Chapter 129: 129
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Isn't this time of year the happiest time for ordinary people?
This year's team also has a good harvest. As long as they are diligent, every family can get enough food for the winter.
At present, all winter wheat has been planted, and meat is divided on the team. At the end of the year, it will be divided again. The common people can also eat several meals. It's a beautiful day.
Zhou's father and mother think so. Isn't it the same age in the village.
Especially after three years of famine, it's so happy to have such a peaceful and stable life.
After the meat is divided, the food in the family is really good.
Although Lin Qinghe was a little extravagant in his life at this time, in fact, he didn't eat meat at home.
Even if there is, it is also some meat foam.
If you have eggs, you can eat them every day.
But it's not as good as it is at this time. It can be made with hands and feet.
The next morning, Zhou Qingbai rode his bicycle to get firewood again. He has got a lot of firewood in the yard these two days. Some of them have not been dried yet. At this time, the weather is cold and can be dried a little.
Lin Qinghe is with two children and three children, and Zhou's mother began to make steamed buns.
Yesterday's oil dregs are still there. Although the second and third children ate some, they still have a lot of oil dregs left. Even though they are greedy for oil dregs, they all feel very good knowing that they are going to be used to pack steamed buns today.
Counting the days, they haven't eaten meat buns for a long time.
In fact, there are still one third of the meat buns in Lin Qinghe's space. She only gives them three brothers one by one occasionally.
Then I bought it from the city, and I only gave it to them when I didn't eat meat at home.
Zhou Qingbai also ate it several times, but later she brought it to him. He never ate it, so she let her eat it.
Lin Qinghe, the daughter-in-law of Zhou's mother-in-law, also knows that she didn't say anything about making steamed buns today.
After breakfast, I began to help.
As for Zhou Fu, he went out to talk with others. He just asked when he would come back for lunch before going out.
He likes white steamed buns very much.
Because of Zhou's father and mother, Lin Qinghe did more, but because of the limited oil residue, he didn't do much.
Probably enough for a meal.
"It's enough for two meals. I'm cooking some porridge. I'll keep some for the evening." Zhou said.
According to the meaning of Lin Qinghe, it's OK to eat steamed buns at noon. In the evening, she wants to make mushroom dumplings, but according to Zhou mu, she has no objection.
It's OK to cook rice porridge with it.
At noon, this meal of steamed buns is naturally very delicious. For steamed buns the size of palms, the eldest child ate three directly and drank a bowl of rice porridge.
Two children also ate three, but small rice porridge can only drink half a bowl.
After all, Sanwa is still a little small, even if she has no heart, but she still eats two steamed buns and half a bowl of rice porridge.
Lin Qinghe can catch up with a lot of them. Lin Qinghe has only one steamed bun and two bowls of rice porridge.
She still likes to drink more rice porridge. As for the fried cabbage bun, she's just so.
Zhou's father and Zhou's mother ate a lot. They were very old and strong. They were not taking three of them. But Lin Qinghe knew that they were not enough to eat. One of them took another.
After eating like this, there are not many steamed buns left in the morning. Zhou Qingbai came back more than one o'clock in the afternoon. Lin Qinghe warmed the rest of the steamed buns for him and put a piece of hot rice porridge for him.
Five big steamed buns, almost two bowls of small rice porridge are in the stomach.
There are eight steamed buns left in the morning, which is definitely not enough to eat.
Mother Zhou thinks it's so beautiful. I don't know that her old son and her grandchildren have a lot of fighting power.
Lin Qinghe sends Zhou Qingbai in to sleep, and she starts to make noodles.
There are only eight steamed buns left. It's almost as good as adding a mushroom pork dumpling.
Zhou Qingbai wanted to help, but Lin Qinghe couldn't use him. There are two people who can do this job.
Mushrooms have to be soaked in warm water. It's too late to use cold water. It's almost time to wait for the dough.
Zhou Qingbai woke up after lying for half an hour.
The noodles are still awake. Lin Qinghe sits on the Kang and weaves a sweater. It's for Erwa. It's almost ready. There's only Dawa's left behind.
"I've got all the firewood back these days, so let's go for a walk." Said Zhou Qingbai.
"All right!" Lin Qinghe's eyes brightened.
"Children can't take it." Zhou Qingbai's eyes brightened and her mouth began to smile.
"What are you going to do with them? We have to go out and live in the world of two, haven't we? A bunch of light bulbs that didn't survive. " Said Lin Qinghe.
Although many words can't be heard, it doesn't mean they can't understand. Zhou Qingbai is in a good mood.
"I have to weave out the vest before I leave. You can make dumplings tonight." Said Lin Qinghe.
