After dinner, Cripple Feng went out.
Cripple Feng was not a child, and it was not his first time in the village. He also knew many villagers in the village. As such, Zheng Lanxiu and the Su family did not take it to heart. They thought that he was just wandering around the village.
There was only one path up the back mountain from Old Su's house. If one walked east, he would end up at the place where the villagers usually gathered firewood.
The bolder villagers would walk further forward and hunt, catch fish, or dig wild vegetables.
Su Xiaoxiao couldn't name the wild vegetables that Su Ergou dug last time. They were a little like the black flat vegetables she had eaten in her previous life. They were extremely resistant to the cold and could grow in the snow, but they were slightly sweeter than what she had in modern times.
She would mince it with pork, before mixing it with egg white and wrapping it in flour.
