Although this white steamed bun is still clean, when she thinks that Song Zhifeng has taken the steamed bun here, Ming Jing can't eat it.

But it can't be wasted, Ming Jing gave it to Aunt Tian, which can be regarded as a thank you for Aunt Tian's help.

Ming Jing made it clear to Aunt Tian that this steamed bun was touched by Song Zhifeng, if you really can't eat it, feed it to the chickens.

Where has Aunt Tian seen someone as generous as Ming Jing, who doesn't eat good white-flour steamed buns, and wants to feed them to the chickens.

Aunt Tian, who was shocked, took the steamed bun and said, "Then I won't take your steamed bun for nothing." ”

What can you get in return?

Aunt Tian didn't know why Mingjing's family lived so much more than her family, and she didn't have anything to return the gift now.

The eggs at home were all given to Song Jiaojiao a few days ago, and Aunt Xia Tian was in a dilemma.

I'm afraid that I don't want this steamed bun to be thrown away by Mingjing to feed the chickens, so what do I want to take?

Song Jiaojiao saw Aunt Tian's embarrassment, and said positively: "Aunt Tian, don't care about this, this is the white noodles that my uncle's friend gave us, and even my mother herself is reluctant to eat it." ”

"Then you stay and eat!" Aunt Tian handed it to Song Jiaojiao and said, you can't take anything that isn't your own, this is the basic principle of being a human being.

"No, Aunt Tian, my mother just looks at you, it's also very hard, you have to work during the day and take care of the family at night, it's not easy for a woman's family."

Song Jiaojiao's words reached Aunt Tian's heart, and Aunt Tian couldn't help wiping her moist eyes.

Yes, her man was injured on the battlefield, and there was a shortage of labor in the family, but she never disliked her man.

A woman earns more than most men when she works by herself, and the village chief considers their family and gives her the name of the squad leader, so that she can work two more than the others.

This is also a drop in the bucket for this family, and she strives to make this family good.

I didn't expect it, woo, I didn't expect her difficulties to be seen by everyone.

She was so moved, Aunt Tian was even more reluctant to ask for steamed buns, and persuaded Ming Jing: "You see this steamed bun, there is no ash at all, you can't waste food, there are many people outside who can't eat, but they really dislike it, just pick up the skin." ”

Mingjing: ......

"Aunt Tian, you can take it, my mother still has something to ask you?"

"What's the matter, say, as long as you Aunt Tian can do it, it is to go up the knife mountain and go down to the fire and help you."

As soon as Aunt Tian heard that Ming Jing had something to ask her, she immediately felt that the time had come to return the favor, and she hurriedly agreed.

"That's it, you see that Song Zhiqing has always been a thief to my family, and he harassed my mother at noon today, I want to ask Aunt Tian if she can help us move my mother away, it's best not to see Song Zhifeng, so that Song Zhifeng can't find my mother."

At noon, Song Jiaojiao knew, Song Zhifeng ran to entangle Mingjing and was seen, everyone knew about the first and second passes, and Song Jiaojiao didn't need to inquire, Li Dan drank her mung bean soup in the afternoon and finished speaking.

"Then why don't you find the village chief to move Song Zhifeng farther away?" Aunt Tian frowned.

According to her, Ming Jing is not unreasonable, why should she avoid Song Zhifeng? If you want to hide, it should be Song Zhifeng who is hiding!

A pair of torn shoes are embarrassed to live in their village? If she was Mingjing, she would have to get these two shameless ones away, as for asking Aunt Tian where she got it?

Aunt Tian wrinkled her yellow face, waved her hand, and finally said that it was okay to go as far as you could anyway.

Village women such as Aunt Tian said that they didn't shave Song Zhifeng's head, and Zhao Lingling stripped off her clothes and paraded in the streets, which was merciful.

This is the sadness of this era, but also the luck of this era.

Faintly seeing Aunt Tian seeing that her own mother looked a little hated for iron and steel, Song Jiaojiao hurriedly interrupted: "I know that Aunt Tian is doing this for our good, but you can see that the young people are all working together." “

"Last time, those educated youths had to go to the town to sue us, this time if Song Zhiqing is transferred out alone, what will he say about us, we will target him, transfer all the educated youth, and then those brainless educated youths will make trouble again."

"The village chief's grandfather has another headache. If Aunt Tian really thinks that my mother has suffered a loss, it is a big deal to find a place with more shade. ”

Song Jiaojiao is more than three years old, with a small mouth, not like a child at all, Song Jiaojiao regretted it a little, but she knew that with Mingjing's character, let her beg for help, I was afraid that she would kill people directly.

But fortunately, the other party is Aunt Tian, and the other party only thinks that Song Jiaojiao is sensible and caring, where is there time to feel that what Song Jiaojiao said is not like what a three- or four-year-old child should say.

"Okay then." Aunt Tian agreed, because she helped others, and left with steamed buns.

Song Jiaojiao also asked Aunt Tian to take back the scrambled eggs, and Ming Jing didn't have time to return the eggs given by Aunt Tian last time.

It just so happened that this plate of eggs was taken back, and Aunt Tian didn't have to cook, she stayed here for so long, and she didn't know what time it would be to stir-fry when she went back.

After a period of persuasion, Aunt Tian finally took the eggs back.