It's easy for Zhou Qingbai to make dumplings. When he was on the team, he would, although his daughter-in-law didn't even ask him to cook after he went home.
Zhou's mother came from Xiaosu city when she was over four o'clock. Now she often comes here. It's nice to talk to the old four.
I saw Zhou Qingbai cutting the stuffing.
"How can I make dumplings?" Asked the mother of Zhou.
"I ate a lot of steamed buns. I didn't eat enough at night. Qinghe asked me to pack some." Said Zhou Qingbai.
"Where is Qinghe?" Asked the mother of Zhou.
"She is knitting a sweater for Erwa." Zhou Qingbai said.
"It's not easy to take care of your father and son." Zhou's mother also told the truth.
She can see all the things she comes here from time to time. It's said that the old four are at home all day. In fact, it's really not empty when they come down all day.
Every time she came here, she saw the old four's at the bottom of their shoes, knitting sweaters, or mowing the grass in the backyard, or the old son who had been busy outside for a day came back to eat.
Zhou Qingbai nodded: "it's really not easy for Qinghe. Niang, I will go out with Qinghe in a few days. It will take about seven or eight days. Then you can let dad come to live at home and take care of their brothers."
"Where are you going?" Mother Zhou was shocked.
"We're going to Beijing, but don't tell me." Said Zhou Qingbai.
"What are you doing there?" Mother Zhou could not help saying.
"Go and check yourself." Zhou Qingbai has already made up his mind.
Sure enough, as soon as he said it, Zhou's mother immediately understood it, and whispered, "how can Qinghe have a problem with his body? Some of them are like you, you can't think of something you don't know?"
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Isn't this time of year the happiest time for ordinary people?
This year's team also has a good harvest. As long as they are diligent, every family can get enough food for the winter.
At present, all winter wheat has been planted, and meat is divided on the team. At the end of the year, it will be divided again. The common people can also eat several meals. It's a beautiful day.
Zhou's father and mother think so. Isn't it the same age in the village.
Especially after three years of famine, it's so happy to have such a peaceful and stable life.
After the meat is divided, the food in the family is really good.
Although Lin Qinghe was a little extravagant in his life at this time, in fact, he didn't eat meat at home.
Even if there is, it is also some meat foam.
If you have eggs, you can eat them every day.
But it's not as good as it is at this time. It can be made with hands and feet.
The next morning, Zhou Qingbai rode his bicycle to get firewood again. He has got a lot of firewood in the yard these two days. Some of them have not been dried yet. At this time, the weather is cold and can be dried a little.
Lin Qinghe is with two children and three children, and Zhou's mother began to make steamed buns.
Yesterday's oil dregs are still there. Although the second and third children ate some, they still have a lot of oil dregs left. Even though they are greedy for oil dregs, they all feel very good knowing that they are going to be used to pack steamed buns today.
Counting the days, they haven't eaten meat buns for a long time.
In fact, there are still one third of the meat buns in Lin Qinghe's space. She only gives them three brothers one by one occasionally.
Then I bought it from the city, and I only gave it to them when I didn't eat meat at home.
Zhou Qingbai also ate it several times, but later she brought it to him. He never ate it, so she let her eat it.
Lin Qinghe, the daughter-in-law of Zhou's mother-in-law, also knows that she didn't say anything about making steamed buns today.
After breakfast, I began to help.
As for Zhou Fu, he went out to talk with others. He just asked when he would come back for lunch before going out.
He likes white steamed buns very much.
Because of Zhou's father and mother, Lin Qinghe did more, but because of the limited oil residue, he didn't do much.
Probably enough for a meal.
"It's enough for two meals. I'm cooking some porridge. I'll keep some for the evening." Zhou said.
According to the meaning of Lin Qinghe, it's OK to eat steamed buns at noon. In the evening, she wants to make mushroom dumplings, but according to Zhou mu, she has no objection.
It's OK to cook rice porridge with it.
At noon, this meal of steamed buns is naturally very delicious. For steamed buns the size of palms, the eldest child ate three directly and drank a bowl of rice porridge.
Two children also ate three, but small rice porridge can only drink half a bowl.
After all, Sanwa is still a little small, even if she has no heart, but she still eats two steamed buns and half a bowl of rice porridge.
Lin Qinghe can catch up with a lot of them. Lin Qinghe has only one steamed bun and two bowls of rice porridge.
She still likes to drink more rice porridge. As for the fried cabbage bun, she's just so.
Zhou's father and Zhou's mother ate a lot. They were very old and strong. They were not taking three of them. But Lin Qinghe knew that they were not enough to eat. One of them took another.
