The capital city is in turmoil.
But there was no Internet in that era, and there were not even newspapers. Information dissemination was relatively slow, and it did not cause a sensation for the time being.
Li Qingzhi knew nothing about what was happening in the capital.
That day, Li Qingxue got up early.
In his previous life, when he was in high school, he always thought that getting up at six in the morning was too much, but now...
He woke up around five in the morning when it was still dark.
Chongcheng County is really cold in winter. They cover themselves with two quilts, and Jin Xiaoye even puts their clothes in between the two quilts.
Li Qingzhi lay in bed for a while before he found some clothes to put on and went downstairs to make breakfast.
Li Laogen was old and slept less, so he got up earlier than Li Qingzhi. Zhao Xiaodou slept in the same room with him and was used to getting up early. At this moment, Li Laogen had gone out to drink tea. Zhao Xiaodou saw Li Qingzhi and said, "Brother, I'll light the fire for you!"
"Thank you, Xiaodou." Li Qingzhi said.
After living in their home for a year, Zhao Xiaodou gained some weight and grew taller.
He studied under Li Xiucai, but his learning was not very fast. His progress was about the same as Li Ermao's, but not as good as Li Damao's.
But he didn't care at all... Under Zhao Laosan's education, he always regarded himself as a servant of Li Damao and Li Ermao.
Many of the people who studied under Li Xiucai came from well-off families and had servants. However, their servants could not study with them, and they could not eat the same food as their masters.
He is different!
Not only can he study, but he also eats the same food as Li Damao and Li Ermao. Li Damao and Li Ermao usually play with him and don't treat him as a slave...
He is very satisfied with his current life.
Zhao Xiaodou lit the fire skillfully and controlled the temperature according to Li Qingzhi's requirements.
When the weather gets cold, there is no need to worry about rice going bad if left overnight. Li Qingzhi specially made some extra rice last night and planned to make fried rice with egg this morning.
He took out the pork he bought yesterday, put the fat into the pot first to boil out the lard, scooped out the lard residue and part of the lard, then put in the diced lean meat, fried it and poured in the egg liquid, then put in the rice, and finally sprinkled with chopped green onions... the fragrant egg fried rice is ready.
The aroma of fried rice spread far away. Li Damao and Li Ermao, who didn't want to get up because it was cold, gritted their teeth, put on their clothes and went downstairs: "Dad, is it time to eat?"
Li Qingzhi said: "We have to wait a little longer, the soup is not ready yet."
In addition to egg fried rice, Li Qingzhi also made a vegetable soup. Put the lard and lard residue scooped out earlier in another pot, pour in the vegetables, stir-fry briefly, add water and boil, and it becomes a vegetable soup.
He served Li Damao, Li Ermao and Zhao Xiaodou each a bowl of fried rice, and also gave them each a bowl of vegetable soup.
All three children like to eat fried rice with egg, but don’t like vegetable soup, so they eat the vegetable soup together first, and then eat the fried rice with egg happily.
Li Qingzhi ate slowly, taking a mouthful of soup and a mouthful of rice.
After they finished eating, Li Qingzhi said to Jin Xiaoye, "Xiaoye, there are still three bowls of egg fried rice in the pot. Take them to Mao'er and the others."
The female workers at the Jinye Embroidery Workshop have been learning to read for some time.