"Isn't there not much food left for the benefactor?" Seeing Xie Ziqing go out, Wen Ling quietly asked 233.

After 233 tested it in all directions, he spoke: "There is really not much, about one hundred and twenty catties, if he eats alone, don't eat too much every day, he can barely last until he gets new food." ”

There are still many months left before the new food is delivered.

The new grain will not be harvested until the end of July or early August.

It's only April, and it's almost four months to go.

One hundred and twenty catties, an average of thirty catties in a month.

Nowadays, the food supply for the workers in the city, not heavy industry, is about this amount a month.

However, the workers still have wage subsidies, but Xie Ziqing only has these grains.

Rao was so difficult, but he still took out white rice to cook porridge for him to eat.

"The benefactor is so good." At this time, the little ginseng essence quietly licked Xie Ziqing.

233 means I'm used to it.

Xie Ziqing was very fast, and went to tell the team leader, it was almost four o'clock at this time, and it was okay to get off work, so I would miss a few points.

For Xie Ziqing, work is life, work is rations, and he has no other skills.

But I don't know why, after thinking about the delicate little girl at home, Xie Ziqing felt that these jobs were nothing.

I was even a little annoyed that I had sold all my previous eggs and changed them for my family.

Otherwise, you can boil two eggs for the little girl to eat.

The little girl was thin and her face was not very good-looking.

Once upon a time in the city, he must have been pampered and raised.

Now he has to come here to suffer and suffer.

Xie Ziqing hurried all the way.

When he went back, Xie Baozhu's matter had already been resolved.

Although Uncle Xie has been tearing up with people endlessly, this matter really has nothing to do with Xie Baozhu.

Not only that, Uncle Xie cleaned up and went back to the field, and fell again, it is said that the fall was quite bad, and she was at the health center at this time.

Xie Ziqing didn't care much, his house was a little out of the way, in the westernmost part of the village.

There are two small mud rooms, one for sleeping and one for the kitchen.

When Xie's mother was still there, Xie's mother slept on the small kang, and Xie Ziqing used a board every day to build it and slept in the hall.

After Xie's mother passed away, Xie Ziqing slept on the kang.

In fact, the conditions are quite hard, the house is still short, Xie Ziqing is in the house, and he has to walk with his head down.

When she came back, Wen Ling was still drinking porridge, and the little girl drank very slowly, shaking her calves constantly.

Xie Ziqing looked at the red potion on it, it should be dry, and now it is still cold in spring.

As soon as he returned, he whispered, "Put your socks on, it's still cold." ”

"Then you can help me get dressed." As a result, the little girl was close to an inch, and stretched her feet directly in front of him.

Xie Ziqing didn't know if he was lost by the fox spirit today or what.

It was supposed to be a refusal, but he actually squatted down so naturally, then took the socks that were put aside and put them on for Wen Ling, not only that, but also put on the small blackboard shoes.

After doing all this, Xie Ziqing realized what he had done impulsively.

The whole person froze there, not knowing what to do.

Is it responsible?

The little girl had muttered before, but where did he deserve it??

is both parents, how can a mud-legged person like him deserve to be a little princess from the city like her?