After eating like this, there are not many steamed buns left in the morning. Zhou Qingbai came back more than one o'clock in the afternoon. Lin Qinghe warmed the rest of the steamed buns for him and put a piece of hot rice porridge for him.
Five big steamed buns, almost two bowls of small rice porridge are in the stomach.
There are eight steamed buns left in the morning, which is definitely not enough to eat.
Mother Zhou thinks it's so beautiful. I don't know that her old son and her grandchildren have a lot of fighting power.
Lin Qinghe sends Zhou Qingbai in to sleep, and she starts to make noodles.
There are only eight steamed buns left. It's almost as good as adding a mushroom pork dumpling.
Zhou Qingbai wanted to help, but Lin Qinghe couldn't use him. There are two people who can do this job.
Mushrooms have to be soaked in warm water. It's too late to use cold water. It's almost time to wait for the dough.
Zhou Qingbai woke up after lying for half an hour.
The noodles are still awake. Lin Qinghe sits on the Kang and weaves a sweater. It's for Erwa. It's almost ready. There's only Dawa's left behind.
"I've got all the firewood back these days, so let's go for a walk." Said Zhou Qingbai.
"All right!" Lin Qinghe's eyes brightened.
"Children can't take it." Zhou Qingbai's eyes brightened and her mouth began to smile.
"What are you going to do with them? We have to go out and live in the world of two, haven't we? A bunch of light bulbs that didn't survive. " Said Lin Qinghe.
Although many words can't be heard, it doesn't mean they can't understand. Zhou Qingbai is in a good mood.
"I have to weave out the vest before I leave. You can make dumplings tonight." Said Lin Qinghe.
It's easy for Zhou Qingbai to make dumplings. When he was on the team, he would, although his daughter-in-law didn't even ask him to cook after he went home.
Zhou's mother came from Xiaosu city when she was over four o'clock. Now she often comes here. It's nice to talk to the old four.
I saw Zhou Qingbai cutting the stuffing.
"How can I make dumplings?" Asked the mother of Zhou.
"I ate a lot of steamed buns. I didn't eat enough at night. Qinghe asked me to pack some." Said Zhou Qingbai.
"Where is Qinghe?" Asked the mother of Zhou.
"She is knitting a sweater for Erwa." Zhou Qingbai said.
"It's not easy to take care of your father and son." Zhou's mother also told the truth.
She can see all the things she comes here from time to time. It's said that the old four are at home all day. In fact, it's really not empty when they come down all day.
Every time she came here, she saw the old four's at the bottom of their shoes, knitting sweaters, or mowing the grass in the backyard, or the old son who had been busy outside for a day came back to eat.
Zhou Qingbai nodded: "it's really not easy for Qinghe. Niang, I will go out with Qinghe in a few days. It will take about seven or eight days. Then you can let dad come to live at home and take care of their brothers."
"Where are you going?" Mother Zhou was shocked.
"We're going to Beijing, but don't tell me." Said Zhou Qingbai.
"What are you doing there?" Mother Zhou could not help saying.
"Go and check yourself." Zhou Qingbai has already made up his mind.
Sure enough, as soon as he said it, Zhou's mother immediately understood it, and whispered, "how can Qinghe have a problem with his body? Some of them are like you, you can't think of something you don't know?"
Isn't this time of year the happiest time for ordinary people? This year's team also has a good harvest. As long as they are diligent, every family can get enough food for the winter. At present, all winter wheat has been planted, and meat is divided on the team. At the end of the year, it will be divided again. The common people can also eat several meals. It's a beautiful day. Zhou's father and mother think so. Isn't it the same age in the village. Especially after three years of famine, it's so happy to have such a peaceful and stable life. After the meat is divided, the food in the family is really good. Although Lin Qinghe was a little extravagant in his life at this time, in fact, he didn't eat meat at home. Even if there is, it is also some meat foam. If you have eggs, you can eat them every day. But it's not as good as it is at this time. It can be made with hands and feet. The next morning, Zhou Qingbai rode his bicycle to get firewood again. He has got a lot of firewood in the yard these two days. Some of them have not been dried yet. At this time, the weather is cold and can be dried a little. Lin Qinghe is with two children and three children, and Zhou's mother began to make steamed buns. Yesterday's oil dregs are still there. Although the second and third children ate some, they still have a lot of oil dregs left. Even though they are greedy for oil dregs, they all feel very good knowing that they are going to be used to pack steamed buns today. Counting the days, they haven't eaten meat buns for a long time. In fact, there are still one third of the meat buns in Lin Qinghe's space. She only gives them three brothers one by one occasionally. Then I bought it from the city, and I only