Lucky Star’s birthday, they dug up water, and on her birthday, much water appeared, then it stopped again.

However, Little Rice didn’t mind these things. Today’s sorghum had already been watered. Either it would rain, or they’d wait until the sorghum needed more water again, and then she’d do it once more.

For now, Little Rice chatted with her second sister for a bit, then groggily pretended to sleep, but upon fully closing her eyes, she entered the space.

She hadn’t entered the space all day, and wondered how that little brother was doing.

Little Rice appeared directly in the resource area, found some frozen pork, and processed a large hen, only using a quarter to stew soup while the rest was stored in the resource area.

The best part about the space is that spoilage doesn’t occur.

As for the principle? If Little Rice knew, she could make it herself.

Anyway, the chickens, ducks, geese, and fish raised there grow up, and crops mature, but put items in the warehouse or anywhere else outside, they wouldn’t spoil no matter how long they’re stored.