In the morning, when Bai Xue woke up, Bai Rushan was already up and tending the fire.
"Xiao Shan, why are you up so early?" Bai Xue quickly got out of bed and put on her shoes, asking her younger brother.
"I ate well and was full last night, so I woke up feeling energetic and ready to work!" Bai Rushan said with a smile.
"Good boy! Help your sister light up the stove later, I want to make porridge!" Bai Xue said as she left the room.
In the morning, she cooked sorghum porridge again. She took out a big twisted dough stick from the supermarket space, one for each person, to warm up.
Sorghum porridge with sweet twisted dough sticks and some small pickles made for a satisfying breakfast.
Zhang Yuan came by at eight o'clock, carrying all his rations.
Ten pounds of sorghum, eight pounds of cornmeal, plus five pounds of coarse grain.
"This is all I have for now. I'll find a way to get some fine grains and meat for the New Year!"