Ming Jing went back to see that fortunately, a good pot of pork rib soup was not touched by Song Zhifeng, so Ming Jing directly came to life and made thin hand-rolled noodles.

The noodles are poured into boiling water, taken out and passed through cold water again, and finally poured with pork rib soup, accompanied by green vegetables, and the appetite of the people who watch it is satisfied.

Song Jiaojiao was snoring and eating, Mingjing reminded her to slow down, and when she saw the palm print on her buttocks, she squinted.

It seems that he is still too gentle with Song Zhifeng.

After eating, Song Jiaojiao immediately wanted to take a bath, and at the same time moved the air cooler out.

Song Jiaojiao smelled the clothes in disgust, and always felt that the clothes were stained with the stench of Song Zhifeng.

Ming Jing took away her clothes, threw Song Jiaojiao on the bed, and went to take a shower herself.

It was just half past eight when the two of them were lying on the bed, Song Jiaojiao hadn't fallen asleep yet, and just turned over and wanted to chat with Ming Jing, she heard even breathing from Ming Jing's side.

Song Jiaojiao crawled and looked at Mingjing's side face, and smiled beautifully, she was really happy to have such a mother in her life.

After a while, Song Jiaojiao turned around cautiously, thinking that Song Jiaojiao, who couldn't sleep, fell asleep after a while.

When Ming Jing got up the next day, she put on her clothes lightly and planned to go out, but she didn't expect to see that Song Jiaojiao got up with sleepy eyes, and after washing her face casually, she was about to follow her.

"Why are you going if you don't sleep?"

"Mom, ahhhh Song Jiaojiao couldn't open her eyes.

For Song Jiaojiao, who has always loved to sleep lazy, this is really a torture, if it weren't for her mother to be more relaxed, she really didn't want to get up.

Ming Jing rushed a few times to no avail, and there was no way to take her, so she had to flush her with a kettle of malt cream, and took a pack of biscuits and stuffed them in her small backpack.

This is made by Ming Jing for her, an army green cloth, sewn a small satchel, and a kettle can be placed in it to put other snacks.

Song Jiaojiao wore a blue-green dress today, and Ming Jing was afraid that there would be insects in the ground that would bite her, so she didn't wear a skirt.

Along the way, it still attracted the attention of many people, Song Jiaojiao's green short-sleeved trousers, and the fabric was a little modern camouflage.

Coupled with the green cloth bag, it looks like a small liberation road, and many adults look at Song Jiaojiao with curiosity.

Song Jiaojiao squinted and couldn't see who the other party was? It doesn't matter if it's directly at people, it's a smiley face.

With her confused look, it looks so funny.

Ming Jing was a little helpless, guessing what Song Jiaojiao might be doing? Ming Jing didn't have to stop her.

Sure enough, today Mingjing was assigned to a more remote field, those are behind the mountains, and in previous years, people who lacked work at home ran over to earn a little more.

This year, Aunt Tian asked Ming Jing to go first, Ming Jing wants a far place, and the ground behind the mountain is cooler, except for going back and forth, it is not worse than here.

Some people saw that Ming Jing went there, worried that they would not be able to earn work this year, and went to ask the village chief to find out that Ming Jing was only responsible for the work behind the mountain, and the work here would be done more if he had the ability.

Hearing this, the big guy's enthusiasm for work is even more fierce.

As soon as the people from the Zhiqing Center came, they saw that the villagers were enthusiastic and began to cut wheat.

I can't see the half-dead tired appearance of yesterday at all.

Song Zhifeng can't lift his strength at all now, and he is weak with a sickle, and he has been dragging his feet.

Thinking of a few days like this, Song Zhifeng's eyes turned red.

He hasn't worked for long since he went to the countryside, and Ming Jing has always been raising him.

In previous years, he didn't work under the pretext of taking care of Song Jiaojiao in the autumn harvest, but this year, Song Zhifeng was decisively unable to bear it.

Soon, some female intellectuals surpassed Song Zhifeng, and when they took the time to wipe their sweat, they glanced back and saw Song Zhifeng squatting behind grinding foreign workers.

As soon as the fire of the children's educated youth came out, the female educated youth with a ponytail stood up suddenly.

Holding a sickle, he pointed at Song Zhifeng and said loudly: "Song Zhifeng, what are you doing?" ”

Song Zhifeng, who was lazy, was taken aback, and saw that it was the ponytail girl who was looking for him every day, and he already knew what the ponytail was called in the past few days-Wang Zhaodi.

Seeing that it was her, Song Zhifeng turned his face impatiently and said, "I'm tired and won't be able to rest!" ”

"You've only been doing it for a few minutes? I'm telling you that if you dare to hold us back, I'll go to the town and report you, and don't forget that the town requires each of us to work 8 hours a day. ”

After Wang Zhaodi finished speaking, she buried herself in work again, and there was a girl from the Educated Youth Institute on the side.

Quietly approached her and said, "What do you care about him?" ”

"Leave him alone, waiting for him to come to us to borrow food in the winter?" Wang Zhaodi angrily cut the wheat.

Life under one roof is like this, and now Song Zhifeng and the two are separated to eat alone, but if he really starves to death, they will also be responsible.

Give them food, and there is no return.