Although Mrs. Zhao said so, she was thinking in her heart that when Qian Dacheng and Zhao Qiuyue came to pick up the children, she would have to talk about them well, but it was really not good, and she had to let several uncles go to Qian's house to knock and knock.

A few people sat around the brazier, Zhao Jianjun went to the firewood room and moved a large bundle of firewood into the house, put it behind the door, Mrs. Zhao smiled and said to get some food, and when she came back, she had a few more sweet potatoes in her hand.

Old Man Zhao used tongs to pick up the firewood in the brazier, asked Mrs. Zhao to throw the sweet potatoes into the brazier, and then he buried the firewood again.

Everyone immediately understood that this is the most common thing for children to eat in the countryside in winter, but in Qian Dacheng's family, this is a luxury, not to mention that there are boiled sweet potatoes to eat, even the brazier Qian Dacheng's family does not have one, you must know that the fire in Wang Jiao's house last night was still made of stones.

The sweet potatoes were buried, and several people looked at the bulging ball of firewood ash in the brazier, and their eyes were straight.

Zhao Jianjun and Mrs. Zhao also gathered around the fire, Qian Jun and Qian Hao began to tremble Zhao Jianjun to talk about the new things in the army, in this era, the status of soldiers in the minds of the people is unparalleled, so every little thing Zhao Jianjun said, they listened to it with relish.

Old Man Zhao would occasionally interject a few sentences, and the atmosphere in the room seemed very good.

Everyone was talking happily, when there was a sudden noise in the vegetable basket that Qian Jun carried, and they just thought about complaining, but they forgot the chicken in the vegetable basket.

Qian Hao hurriedly ran over and opened the vegetables on the surface of the vegetable basket, revealing two sturdy big hens.

Mrs. Zhao, who came to see it, was also startled when she saw that it was two hens.

Qian Hao didn't wait for her to ask, so he said it first.

"Grandma, this is our honor for you and grandpa." As he spoke, he reached out and lifted the chicken out of the basket.

As soon as the two chickens came out, they wanted to run, but unfortunately their wings and feet were tied, and they could only flutter on the ground a few times, and they couldn't run out at all.

Mrs. Qian looked at the two hens fluttering in front of her in surprise, and asked, "Your mother sent them?" ”

Mrs. Zhao knows the environment of Qian Dacheng's family, and the two hens that are laying eggs are not that they are reluctant to give them away, but this is too valuable for Qian Dacheng's family.

You must know that this is a hen that is laying eggs, and you can pick up eggs in the spring, who doesn't point to those eggs in exchange for some salt money, Zhao Qiuyue is now giving away two, Mrs. Zhao is not going to be frightened.

Even the old man Zhao also ran over to look at the chickens on the ground, frowning while looking at them, with a look of disagreement, "Qiuyue, this child, is really getting more and more unable to live, how can this hen be said to send it over, old woman, you give them the chickens, and then let them take them back when they come to pick up the children." ”

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she nodded hurriedly.

Wang Jiao looked at Qian Jun and found that he was looking at him, looking a little worried.

When Qian Hao heard that Old Man Zhao and Mrs. Zhao said this, he suddenly panicked in his heart, and he originally wanted to take the chicken to his grandfather and grandmother's house, kill and eat it, but he didn't know it, and he was gone.

But now Mrs. Zhao is not only unwilling to kill the chicken, but also wants to return it to Zhao Qiuyue, so isn't the matter of them stealing the chicken going to be exposed?

He looked at Qian Jun and Wang Jiao worriedly, and only hoped that they could do something to dispel Mrs. Zhao's idea of returning the chicken.

But the worry on Qian Jun's face was more obvious than his, and Qian Hao's heart was even more nervous.

Wang Jiao looked at the faces of the two and didn't know what they were worried about, and smiled bitterly in her heart, she didn't expect that Mrs. Zhao was completely unmoved by the 'chicken', and only thought about her daughter.

If this is put on Mrs. Qian, she doesn't care where your chicken comes from, just make a fire and kill the chicken, and eat a beautiful meal.

However, since Mrs. Zhao is unwilling to kill the chicken, then they will kill the chicken, and when the chicken dies, Mrs. Zhao can't let it be sent back, right?

Wang Jiao smiled at them comfortingly, and tilted her head to Qian Jun's side.

Seeing this, Qian Hao knew that they were going to discuss countermeasures, so he hurriedly rushed to the middle of them and leaned his head over.

Wang Jiao said a few words to Qian Jun in a low voice, and after thinking about it, there is a lot of meat for the two chickens, in case the chicken dies, Mrs. Zhao insists on letting Zhao Qiuyue take the chicken back, isn't it still exposed, her eyes turned, she paid attention to it again, and lowered her voice and said a few words to Qian Hao.

After hearing this, the tension on their faces instantly turned into surprise, and the eyes that looked at Wang Jiao were also full of admiration.

Zhao Jianjun, who was concentrating on the fire, inadvertently glanced at Wang Jiao at this time, with an interesting expression, this niece is interesting.

After the three little ones discussed the countermeasures, they just didn't hear about the plan that Old Man Zhao and Old Lady Zhao were talking about.

It wasn't until Mrs. Zhao had a chicken in her hand and was about to lock them up in her own chicken coop that Qian Jun ran to Mrs. Qian and said with a smile: "Grandma, I'll come, I'll come." ”

Then he snatched the chicken from Mrs. Zhao's hand, ran out of the gate, and ran to the chicken coop in the yard.

Mrs. Zhao looked at Qian Jun with a smile, said 'this kid', shook her head, and returned to the brazier.

But as soon as he sat down, Qian Jun came back again, still with one chicken in one hand, but this time, the chickens were all dead.

When Mrs. Zhao saw it, she was anxious for a while, and hurriedly ran over to see the chicken, but the chicken's neck had already softened, and she had obviously lost her breath, she looked at Qian Jun with some reproach, and died so quickly, the ghost believed that he didn't do it.

"Didn't this kid say that this chicken was going to be brought back to your mother? It's all dead, how can you lay eggs in the spring? ”

Although she knew that the chicken was dead, Mrs. Zhao still reached out to pat the chicken with some regret, as if she could wake up after a few slaps of the chicken.

Qian Jun smiled and gave Wang Jiao a look that everything was done, and then said to Mrs. Zhao pitifully: "Grandma, this chicken was originally brought over to eat, and we haven't eaten chicken for a long time." ”

"Grandma, my mother said, my eldest sister didn't eat Xiaohua and was beaten, she had to make up for it, and she was afraid that my grandmother would come to the house to make trouble, so we came to my grandmother's house to eat chicken in peace." Qian Hao saw that Qian Jun was rarely pitiful, and he was busy helping.

When Mrs. Zhao heard her two grandsons say this, she felt distressed again, and when she thought of the injury on Wang Jiao's palm, she felt even more sad.

But when she thought that her daughter's two chickens were gone, she also felt sorry for her daughter, and the hens that did not lay eggs were in a hurry for the salt money in the coming year.

It's just that she doesn't know, where is the salt in Zhao Qiuyue's house changed for eggs?

Those eggs are all in Mrs. Qian's stomach, okay?