Qingping didn't sleep well this night, for a while she was Qin Ping who was hit by a car, for a while she was Qingping who was struggling with cancer, for a while she saw the young Liu Wenyuan, and for a while she saw Liu Wenyuan who was gray-haired and sent to prison.

At about seven o'clock, she was woken up by Ruan Qingyun's knock on the door.

Ruan Qingyun, who was worried, also didn't sleep well all night, and originally said that he would help Qingping prepare for class at night, but her father and mother felt sorry for her and didn't let him wake her up.

I had no choice but to wake up my sister a little earlier, hoping that she would be able to cope with the math class in the morning after taking a look.

"Sister, are you awake?"

"Qingyun, are you going to school?"

Thinking of the fact that she was going to school with Qingyun, Qingping couldn't help but feel excited.

There was no watch, and it was still dark outside, so I couldn't tell what time it was.

"Sister, don't worry, you turn on the lights, I'll come in and tell you about today's class."

"Oh!" She slept so dazed last night that she forgot to prepare for class.

Qingping was stunned, and groped for a while by the wall with the lamp rope in her memory, grabbed the lamp rope and pulled it.

After a click, the dim light bulb lit up.

Qingping hurriedly put on the cotton clothes and pants she had taken off, stepped on her shoes and opened the door.

"Qingyun, come in!"

Ruan Qingyun walked in and closed the door, then took out the math book from the green canvas schoolbag he was carrying.

"Sister, take a look, otherwise you won't be able to teach today's class."

With less than three weeks left in the semester, there's not much left in the math books.

According to the page number that Ruan Qingyun flipped to, Qingping quickly flipped through it.

The content is somewhat different from the content of the fifth grade of primary school in the 90s, but it is simpler.

The key is how to choose the right method for the child in this grade to explain this part of the content clearly.

Qingping found a notebook from the simple writing desk in her room and tore out a piece of paper from it.

After five minutes, her class was ready.

......

In the hall, Ruan Yongshan and Zhou Xiumei had already gotten up, one was busy lighting the fire, and the other was busy preparing the ingredients for breakfast for the injured Qingping.

Zhou Xiumei took out a small cloth bag of millet weighing about three or four catties from the board cabinet standing in front of the underground window, and then took out a small basket containing ten eggs from inside.

She grabbed a handful of millet and put it in a steel pot (steamer), washed it with clean water, and then placed it on the stove that was already burning.

"Baby mother, you put more rice today, Qingping is injured and doesn't eat enough, I'm afraid I won't be able to support it until noon to go home for dinner."

Ruan Yongshan looked at the millet that was not even covered at the bottom of the pot, and sighed faintly in his heart.

Because the children have to go to school, their family insists on boiling some rice soup or cornmeal in the morning, and then the cornmeal nest is on the nest, so that the children can eat as solid as possible.

However, this rice soup and paste do not dare to be too thick, otherwise it will be green and yellow next year.

"Daddy, how many eggs should I beat?"

There are five hens and a rooster in the house, and when the weather is warm, it is fine to be able to pick up three or four eggs a day (with the occasional lazy chicken).

But after winter, it is good to be able to pick up one egg a day.

There are only ten eggs in the basket, and I originally wanted to get together again, and go to the supply and marketing cooperatives to exchange a pound of brown sugar during the Chinese New Year, and wrap a sugar bun for the children to eat.

The rest were still thinking about whether they could add the subsidy that Ruan Yongshan received from the construction site to sew a new dress for Qingping and Qingyun.

"Two of them, one for Qingping and one for Qingyun."

Zhou Xiumei's plan Ruan Yongshan is very clear in his heart, but at present, Qingping's body is still important.

Zhou Xiumei grabbed a small handful of millet again, and added it to the pot after scooping it.