The next day, Li Dahua made a fish porridge for Song Baoxuan to drink in the morning, and the others' breakfast was corn porridge, which was boiled with broken corn and some brown rice, and then there was a dried radish and dried bamboo shoots.

Chen Meili drooled a little when she thought about yesterday's fish, and she became even more greedy when she looked at Song Baoxuan's fish porridge.

"Mother still has so many fish left last night, why don't you cook some today"

"Eat, eat, eat, I want to eat all day, I just cooked fish last night and want to eat it this morning, why don't you die beautifully, who eats meat every day?"

Chen Meili lowered her head and drank porridge, pursed her lips, she couldn't ask herself, she didn't want to give Song Baoxuan that stinky girl.

After breakfast, the family is going to work, and Song Zhaodi and Song Qiu are going to the river to wash the clothes that the family changed yesterday.

The two of them are quite good, and many girls in the village have to wash their clothes early in the morning, then cook breakfast, and finally go to work with their families.

Now the patriarchy is too serious, and I always feel that raising a daughter is for others to raise for nothing, and when I raise it, I will go to work for other people's families and help serve other people's parents.

This kind of thinking is difficult to correct, some families are slightly better to their daughters, while others are completely harsh, starvation and beating are common, and the most work and the least food are eaten.

Song Baoxuan will wash her underwear first after taking a bath, she is not used to others washing her underwear.

Song Qiu was always too lazy when he washed his clothes, and he just put some laundry detergent and rubbed it a few times, and Song Zhaodi could only silently wash Song Qiu's washed clothes again.

Otherwise, when they go back, the family will find that the clothes are not clean, and they will be the ones who will be scolded.

When Song Zhaodi washed Song Baoxuan's clothes, she found that there were things in the pocket of her clothes, and she took it out to see that it was a pink head rope, a cute rabbit on it, and a box of alabaster.

She knew that this was alabaster because it was this that she usually bought for her little aunt, and it looked exactly the same.

Song Qiu had nothing to do and picked a few flowers by the river and put them in his hair, feeling that he was very beautiful.

If she could wear beautiful clothes, she would definitely look better than her little aunt.

Song Qiu saw Song Zhaodi holding something in his hand in a blink of an eye, so he asked her.

"Sister, what are you holding in your hand?"

"This is something that my little aunt left behind, she forgot to take it out of the bag, and we will give it back to her when we go back"

Song Qiu came to Song Zhaodi's side in a hurry.

"Sister, show me what it is?"

“… Then you have to be careful, don't break it."

"Got it, don't worry"

Song Qiu took the alabaster and head rope from Song Zhaodi's hand, she looked left and right, and the more she looked, the more she liked it.

I also tied my hair with a head rope, which suited me too well.

Brother Song Zhaodi watched Song Qiu tie the head rope to his hair, and hurriedly said.

"Xiaoqiu, quickly untie the little aunt's head rope"

"Sister, I'll try it, it's okay, my little aunt won't know"

Brother Song Zhao is still not at ease, this rope is new at first glance, if the little aunt knows about it, she will definitely be angry!

"Xiaoqiu, you better solve it"

"Okay, sister, do you think this headline is suitable for me?"

"Well, it's beautiful"

"Leave it to me, okay?"

“… No, no, no."

Song Qiu saw Song Zhaodi's shocked expression, and then said with a smile.

"I'm kidding, sister, why are you still serious?"

"That's good, put the things in my pocket, and I'll return them to my little aunt when I get back."

"Sister, things are easy to fall out when you wash clothes in your pocket, let me do this, and I'll return it to my little aunt when I go back."

Brother Song Zhao hesitated for a moment, and then said.

“… Okay, then you have to put it away, don't give it away."

"Got it, got it"

Seeing Song Qiu put things in his pocket, Song Zhaodi continued to wash clothes with confidence.

Song Qiu rubbed a piece of clothing casually a few times, put it aside, and continued to pick flowers.

Song Qiu wanted to make a garland for herself, and she must be very beautiful when she wore it on her head, like a fairy.

Brother Song Zhao didn't say anything, Song Qiu is a younger sister, and she is a sister who needs to take care of her more.