After resting for a while, Yang Zhengshan felt much better, but his stomach began growling again.
It was nearly noon already. He had only drunk a bowl of mixed-grain porridge that morning, which did not hold him over at all.
Yang Zhengshan looked up at the kitchen. This household only ate two meals a day, and the next meal would not be until evening. He felt he probably would not make it until then.
People were iron, food was steel; skip one meal and hunger made you panic.
"Daughter-in-law, make food!"
Yang Zhengshan called out without the slightest politeness.
Wang, who was sweeping the courtyard, froze. "Father, make food now?"
This household ate only twice a day. There was no habit of eating lunch.
"Yes. From now on, we eat three meals a day." Maintaining the original owner's persona, Yang Zhengshan spoke briefly and decisively.
"Three meals a day!" Wang was startled. "Father, there isn't much grain left at home."
No one wanted to go hungry, but there was not much grain left in the house. If they did not scrimp, it probably would not last until the autumn harvest.
"I know. This afternoon, the eldest and I will go to the county town to buy some grain," Yang Zhengshan said blandly.
He did not just want to buy grain. He also wanted to buy some meat. This family had not eaten meat in a long time. The original owner had been reluctant to eat it, but he would not treat himself poorly.
Moreover, he needed to restore his body. Although Spirit Spring Water could heal injuries, he would also need nourishment if he wanted to cultivate the Martial Dao again.
Wang glanced at Yang Zhengshan in surprise, but did not ask further. Such was the authority of the head