Seeing such a dirty family door, it's too unpleasant.

Since he thought about it, Qin Mo dragged the big broom placed outside the house, pinched it in his hand, held the handle that was almost a person tall, and swept it around the yard one by one.

When the weather turns cooler, the mud is always wet in the autumn season.

Rao swept like this, and the ground was still not clean, but for Qin Mo. I can only think in my heart, this is the only way.

*

For dinner, Qin Mo took two of the mushrooms that had been picked back to dry a few months ago hanging on the beams of the house, and soaked them in water in advance, while he took a basin, filled it with flour, added water, kneaded it with his hands, and prepared the kang flatbread tonight.

The dough is topped with chopped mushrooms and fried in oil, so it is delicious.

Sister. Seeing that Qin Mo was busy, Xiangxiang, who was playing on the side, hurriedly moved a small bench over and asked her sister who was standing by the stove to sit.

Seeing Xiangxiang's sensible and considerate nature, Qin Mo was naturally comfortable in his heart, and after hammering his waist, which was indeed a little sore, he sat down.

Five cakes, golden with the shell of sesame oil crisp, Qin Mo's hands are turning in the pot one by one, beating the cakes, in fact, there are some things that he has not done before, and he watched by himself when his mother was cooking, but after so many days of practice, he got started faster and faster.

After frying the cakes, Qin Mo thought about cooking white rice porridge in his head again.

Sister. Xiangxiang smelled the fragrance, so she kept pressing the stove, twisting her body beside her, shaking her head, unwilling to leave.

Qin Mo used a wooden shovel to warp a ripe one, and then put it on the stove for Xiangxiang.

I know that this little girl is greedy.

Then, the rest of the cakes are still in the pan and fried sizzlingly.

*

When the sun set, the men of the Chen family came, and Qin Mo had already eaten dinner.

White rice porridge with steamed buns.

The man of the Chen family was barefoot when he came, carrying a pair of back baskets with bricks on his back, and his clothes were dirty.

Even a few hangs of rags fell from his arms.

Although it is labor, it is very hard every day, but there is a lot of food, the women of the Chen family must be virtuous and able to run the house, but the muscles on the man's arm are very strong.

The man walked barefoot from the mud courtyard, touched his slightly dirty face with his hand, and came over, as if he was watching what Qin Mo's family was eating.

Qin Mo and Xiangxiang both held bowls and set up small benches to eat at the door, and on the other bench, there were a few crispy golden oil buns in the large pottery bowl.

Qin Mo didn't know what this man from the Chen family was doing at first.

Because the man of the Chen family I knew before was not so bold, and he was very honest and obedient.

But I don't know why I did it all of a sudden this time.

As a result, I saw the gruel of flowers in Qin Mo's bowl.

The thick black and yellow face leaked a mouthful of yellow teeth, but he smiled meaningfully at Qin Mo.

Then the head honestly retracted again.

turned around and walked directly to the outside of the stove, like the back eaves of Qin Mo's house.

is already an old craftsman, and he can tell where to put the tools.

The machete was secretly placed in the wooden bucket at the back of the house by Qin Mo, and covered it with a rotten hat.

Swish. Swish. Swish. The bamboo forest was behind the eaves, and in a moment I heard the sound of bamboo falling.

Bang bang bang. The sound of picking bamboo branches.

And Qin Mo was still confused because of the Chen family's man's movement of turning his head to look at the bowl just now.

I pinched the chopsticks with my fingers and was stunned for two seconds before I wondered if this man was hungry.

I cooked meat here last time, probably guessed that the food of Qin Mo's family was not bad, so I came to take a look.

Hmm. Sister. Delicious...

Xiangxiang chewed the dry bun in her mouth, her mouth was full of dregs of oily cakes, and her vermilion mouth was more bright red by oil, which was particularly cute and pitiful.

Qin Mo looked at the clay bowl that she had tilted down from her hand, the rice porridge had been eaten, and she only held half of the bun in her hand and was eating it while making movements.

Qin Mo looked at her, and it was estimated that during this time, the food at home was too good.

It seems that I haven't eaten boiled wild vegetables in white water for a long time and still can't eat enough, so now I pick up the dry buns and play while eating.

But Qin Mo also knew that after all, Xiangxiang was such a big person, such a big belly, and he had eaten a bun at the beginning because of his greed.

Now that she has eaten a big bowl of gruel, she is stunned how can she eat it, it is still a child.

Qin Mo looked at her and estimated that she was really tired of eating this dry bun tonight.

But thinking about the man surnamed Chen at that time, as soon as he came to see Qin Mo's meal, he probably wanted to eat it too.

Since he thought about it like this, he made a total of five buns, Xiangxiang took two, and there was still half of it in his hand that he hadn't finished eating, so Qin Mo felt full after eating one.

There are two left in the bowl.

The taste of this steamed bun fried in oil is not bad, Qin Mo is willing to put oil, for example, now pick up these two buns, there is still a circle of oil at the bottom of the clay bowl...

Qin Mo carefully picked up the little bit of oil and the bowl and took it to the kitchen at once.

I took the two dried buns again, and the little bit I touched with my fingers was wrapped in wild vegetable leaves.

Then, with a step, he twisted his waist and walked towards the back eaves.

Pedal, pedal, pedal....

The machete neatly picked at those bamboo branches, and the man saw Qin Mo walk in, and saw that she was holding a round golden thing in her hand.

At first glance, it seemed that the attention was never taken away.

His hands were still shaving those bamboo branches, but his eyes were looking at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo knew that the man surnamed Chen had already seen her when she came in just now, and she also knew that these two cakes were still not easy for these ordinary villagers now. But he just stepped forward.

Come, Brother Chen, let's work for a day. Eat something....

Qin Mo smiled gently, and there was nothing else in his eyes.

When the man saw Qin Mo say this, his expression actually condensed slightly.

seems to be a little hesitant to what is going on, and whether to take it again or not.

Next, I always feel that I am a big man, how can I come to a little girl's house to work, and eat other people's things, and obviously I want to calculate the salary.

But, don't take it, indeed, this year, there have been disasters everywhere, every household is very tight, it would be good to eat white flour gruel every meal, such a solid cake, that family dares to eat like this, and it will collapse in two days? !

I thought about it, but I hesitated whether I should take it.

Alas. Qin Mo saw that he didn't move, his stunned expression, simple, or how to talk about honest croppers. I want it but don't dare to take it. So he made a generous appearance.

After a sigh, Brother Chen, I have known each other for a long time, what are you polite about. It's really out of sight.

After hearing Qin Mo say this, the man raised his black and red face again, and when he raised it, the rags in his hand wiped the sweat on his forehead, and wiped his hands on his pants, looking clumsy, laughing

Then you're in for a treat...