The chives have been sold twice. If you cut them again, they will not flourish. Experienced vegetable growers know that it is time to keep them in a cool place. Pour manure on them, cover them with a layer of fine soil, and keep them in a cool place for a while. Then the chives will be green and black, and flourish.

Qiqi arrived at the well and was about to pick up the thick hemp rope.

"Leave it alone, I'll do it."

He ran out of Liangshan from the donkey shed, shirtless, wearing only a pair of patched, torn blue cloth trousers that reached his knees.

"Brother, didn't you go to build the house?"

Normally, Liangshan gets up and leaves before dawn. These days, he hasn't had time to eat breakfast at home.

Why did you get up so late today?

"I drank a little yesterday and got dizzy."

Liangshan picked up the bamboo basket, touched his head, and smiled naively.

He doesn't drink, but yesterday was the seventh day of the seventh month. As a brother, he had to drink when people toasted him. He got drunk after just two cups.

"It's getting late. Let's eat and take Dad's donkey cart."

Liangshan nodded.

Qiqi lifted the coarse white cloth covering the bamboo basket.

He took out two white flour buns and handed them to Liangshan.

"Brother, you leave before dawn every day, and no one cooks for you. Keep these two buns and hide them in the donkey shed. Eat them when you leave tomorrow morning."

Liangshan smiled naively.

From a distance, the sound of cool water could be heard clearly.

I thought Qiqi was getting better and better and would be the backbone of the family in the future.

A palm-sized piece of raw fat and a bowl of leftover pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew.

"We'll have meat this morning."

Qiqi carried the basket to the pot room.

Xiao Geng had already cut the red taro and put it in the pot, cooking it.

Knead the dough on time and make a pot of cornmeal pancakes.

The rice is ready, scrape it into the yellow basin.

While Xiao Geng was cleaning the pot, Qi Qi had already cut the fat into thin slices. When the pot was hot, put the fat in the pot to extract the oil.

"What did you cook yesterday?"

Qiqi was busy preparing the pot while chatting with Xiaogeng.

"A pot of pork and cabbage stewed with vermicelli, a pot of braised pork, a pot of cold-cooked pig's head, pig's ears, and pig's tongue, a pot of stir-fried vegetables, a pot of sugar-water noodle soup. And a pot of steamed buns."

Rural people work, have strong tastes in food and eat large amounts, and when guests come to do business, they don't use plates but basins.

In those days, people could barely eat meat all year round, so they were all hungry and loved to eat fatty meat.

These six bowls of delicious food are not enough for more than a dozen men at the table to eat to their heart's content.

Because it is a gift to a guard, what matters is face and courtesy.

So according to etiquette, some of the food on the table should be left over.

Qiqi thought about the leftover dishes on the table. She was not at home, and there was still a bowl of pork, cabbage and vermicelli stewed with vermicelli left for a family of six. It was really not easy.

"This bowl of food was left for you by our father."

The fat was sizzling in the iron pan. Little Geng sniffed and it smelled really good.

"Dad said that you and your brother-in-law went to grandma's house and there was nothing good to eat, so he left a bowl of food for you to eat when you came back in the evening. He waited for a long time but you didn't come, so he put the food in the well."

How come she didn't notice that her father cared so much about her in her previous life? She still blamed her father in her heart.

"Where are the candies and fried dough sticks? Do you want to eat them?"

Qiqi asked Xiao Geng tentatively.

"They were all locked in the closet by my mother."

Xiao Geng looked around the yard and saw that there was no one there, and whispered,

"Mother also hid a piece of pig's head and a bag of white flour buns."

"When our mother is eating, go and she will give you a bite."

Whenever there is something delicious at home, my stepmother always likes to hide some. This time is definitely no exception.

"If I don't go, my mother will beat me."

Xiao Geng shook his head.

Most of the things that the stepmother hid were eaten behind the family's back. Hongguo and Xiaoshou were allowed to have some. Xiaogeng also got to have a bite occasionally. Qiqi and Liangshan were not even allowed to see them.

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