For ordinary people nowadays, what is most happy is not this time
This year is also a bumper harvest on the team. As long as they are diligent, every household can get enough food for the winter.
At the moment all winter wheat has been planted, and the team will be divided into meat, and will be divided again at the end of the year. The common people can also eat a few meals. This day is really beautiful.
Father Zhou and Mother Zhou think so, isn't it the same at other ages in the village
Especially for the elderly who have gone through those three years of famine, it is so happy to have such a peaceful and stable life now.
After the meat is divided, the food at home is indeed a better grade.
Although Lin Qinghe's life was a bit extravagant in people's minds at this time, in fact, the family really didn't eat meat all in one meal.
Even if there is, it's some meat foam or something.
For eggs, they can be eaten every day.
But it's not as good as it is at this time, and it can be upright and let go of the hands and feet.
Early the next morning, Zhou Qingbai rode his bicycle to make firewood again. In the past two days, he had gotten back a lot, and they were all dried in the yard.
Lin Qinghe started making buns with his second and third children, as well as Zhou's mother.
Yesterday’s oil residue was still there. Although the eldest child, the second child and the third baby, had a little bit of it, there was still a lot of it left. Although they were greedy for the oil residue, they knew that they would be used to make steamed buns today. All feel very self-conscious.
Counting days, they haven't eaten meat buns for a long time.
In Lin Qinghe's space, there were actually one-third of the meat buns left, and she only occasionally gave their brother three each.
Then they said it was bought from the city, and it was eaten for them only when there was no meat at home.
Zhou Qingbai had eaten it a few times, but after that she gave him something to eat. He never ate it anymore, so she let her eat it by herself.
Lin Qinghe, the daughter-in-law Zhoumu, also knew about it, so she didn't say anything when she knew she was making a bun today.
I started to help after breakfast.
As for Father Zhou, he went out to chat with others, but asked when he would come back for lunch before going out.
He likes white bread too tightly.
Because of Zhou's father and Zhou's mother, Lin Qinghe did more, but because of the limited oil residue, he didn't do a lot.
Probably enough for one meal.
"Enough for two meals. I'm cooking some porridge to accompany it. Save some for the evening." Zhou Mu said.
According to Lin Qinghe, it was enough to eat steamed buns at noon. At night, she wanted to make mushroom dumplings, but she didn't object to Zhou's mother.
It's okay to cook the millet porridge with it.
This lunch of steamed buns was naturally very fragrant. The eldest ate three palm-sized steamed buns and drank a bowl of millet porridge.
The second baby also ate three, but only half a bowl of millet porridge.
Sanwa was still a little too young, even if she had the intention, but she still ate two buns and a half bowl of millet porridge.
Large quantities can catch up with Lin Qinghe, Lin Qinghe has only one bun and two bowls of millet porridge.
She still likes to drink more millet porridge, as for this oily cabbage steamed bun, then she is really so-so.
Zhou's father and Zhou's mother had eaten a lot, and the two of them were always strong. They originally ate three of them and didn't take them. However, Lin Qinghe knew that the two of them didn't have enough food, and each of them took another one.
After eating like this, there are not many leftovers left in the buns made in the morning. Zhou Qingbai came back at one o'clock in the afternoon, and Lin Qinghe heated up the rest of the buns for him, and put a piece of the remaining millet porridge for him.
Five big steamed buns, almost two bowls of millet porridge have been eaten.
There are still eight buns left in the morning, which is definitely not enough.
Zhou's mother thought it was so wonderful, she didn't know that her old son and her grandchildren were quite capable of fighting.
Lin Qinghe sent Zhou Qingbai in to sleep, and she began to make noodles.
There are only eight steamed buns left. If there is enough to eat, adding another mushroom and pork dumpling is almost the same.
Zhou Qingbai originally wanted to help, but Lin Qinghe couldn't use him, so there were still two people needed for this.
The mushrooms have to be soaked in warm water. It is too late to use cold water. Waiting for the baking time, it is almost the same.
Zhou Qingbai woke up after lying down for half an hour.
While his face was still awake, Lin Qinghe sat on the edge of the kang knitting a sweater. This was for the second baby. It was almost ready, and the eldest baby was left behind.
"I have brought back all the firewood these days, so let's go out for a walk." Zhou Qingbai said.
"Okay!" Lin Qinghe said with bright eyes.
"Children can't bring it." Zhou Qingbai's eyes lit up when she saw her, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Why do you take them? We have been to the world of two people, right? A bunch of little light bulbs that haven't been safe." Lin Qinghe said.
Although I can't hear many words, it doesn't mean I can't understand. Zhou Qingbai is in a good mood.
"I have to knit the eldest baby's vest before I leave. You can make dumplings tonight." Lin Qinghe said.
Making dumplings is simple for Zhou Qingbai. He would do it when he was on the team, although his wife never asked him to cook after returning home.
Zhou's mother came here after four o'clock in the package, and now she comes here often, and it's pretty good to talk to the old four.
I saw Zhou Qingbai chopping stuffing.
"Why do you still make dumplings?" Zhou Mu asked.
"I ate a lot of steamed stuffed buns, and I didn't have enough to eat at night, so Qinghe asked me to make some." Zhou Qingbai said.
"Where is Qinghe?" Zhou Mu asked.
"She is knitting a sweater for the second baby." Zhou Qingbai said.
"It's really not easy to take care of your father and son." Zhou's mother also said the truth.
She can see it when she comes here often. The fourth family said that they are at home all day long, but in fact, it is really not available at the end of the day.
Every time she came over, she would either see the fourth family’s shoe soles, or knitting sweaters, or grazing the grass in the backyard, or else she was preparing to eat for her old son who had been working outside for a day to come back to eat.
Zhou Qingbai nodded: "Qinghe is indeed not easy, mother, I have to go out with Qinghe in a few days. It will take about seven or eight days. At that time, please let Dad come and stay at home, and take care of the eldest baby and his brothers. ."
"Where are you going?" Zhou Mu was shocked.
"We are going to Beijing, but mother, don't tell me." Zhou Qingbai said.
"Why are you going there?" Zhou Mu couldn't help asking.
"Go and check your body." Zhou Qingbai had already figured out what to say.
Sure enough, as soon as he said, Zhou's mother immediately understood, and whispered: "How can Qinghe have a physical problem? The eldest baby and the others are all like you. You can't think of some, don't you know?"