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Because it was the first time to participate in such a game, Tian Qingqing kept silent during the whole process, using a headache as a cover. Try not to say what you can, just look with your eyes, remember by heart, and understand the entertainment activities of children and teenagers during this period, so as to blend in with them and not spill soup and water when you participate.

In his heart, he was upset for Deng Yongfang, who ran back: in another ten years, there will be no dimensional theory, why do you still put such a big hat on a little girl's head and run through her every move?!

When the sun shines red in the west, the girls go home to cook.

This was the case in the countryside during this period: when adults participated in the team, children of seven or eight years old would boil porridge and porridge for adults, and adults would have a hot meal to eat when they entered the door. Although the simple one couldn't be simpler, the adults were very satisfied. The materials are poor, and even adults can't fry meat and vegetarian food.

The boys were in the yard with their heads open, throwing their heels, chasing and frolicking. It wasn't until it got dark that the adults called him back.

Tian Miaomiao fell asleep in the middle of the day, and was in good spirits at this time. Tian Qingqing called Tian Youchun back and asked him to look at her, and she went to the edge of the courtyard to dig a basket of dandelions, ready to choose under the lamp at night. Then mix cornmeal with shredded radish and steam a basket of vegetables.

When he was in his hometown, it was Tian Lu's family who picked up the pot, and Tian Qingqing just sat on the fire, but it didn't seem so difficult. Now that she's alone, it's hard to pick up the pot – because she's too short to reach the pot. If you pinch the nest outside and then put it in the pot, you can't hold the big pot drawer.

There was no way, so she had to step on a small bench, stand outside the stove, put the pot drawer in first, and then put the pinched nest head on it.

When making gruel, according to Tian Lu's practice, you only need to stir some grits (ingredients for making porridge, such as cornmeal) into the pot water (the water left in the pot of steamed dry grain), which saves firewood and trouble. Tian Qingqing, who was a man of the third generation, understood that the water that had been boiled repeatedly was harmful to the human body, so he cleaned the water in the remaining pot, poured the water again, and made half a pot of cornmeal and carrot porridge. I cut a plate of pickle gnocchi sent by Tian Wu at noon.

At the end of the evening (when the members came back from the fields), seven or eight women came, all of whom were working with Hao Lanxin in the south of the village. By the way, I turned a corner. It is not a trivial matter to be kicked out by the old man and live in the courtyard house. Even if you can't talk about it in the past, come and see it and show your concern.

Tian Qingqing knew all these people and knew what to call them, so he greeted people one by one.

The eldest aunt He Yuwen and the second aunt Wang Hongmei also came.

As soon as Wang Hongmei entered the door, she lifted the basin to look at the wool pot (clay pot) and looked at the things in the house side by side. That's what she has to do, if she doesn't look at how much food is in someone's urn and how much noodles are in the wool jar, she feels like something is missing.

"A big family gave you this little thing? Old pick! Wang Hongmei pursed her lips and looked at Hao Lanxin with her eyes and said.

Hao Lanxin smiled, glanced at He Yuwen again, and didn't say anything.

The two concubines both know that in front of the second family, don't say that the old man is not. Even if you cater to her casually, it will quickly reach the ears of your mother-in-law. Even what she said and what you said, all the brains were pressed on you. After the two of them got up, she watched the excitement on the sidelines and said yin and yang. A typical two-faced and trouble-stirring master. Both concubines have suffered her losses.

When people saw this "home" so simple, they sighed and comforted. picked up Tian Qingqing's hand again and looked at it backwards. Seeing that there was indeed no burn, they all praised it curiously. Asked her if it hurt at the time?! Afraid?! Tian Qingqing pursed her lips and shook her head - since the matter has happened and has attracted people's attention, let's pretend to be tender! The more tender, the better.

People shook off here, said a few words of comfort, and then left—it was not early, and no one at home had to cook until they had to go back and cook it.

When Tian Dalin returned to his "home" after work (sometimes in order to catch up, the captain asked the female members to go back to cook dinner first, and the male members worked for a while.) Husbands and wives work at the same time, and male members generally have no objections. It's already dark. There is no back window in the courtyard house, and the front window is also nailed with wooden strips, and the window paper pasted on it (thicker, rougher, and stronger than white ~ pink paper), and the inside of the house is darker than the outside.

Tian Qingqing lit the kerosene lamp, and there was a glimmer of light in the room.

The yard is outside the village, and it is usually not used, and when the wheat is over in autumn, the team is temporarily pulled for lighting. In order to prevent accidents, put away the wires after autumn (wheat). Tian Dalin lived here temporarily, so he didn't let the team pull the wires, and just lit the kerosene lamps for more than a month.

Tian Qingqing asked her brother Tian Youqiu to help put the dining table on the bed outside, serve the meal, and the family sat on the bed and ate dinner with the dim oil lamp.

Since tonight was the second meal and the first meal she cooked, Hao Lanxin did not give her family dry food, and she could eat as much as she wanted. Indulging in a meal is not going to be poor, and it is auspicious.

Hao Lanxin looked at the dishes on the dinner table, the rice was rice, and there was a rare and dry dinner, and she was happy and sad in her heart. I am happy that the eldest daughter can not only cook at a young age, but also steam the head of the vegetable nest, and if there is an emergency in the future, there is no need to worry about the hungry children at home. The sad thing is that the mother-in-law is too ruthless in employing people, and the seven-year-old child is allowed to do everything, and he is adjusted to become a little adult.

"Qingqing, when did you learn to steam your nest?" After Hao Lanxin praised her daughter, she asked while eating.

"Grandma won't let me steam (pinch). It's all her steaming (pinching) nest, and I burn the fire. I'm going to see it. ”

No matter how bad Tian Lu's is, Tian Qingqing doesn't want her to bear the charge of abusing children again, because Tian Lu's really hasn't let her do it.

"Qingqing is so smart, just looking at it is steamed so well, it is not worse than my mother's steaming." Hao Lanxin continued to praise.

"Mom. From now on, you don't care, I'll do it. You and Dad will eat when they come back from work. When I have time, I will go and clean up our house, so that we can build it earlier. ”

Tian Dalin raised his head from the edge of the bowl, looked at Tian Qingqing with a smile, and then turned his head to Hao Lanxin beside him and said, "This kid is really thoughtful and has arranged all our work." ”

Hao Lanxin smiled and said, "It's not that you're poor. After speaking, he drank the porridge and never spoke again.

At the dinner table, Tian Youqiu told her friends about coming to play, playing games, and Tian Qingqing's headache and vomiting, Hao Lanxin asked worriedly: "Qingqing, do you still have a headache now?" ”

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Tian Qingqing shook his head and said, "It's just a little painful when you run, but it doesn't hurt if you don't run." ”

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