Liu Qiaoer smiled helplessly: "Yes, it's meat. Isn't there a wounded soldier in our family? I killed a chicken raised by my mother-in-law to give him some food. He was injured for the sake of the common people, so I should give a little."
The village chief showed a look of gratitude in his eyes: "You are a cultured person with high awareness. So, if you agree to settle this mother and son, in addition to food and mineral water, I promise to give you two hens. How about that?"
Liu Qiaoer thought about it for a moment and agreed.
After all, even if the village chief didn't send these things, she would probably have to accommodate the young mother. Instead of being forced and having people gossip about her behind her back, it would be better to just go with the flow and agree to ask for more supplies.
After all, she was not from this village. If people knew that she had divorced the man named Wang, she would probably be driven out of the village.
In rural areas, the concept of family is still very strong. Once a daughter-in-law gets married, she is one of the family members, but after she gets divorced, no one knows to whom she belongs anymore.
After agreeing, the village chief immediately rode a tricycle and brought the mother and baby here.
Even so, Liu Qiaoer has her own bottom line.
She still did not let Bao Ma sleep on the second floor, but let Lu Ming sleep on the sofa, and Bao Ma and the child slept in Lu Ming's original room.
The village chief looked at it, opened his mouth, but left without saying anything.
Bao's mother was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry to bother you, but I came here and chased this comrade away, which is a bit embarrassing. Don't you have any vacant rooms on the second floor?"
Liu Qiao'er smiled and said, "No, there is only one room on the second floor, which is where I live. The rest of the room is filled with food."
Bao's mother: "I see your room is so big, how much food is piled up here?"
Liu Qiaoer frowned. This mother was even more tactless than Wang Juan. Why did she ask so many questions
"Not much, just a few bags. It's just that there are no beds in the other rooms. If you'd like to sleep on the floor with the child, I don't mind."
The bedroom on the first floor was previously occupied by a crazy woman. After being tidied up by Liu Qiaoer, it is very comfortable. However, there is no bed on the second floor, which is really uncomfortable. The mother can't really let the child sleep on the floor.
Besides, the mother could still read people's faces. When she saw Liu Qiaoer's face darken, she knew that she had asked too many questions, so she hugged the child and coaxed her.
Taking care of the mother during confinement and the child is much more troublesome than taking care of Lu Ming.
In order to ensure the mother's nutrition, Liu Qiaoer gets up early every morning and cooks a bowl of milk and a poached egg for her, rice with fried meat for lunch, and red dates and white fungus soup in the evening.
Even so, after eating it for two or three days, the mother smacked her lips and felt a little dissatisfied.
"By the way, didn't the village chief send two chickens? Why don't you stew one for me? I don't have much milk, and it's not good to let the baby starve, right?"
Liu Qiaoer smiled coldly: "You think the food is not good? Those two chickens are the reward from the village chief for taking care of you. I am not your mother, and it is not my duty to take care of you. If you want to eat, you can call the village chief and ask him to send two more chickens."
While eating, Lu Ming glanced at Bao Ma for some unknown reason, then at Liu Qiaoer.
Unexpectedly, the mother started to cry: "Comrade, please be fair, what's wrong with me, a mother who just gave birth, eating more good food? I didn't expect her to be so stingy."
Lu Ming pursed his lips, and then pursed his lips again, and couldn't help but said: "Do you know what the situation is like outside now? Some people can't even afford to eat, and she lets you eat so well every day, and you are still not satisfied."
"You are Bao's mother, but your child is not hers, and you have nothing to do with her. It's great that she can take care of you like this. Why are you so picky?"
Liu Qiaoer snorted coldly: "Okay, stew the chicken, right? I'll stew it for you."
In the next two days, Liu Qiaoer stewed both old hens, half a chicken a day. Bao's mother ate them for three or four days in a row and finally vomited.
But in the following days, Liu Qiaoer only had noodle soup every day.
The mother was dissatisfied again: "Why do you eat noodle soup every day? Don't you have anything else to eat?"
Liu Qiaoer replied coldly, "No more. I stewed the chicken I sent you. I wanted to keep it for eggs and give you two a day. Now there are no more chickens, no more eggs, and my family has run out of supplies. Now I only have flour left. If you like it, eat it. If you don't like it, ask the village chief to find you another place to live. I can't afford to serve you anymore."
But the mother was very dissatisfied when she saw the vegetables and meat in Lu Ming's bowl.
She snorted, carried the child into the house, and actually called the village chief to ask him to find another family for her.
The village chief was in a dilemma: "Change? Whose house are you going to change to? Go to the village now and see who still has food. The supplies are almost gone. We have started to limit the food supply here. We only have two meals a day. If you leave her house and go to another place, you will suffer all the consequences yourself."
The mother's emotions are not very stable to begin with, and she feels as if everyone in the world owes her something.
At this time, she didn't think about how to live, but was still angry. You know, no one owes her anything except her man, and her man is missing.
Bao's mother cried for the whole afternoon. The village chief had no choice but to coordinate with the couple next door and planned to let Bao's mother live in their house.
In the evening, the village chief came again.
But Liu Qiaoer didn't let Bao Ma leave so easily.
"She ate my two chickens, half a month's worth of eggs, and a lot of good stuff. Do you want to give it to me, or should I ask her to return it to me?"
The village chief glared at Bao Ma angrily and said, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that you are just staying here for a while, so you should eat whatever they eat. The eggs are for laying eggs, but you ate them all. How can you nourish your body in the future?"
Bao's mother pouted, still very unconvinced: "Is it wrong for me to eat something to supplement my confinement? It's just two chickens, isn't it just staying at his house for a few days? Just calculate how much it is, and I'll give it to her. I'll pay for it."
When she heard that Bao Ma was paying, Liu Qiaoer was not polite at all. She held up a finger and said, "One chicken is 500 yuan, two chickens are 1,000 yuan, and there is also accommodation fee. I will charge you 500 yuan per day, 5,000 yuan for ten days, so you can give me 7,000 yuan in total."
"Actually, I don't like asking for money at all. I prefer to exchange things. Besides money, what else do you have?"
Bao Ma did have a lot of money in her phone, but she never expected prices to be so high, and she thought Liu Qiaoer was cheating her.
"Okay, it's just two chickens, I'll pay you back. Five thousand for accommodation, here you go."
Bao's mother actually transferred 5,000 yuan to Liu Qiaoer.
Then he was sent to Wang Tieshan's house next door by the village chief.
Unexpectedly, that night, a quarrel broke out in the yard next door.
The temperature outside has dropped to more than ten degrees below zero. Liu Qiaoer's house has heating facilities and the yard is an enclosed yard, so it can retain heat well.
After all, there were children at home and Lu Ming, a patient, so Liu Qiaoer lit the fireplace, making the room warm and comfortable.
Maybe her house is too comfortable, making this mother feel the same as before.
But after moving next door, she couldn't stand it anymore and kept complaining about the cold, asking Wang Tieshan and his wife to turn on the heating for her.