Li Cuilian heard Li Chunjiao's voice, picked up a broom and drove a few chickens to the backyard, and the grain on the ground was also shoveled into the dustpan by Li Cuilian and poured into the backyard, before she came over and opened the courtyard door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Li Cuilian is a cautious person, even if it is her cousin, she does not want people to see her feed the chickens with grain. In the present era, which household does not lack food? Some families in the village even eat rice bran when they don't have enough food.

Zhou Hongming had already told Li Cuilian that he should not be superficial in his life, and that his family would eat meat once a month! If others saw that their family's life was so moist, maybe how many people would be red-eyed!

Li Cuilian felt that Zhou Hongming was right, although there was no shortage of food at home, and she could feed the chickens and eat some grain, but it was best not to let people see it, so Li Cuilian would open the yard door after feeding the chickens every morning.

"Chunjiao, why do you have time to come?" As soon as Li Cuilian opened the courtyard door, she saw Li Chunjiao smiling and stammering. To tell the truth, Li Chunjiao is really ugly, with a collapsed nose and small eyes, and both eyes have become thin slits when he laughs.

"Sister Cuilian, I'll send you some cabbage and carrots. Li Chunjiao carried the basket to Li Cuilian and sent it to her. Asking for others, Li Chunjiao has always been generous.

"Ouch! I was about to go to your vegetable field at noon to cut a cabbage, yesterday Hong Ming bought some fried tofu and served it with cabbage, that taste is really amazing. Li Cuilian saw Li Chunjiao's basket full of vegetables, and was a little satisfied with Li Chunjiao's eyes, but her mouth was modest: "Just give me a cabbage, and you can take the rest back to the children to eat!"

"Sister Cuilian, I planted it myself, and I didn't spend any money, I took it all, but I didn't want to take it back. Li Chunjiao was polite in her mouth, but she secretly muttered in her heart: Phew! Is it too much? Not too little.

Li Chunjiao's vegetable plot, to put it bluntly, was planted for Li Cuilian. Usually, Li Cuilian has something missing when cooking, so she goes to Li Chunjiao's vegetable field to get it. Li Chunjiao has always stammered Li Cuilian, wishing that Li Cuilian had a closer relationship with her, and Li Chunjiao could still give a few dishes.

"Chunjiao, thank you then. Li Cuilian watched Li Chunjiao carry the heavy basket in her hand into the kitchen, and couldn't help but smile a big smile on her face. The weather was cold, Li Cuilian really didn't want to go out, went to the vegetable field to cut vegetables, and had to paste a layer of mud on the soles of her feet. Li Chunjiao sent a basket of vegetables, and she could cook several meals.

Li Chunjiao came to the kitchen familiarly, put down the basket full of dishes, and asked casually: "Sister Cuilian, where is my brother-in-law?"

"That dead ghost, I was busy at the team headquarters until midnight last night, and I was still sleeping!" Although Li Cuilian said that she was complaining, the smile on her face couldn't be stopped. After the distribution of grain, what is the surplus in the brigade, and it is not that a few heads have secretly disappeared? Last night, Zhou Hongming went home and handed Li Cuilian a large stack of gross tickets. Li Cuilian hasn't counted it yet, and it is estimated that there are at least dozens of pieces.

"My brother-in-law is capable, but he has to work harder. Li Chunjiao tried to find out what she wanted to know, breathed a sigh of relief, and complimented Li Cuilian a few more words.

"Alas, there are so many families in our Zhoujia Village, and your brother-in-law is a real person, so he can be regarded as heartbroken for everyone. Li Cuilian also took the opportunity to praise her husband's "great achievements".

Zhou Hongming is regarded as a son inheriting his father's business, Zhou Hongming's father has been the village chief in Zhoujia Village for more than 20 years, and when he was old two years ago, when he was about to retire, he pushed his eldest son Zhou Hongming to the position of village head. Therefore, under the deterrence of Father Zhou's aftermath, Zhou Hongming's village chief still did quite smoothly.

Li Chunjiao knew what she wanted to know, and chatted with Li Cuilian for a few more words before carrying an empty basket home.

Zhao Yunxiang's mother and son had a rare lazy sleep, and when it was almost nine o'clock, the mother and son got up.

"Mom, I love to see you when I open my eyes in the morning. Zhou Yuanyuan stared intently at Zhao Yunxiang braiding her long braids, and said this deliberately.

"Mom, so am I. I love seeing my mom and my sister. Zhou Jiasheng thought about it and added Zhou Yuanyuan to it.

"Da Sheng, Xiao Jiu, you say that you like your mother now, and you will definitely dislike your mother and old woman when you grow up. Zhao Yunxiang rarely joked with the children.

"No, no, no. Zhou Jiasheng's head shook like a rattle.

"Mom, my brother and I will always like you, very much. Zhou Yuanyuan's sweet and glutinous voice was also helping.

"Good boy. Zhao Yunxiang's heart was full of sweetness. In the Zhou family, she was so angry with her mother-in-law, and the two children were the source of warmth and strength in Zhao Yunxiang's heart.

The mother and son were warm and affectionate, and there was a "clang" sound from the backyard. followed by Wu Jinfeng's high voice: "Dead plague chicken, a thousand knives, you know how to eat and sleep all day long, and if you anger the old lady, I will let you go to the stew pot tomorrow." ”

Several hens were frightened by the sound of Wu Jinfeng's beating and beating, and they were so frightened that they "clucked" and flew around.

"Grandma, what are you doing?" Zhou Miaomiao couldn't help but feel a little strange when she saw Wu Jinfeng holding an egg in one hand and an iron rod in the other, and a few chicken feathers on her head.

Since Zhao Yunxiang returned to her parents' house, Wu Jinfeng has been busy with family affairs for more than a month, and she has not been so vigorous for a long time.

Zhou Miaomiao looked at the egg in Wu Jinfeng's hand and swallowed saliva, somehow, as long as Zhou Miaomiao saw the egg during this time, she remembered the frangipani that Zhou Yuanyuan ate that morning. That smells so good・・・・・・

"Pick up eggs. Wu Jinfeng rolled her eyes angrily. Since Zhao Yunxiang married into the Zhou family, over the years, several chickens have been taken care of by Zhao Yunxiang, and Zhao Yunxiang has also picked up the eggs laid by several hens every day and honestly handed them over to Wu Jinfeng.

After Zhao Yunxiang returned to her parents' house, Wu Jinfeng had no choice but to take over the work of taking care of a few hens. This egg is also picking up fewer and fewer eggs day by day, if it weren't for the fact that she only picked up one egg every day these days, Wu Jinfeng was afraid that she would scold Zhao Yunxiang for not taking good care of her chickens.

Wu Jinfeng didn't suspect that someone in the family secretly picked up the eggs and didn't hand them over, but she only had one pair of eyes, and there were so many children and grandchildren in the family, and she didn't see anyone who took it, so she couldn't say.

"Grandma, can you give me this egg?" Zhou Miaomiao looked at the egg in Wu Jinfeng's hand again and again, but still couldn't help but ask.

"Go, go, kids, what eggs to eat. Wu Jinfeng stretched his face and became impatient with Zhou Miaomiao's blinding behavior.

"Grandma, if you give me eggs to eat, I'll tell you a secret. The gluttony in Zhou Miaomiao's stomach overcame her reason and whispered.