"That's great, my sister will be a teacher in our school in the future, and I can go to school and go home with my sister every day."

Ruan Qingyun, who was confirmed by Ruan Yongshan, immediately jumped up and happily lay on the table and wrote his homework.

Ruan Yongshan lit the smoke pot, and after taking two puffs, he suddenly remembered something.

He quickly extinguished the smoke pot, took out the key and opened the drawer of the Eight Immortals table near him, and took out an envelope made of paper paste from the homework book.

"Dad, isn't this the letter my sister left last night? Do you want to pay it back to your sister? ”

"No, no——, um."

Ruan Yongshan's words were a little stumbling, and his hands trembled a little and put the letter in his pocket, "You do your homework well, and ask your sister more questions in the future." ”

It's a shame that this kid went in time last night, otherwise if they had seen the letter at dawn, their daughter would have really been gone.

After Ruan Qingyun answered, he buried himself in his homework again.

Ruan Yongshan picked up the cigarette pot and walked out of the hall, glanced in the direction of the kitchen, turned around and walked towards the utility room south of Qingping's house on the west side.

There was a large utility room, with coal and some buds and cores piled against the south wall, as well as some split firewood.

There is a kang hole at the bottom of the wall near this side of Qingping's house, and the wheat barley in the kang hole is about to burn out.

Nguyen Vinh Son took the letter out of the 'envelope', read it again, then lit the letter and envelope with a match and threw them into the kang cave.

Letters and envelopes were soon turned to ashes.

Ruan Yongshan, who was not at ease, picked up the shovel standing on the edge of the kang cave, stirred the ashes in the kang cave, and made sure that he could not see the ashes of the paper inside, and then put down the shovel and walked out of the utility room.

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Throw the chopped artichoke into a pot of boiling water, boil the sand, and then use the cornmeal mixed with sorghum flour and the dough into the pot with chopsticks, and wait until it is cooked, and then add your own scalding water, which is the syrup soup for dinner.

At Qingping's insistence, Zhou Xiumei mixed the originally only big bowl of pheasant soup with some boiling water and divided it into four halves.

As for the chicken inside, Zhou Xiumei only gave Ruan Qingyun a small portion, and the others insisted on letting Qingping eat it.

Although the life of Qingchuan Village is still passable, the habit of eating thick when busy and eating thin when idle has been maintained.

The cornmeal mixed with sorghum flour was a little suffocating, but Qingping, who was eating with her father and younger brother, felt as if she had returned to her childhood, and the pulp lumps in her mouth were extremely sweet.

After eating, Zhou Xiumei insisted on placing Qingping on the kang in her own house, and then went to work.

Qingping hadn't sorted out her thoughts yet, and after a while, she heard the sound of Zhou Xiumei filling the kang hole (burning the kang) under her.

Feeling that the kang that was originally just warm under her was getting hotter and hotter, Qingping fell asleep in happiness and comfort.

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As early as five years ago, several nearby villages were connected to electricity, because Qingchuan Village was the closest to the hydropower station, and the family courtyard of the Hydropower Engineering Bureau was built on the open hilly area on the other side of the river, so Qingchuan Village became the first village in Qingchuan Township to be connected to electricity.

However, the electric lights are easy to use, but they also cost money, so when it gets dark, every family in the village turns off the lights early in order to save a few electricity bills.

The lights in Qingping's house were still on, and Zhou Xiumei sat on the edge of the kang closest to the twenty-five-watt light bulb, leaning against the wall, and quickly holding the soles of her shoes in her hands.

Ruan Yongshan sat cross-legged on the kang and smoked the pot.