gave it to them when I didn't eat meat at home. Zhou Qingbai also ate it several times, but later she brought it to him. He never ate it, so she let her eat it. Lin Qinghe, the daughter-in-law of Zhou's mother-in-law, also knows that she didn't say anything about making steamed buns today. After breakfast, I began to help. As for Zhou Fu, he went out to talk with others. He just asked when he would come back for lunch before going out. He likes white steamed buns very much. Because of Zhou's father and mother, Lin Qinghe did more, but because of the limited oil residue, he didn't do much. Probably enough for a meal. "It's enough for two meals. I'm cooking some porridge. I'll keep some for the evening." Zhou said. According to the meaning of Lin Qinghe, it's OK to eat steamed buns at noon. In the evening, she wants to make mushroom dumplings, but according to Zhou mu, she has no objection. It's OK to cook rice porridge with it. At noon, this meal of steamed buns is naturally very delicious. For steamed buns the size of palms, the eldest child ate three directly and drank a bowl of rice porridge. Two children also ate three, but small rice porridge can only drink half a bowl. After all, Sanwa is still a little small, even if she has no heart, but she still eats two steamed buns and half a bowl of rice porridge. Lin Qinghe can catch up with a lot of them. Lin Qinghe has only one steamed bun and two bowls of rice porridge. She still likes to drink more rice porridge. As for the fried cabbage bun, she's just so. Zhou's father and Zhou's mother ate a lot. They were very old and strong. They were not taking three of them. But Lin Qinghe knew that they were not enough to eat. One of them took another. After eating like this, there are not many steamed buns left in the morning. Zhou Qingbai came back more than one o'clock in the afternoon. Lin Qinghe warmed the rest of the steamed buns for him and put a piece of hot rice porridge for him. Five big steamed buns, almost two bowls of small rice porridge are in the stomach. There are eight steamed buns left in the morning, which is definitely not enough to eat. Mother Zhou thinks it's so beautiful. I don't know that her old son and her grandchildren have a lot of fighting power. Lin Qinghe sends Zhou Qingbai in to sleep, and she starts to make noodles. There are only eight steamed buns left. It's almost as good as adding a mushroom pork dumpling. Zhou Qingbai wanted to help, but Lin Qinghe couldn't use him. There are two people who can do this job. Mushrooms have to be soaked in warm water. It's too late to use cold water. It's almost time to wait for the dough. Zhou Qingbai woke up after lying for half an hour. The noodles are still awake. Lin Qinghe sits on the Kang and weaves a sweater. It's for Erwa. It's almost ready. There's only Dawa's left behind. "I've got all the firewood back these days, so let's go for a walk." Said Zhou Qingbai. "All right!" Lin Qinghe's eyes brightened. "Children can't take it." Zhou Qingbai's eyes brightened and her mouth began to smile. "What are you going to do with them? We have to go out and live in the world of two, haven't we? A bunch of light bulbs that didn't survive. " Said Lin Qinghe. Although many words can't be heard, it doesn't mean they can't understand. Zhou Qingbai is in a good mood. "I have to weave out the vest before I leave. You can make dumplings tonight." Said Lin Qinghe. It's easy for Zhou Qingbai to make dumplings. When he was on the team, he would, although his daughter-in-law didn't even ask him to cook after he went home. Zhou's mother came from Xiaosu city when she was over four o'clock. Now she often comes here. It's nice to talk to the old four. I saw Zhou Qingbai cutting the stuffing. "How can I make dumplings?" Asked the mother of Zhou. "I ate a lot of steamed buns. I didn't eat enough at night. Qinghe asked me to pack some." Said Zhou Qingbai. "Where is Qinghe?" Asked the mother of Zhou. "She is knitting a sweater for Erwa." Zhou Qingbai said. "It's not easy to take care of your father and son." Zhou's mother also told the truth. She can see all the things she comes here from time to time. It's said that the old four are at home all day. In fact, it's really not empty when they come down all day. Every time she came here, she saw the old four's at the bottom of their shoes, knitting sweaters, or mowing the grass in the backyard, or the old son who had been busy outside for a day came back to eat. Zhou Qingbai nodded: "it's really not easy for Qinghe. Niang, I will go out with Qinghe in a few days. It will take about seven or eight days. Then you can let dad come to live at home and take care of their brothers." "Where are you going?" Mother Zhou was shocked. "We're going to Beijing, but don't tell me." Said Zhou Qingbai. "What are you doing there?" Mother Zhou could not help saying. "Go and check yourself." Zhou Qingbai has already made up his mind. Sure enough, as soon as he said it, Zhou's mother immediately understood it, and whispered, "how can Qinghe have a problem with his body? Some of them are like you, you can't think of something you don't know?"
