Chapter 129 (1/2)

Isn't this time of year the happiest time for ordinary people?

This year's team also has a good harvest. As long as they are diligent, every family can get enough food for the winter.

At present, all winter wheat has been planted, and meat is divided on the team. At the end of the year, it will be divided again. The common people can also eat several meals. It's a beautiful day.

Zhou's father and mother think so. Isn't it the same age in the village.

Especially after three years of famine, it's so happy to have such a peaceful and stable life.

After the meat is divided, the food in the family is really good.

Although Lin Qinghe was a little extravagant in his life at this time, in fact, he didn't eat meat at home.

Even if there is, it is also some meat foam.

If you have eggs, you can eat them every day.

But it's not as good as it is at this time. It can be made with hands and feet.

The next morning, Zhou Qingbai rode his bicycle to get firewood again. He has got a lot of firewood in the yard these two days. Some of them have not been dried yet. At this time, the weather is cold and can be dried a little.

Lin Qinghe is with two children and three children, and Zhou's mother began to make steamed buns.

Yesterday's oil dregs are still there. Although the second and third children ate some, they still have a lot of oil dregs left. Even though they are greedy for oil dregs, they all feel very good knowing that they are going to be used to pack steamed buns today.

Counting the days, they haven't eaten meat buns for a long time.

In fact, there are still one third of the meat buns in Lin Qinghe's space. She only gives them three brothers one by one occasionally.

Then I bought it from the city, and I only gave it to them when I didn't eat meat at home.

Zhou Qingbai also ate it several times, but later she brought it to him. He never ate it, so she let her eat it.

Lin Qinghe, the daughter-in-law of Zhou's mother-in-law, also knows that she didn't say anything about making steamed buns today.

After breakfast, I began to help.

As for Zhou Fu, he went out to talk with others. He just asked when he would come back for lunch before going out.

He likes white steamed buns very much.

Because of Zhou's father and mother, Lin Qinghe did more, but because of the limited oil residue, he didn't do much.

Probably enough for a meal.

”It's enough for two meals. I'm cooking some porridge. I'll keep some for the evening.” Zhou said.

According to the meaning of Lin Qinghe, it's OK to eat steamed buns at noon. In the evening, she wants to make mushroom dumplings, but according to Zhou mu, she has no objection.

It's OK to cook rice porridge with it.

At noon, this meal of steamed buns is naturally very delicious. For steamed buns the size of palms, the eldest child ate three directly and drank a bowl of rice porridge.

Two children also ate three, but small rice porridge can only drink half a bowl.

After all, Sanwa is still a little small, even if she has no heart, but she still eats two steamed buns and half a bowl of rice porridge.

Lin Qinghe can catch up with a lot of them. Lin Qinghe has only one steamed bun and two bowls of rice porridge.

She still likes to drink more rice porridge. As for the fried cabbage bun, she's just so.

Zhou's father and Zhou's mother ate a lot. They were very old and strong. They were not taking three of them. But Lin Qinghe knew that they were not enough to eat. One of them took another.