After the two of them finished eating the chicken legs, Su Qinghe took them home, and Yuan Bao didn't even have time to eat chicken bones, so he could only follow back.

After Su Xiaoting washed her hands and cut the vegetables, Su Meng also came back on a motorcycle. The motorcycle is a second-hand car that Su Meng's year-end bonus came down, and he had a lot more money on hand, so he spent more than 2,000 yuan to buy a second-hand car in order to facilitate access.

Originally, there was no license and no license, Su Qinghe nagged two sentences, and Su Meng went to the card again and took the certificate.

In the poor countryside, unlicensed motorcycles are not uncommon, and there are even more people who drive without a license. Anyway, Nanling Town rarely checks cars, even if you encounter a car check, you can turn around and walk back or detour from a distance, even if the police see it, there is no way, you can't chase motorcycles, and it's easy to get into accidents.

When you think about it, it is ironic that it is obviously an official measure to protect them, but it has become a support for them to break the law.

The motorcycle driver's license is not difficult to test, and it is said that the test is lifted, and the tuition is generally paid. But many people are reluctant to spend more than 1,000 yuan.

"Dad, you're back!"

Su Xiaoting's sweet voice, Su Meng's heart warmed when she heard it, when she came back from a hard day, a daughter shouted like this, and there was no fatigue.

Seeing the sack in the hallway, he asked, "What is this?" ”

"Mountain ginger head, Uncle Qinghe went up the mountain to dig it back, and the eldest grandmother gave me some to get it back." Su Xiaoting ran to take out a piece of mountain ginger, "Dad, isn't this ginger, why does Uncle Qinghe still have to go up the mountain to dig so much and come back?" ”

"This is a good thing, cooking soup and drinking it can be healthy, and it can also be made into ginger bran and sent to white porridge, and it can be sold for a guaranteed dollar and a catty." Su Meng said, and asked again, "Did you cut the meat?" ”

"Chopped pork." Su Xiaoting replied absentmindedly, hearing Su Meng say that the ginger head could be sold for at least one yuan a catty, her mind became active again, if she had known that she could still dig the ginger head and sell it for money, she should have asked the people in the village what the ginger head looked like, she would not just wander around in the mountains.

How much money has to be earned here, it hurts to think about it.

Su Meng nodded, "Take out half of the chicken in the refrigerator tomorrow and cut it, I'll come back tomorrow night and make chicken soup with ginger for you to drink." ”

Then he asked, "Have you done your homework?" ”

"It's done." Su Xiaoting retracted her mind, she was very conscious of her homework, there were not many homework in the first grade, and she finished it at school using the recess time that was assigned early, and the rest of it was done in about ten minutes when she went home.

Su Meng flipped through the snakeskin bag to look at the ginger head, and then went into the kitchen to prepare for stir-frying, he would not stop Su Xiaoting from moving the kitchen knife, but would encourage her, she can cut whatever she wants, everything is up to her, just pay attention when chopping vegetables, don't cut your hands.

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Su Xiaoting said hello to Su Meng, and before the night fell, she went out to pick up the bottle with a large plastic bag. During this period of construction in the village, the construction team also installed a board house to live, there are a lot of waste bottles, Shuangtang Village is her territory, only she picks up waste bottles, and she harvests a lot every day.

Su Meng watched Su Xiaoting go out through the kitchen window, he didn't think about changing Su Xiaoting anything, anyway, she kept her money for her own use, he didn't even ask. In the future, Su Xiaoting's schoolwork will be heavy, and she will not have much heart to pick up waste bottles.

As soon as the smoke rose from Su Meng's house, Su Qinghe's family was already having dinner.

"Dad~ This soup soup is delicious~~"

She obediently took a sip of the ginger head chicken soup and sighed in satisfaction, just like when she drank the bear's drink.

The ginger head has a little milky aroma, the boiled chicken soup is milky white and milky, and there is a shallow circle of yellow chicken fat on the side, which looks very good, and the taste is not bad, the wild ginger head and the free-range old hen at home, this pot of soup is rich in aroma, sweet and delicious.

Even Bai Zhi, who was tired of drinking chicken soup, drank two large bowls at once.

Obediently saw it, but also picked up a small bowl tons and tons of drinks, while drinking and leaking, just like a heroic man drinking wine, after drinking the small bowl slammed on the pallet of the baby chair, that is called a wild heroic.

"Dad~Yet~"

"I know you want more, but don't want it yet!" Su Qinghe said something that made her obedient brainless, and then served her rice, "You finish the meal first, and if your stomach can still put it down, Dad will let you drink soup again." ”

"Don't~ I just want soup~~"

"If you only drink soup and don't eat, you will be hungry at night, and your parents will fall asleep, who will cook something for you? Obedient, just order food, very few! ”

Su Qinghe pretended less rice than usual, and he only ate a chicken leg before eating, so he couldn't give her too much to eat.

Seeing that no one helped her speak, she had no choice but to obey, digging the rice with a spoon and stuffing it into her mouth angrily. It's as if that rice is not rice, but Su Qinghe.

Bai Zhi obediently picked up vegetables, "Don't just eat rice, eat some food." ”

Su Qinghe asked the old lady again, "Mother, who has a stone mortar?" ”

The only Shi Chun in the village is gone, and Su Qinghe plans to find a stone mortar to mash the mountain ginger head.

The old lady thought about it, and finally shook her head and said that she didn't know, and she had to ask. This thing used to be quite common, but I don't see anyone who still has it.

Su Qinghe asked her not to ask, and after dinner, he called Huang Zihua, "Do you still have five conjuncts in your village?" ”

Although I told the old lady before that it was okay not to have five children, I still think it is best to have it. There are very few people in Nanling Town who grow Wujizi, and even if they do, they keep it for their own food, and there is basically no purchase in the town. However, Huang Zihua's village has a lot of people who grow five-fold seeds, and Su Qinghe remembers that when he was a child, he would go to his grandfather's house for the New Year, and every time he would pick a big bag of five-fold nuts and come back.

"It's almost April, and you asked me if I had five seeds, no, I picked them all for the New Year." Huang Zihua didn't know how to complain about Su Qinghe in his heart, "You are a big boss, if you want to eat Wuzi, you can buy it outside." ”

"If you don't have to pick it, you can only buy it, you take Xiao Li to buy five seeds and stone mortars tomorrow, let him bring them to me, and I will make some ginger chaff."

"Make ginger chaff, leave me some then!"

"Yes, bring a dozen catties of seafood on the weekend to exchange."

"Your ginger bran is really expensive!" Huang Zihua complained, but still agreed, "It's okay, I'll go to my brother-in-law's house to pull some at that time, and he doesn't want my money for more than a dozen catties." ”

After he finished speaking, the pair of old watches knew each other and said "hehe" sympathetically.

After ending the call with Huang Zihua, Su Qinghe called Xiao Li again, and told him about the matter, Xiao Li should accept it simply, anyway, during this time, his work focus was on the construction of rural kindergartens, and sending things to Su Qinghe's house was also a way.

After everything was arranged, Su Xiaoting also came to class, Su Qinghe looked at the obediently sitting on the sofa and touching the bulging belly, and shouted, "Good girl, you have to go to class too!" ”

"It's coming~~" obediently climbed down from the sofa, and read poems and read words with my father every night, which is no worse than playing together.

She's a knowledgeable baby now!