After Qingping prepared for the lesson, she tore off two more pieces of paper and cut them into several pieces of paper of different shapes.

Ruan Qingyun, who couldn't understand, opened his mouth a few times, but he was afraid of disturbing Qingping, so he didn't ask, but he was full of curiosity about how his sister came to today's class.

Everything was ready, Qingping and Ruan Qingyun went to the hall and washed their faces and brushed their teeth with the hot water prepared by Zhou Xiumei.

Because of the busyness, Qingping (Qin Ping) eats on weekdays as if she is in a hurry.

Therefore, Qingping, who wanted to go to school early, picked up the hot rice bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and drank the fragrant millet porridge with a sigh.

Although the millet porridge without boiled green onions lacks a bit of flavor, because of the mellow aroma of the millet itself, this soup is a little more delicious than last night's pimple soup.

When the soup was about to bottom, Qingping, who saw the round poached eggs, was suddenly stunned.

Her head lifted suddenly, looking at Qingyun, who was sitting across from her, drinking millet soup with relish.

Qingyun's millet porridge is much clearer than his own, and there is no trace of eggs in sight.

"Qingyun, this egg is for you."

Qingping's heart was sour, and she picked up the bowl, ready to put the eggs into Qingyun's bowl.

"Nizi, you eat yours, Qingyun also has it, Qingyun also has it."

In order not to break up the eggs, Zhou Xiumei deliberately boiled the poached eggs before putting them into the millet porridge.

She and Ruan Yongshan drank two bowls of porridge on the corn nest first, and distributed the rest to Qingping and Qingyun.

Because Qingping was sick, Zhou Xiumei deliberately thickened Qingping a little when scooping porridge.

When Qingping and Qingyun were eating, Ruan Yongshan and Zhou Xiumei watched them quietly.

Seeing that Qingping was about to give the eggs to Qingyun, Zhou Xiumei hurriedly got up and stopped her, and her heart that was high because of what Ruan Yongshan said last night also settled down a little at this time, because her Nizi was still the one who loved Qingyun.

"Sister, look, I really have eggs in my bowl, just like yours."

Seeing the eggs that Qingyun pulled up with chopsticks, Qingping sat back with peace of mind and ate the eggs slowly.

However, inexplicably, she always felt a little strange in her heart, and always felt that she was being taken special care in this family.

Qingping, who has never experienced this era, even if she heard her (Qin Ping's) father and mother talk about the situation in this era, she can't imagine how difficult the days are at this time.

The dinner that filled her stomach last night, as well as this morning's millet porridge and poached eggs, made Qingping feel that the life at home was not bad, at least food and clothing should not be a problem.

But when she put the rice bowl into the steel seed pot and saw the bowl used by Ruan Yongshan and Zhou Xiumei inside, which seemed to be as clean as drinking boiled water, she realized how naïve her idea was.

The sky had already lit up, and Qingping, who was sour and sour in her heart, walked out of the house with Qingyun under the eyes of Ruan Yongshan and Zhou Xiumei, and walked down the gentle slope in front of the door, which was about ten meters long.

Looking back at the house with an old earthen wall and thatched roof that should have been built for one or two decades, and then looking at the same courtyard in the village, the corners of Qingping's mouth were filled with bitterness.

At the moment, food and clothing are the biggest problem, and as for home, it's good to be able to live.

I vaguely remember that it will be New Year's Day in 1979 in two or three days, and the spring breeze that has delivered to households should also blow to Qingchuan?

By then, she should have a little more to do.