After An Qing went out, he did not wander around in the yard, but walked directly out of the small yard.
It had rained last night, the air was very clear, and the sky had just become slightly brighter.
Because of the fog, it seemed to be covered with a fine veil, which was a little moist and a little bright. hazy In front of the creek on the roadside, An Qing simply washed his face, and then took out the food he had stored in the space.
After eating, he started to pick up wild vegetables.
Although it is said that the original owner's wife received some compensation money when the original owner's father died, it was not much.
After using it to buy the land, there was not much left.
However, the original owner's wife doted on her son and was another Very spendthrift Now that times are bad, the land has been rented out by the original owner, and the grain harvested is not even enough to satisfy the original owner's unlucky brother.
The family can't even eat white flour rice, and even yellow flour pancakes are on the table.
But as for the yellow-faced pancake, it can only be eaten by the original owner's brother and my mother.
As for the other people, the original owner and Zhao Di, they have more than half of their intestines to spare.
After eating, An Qing was different from the original owner in that she was a little girl with little strength.
She had the Xuan Jing of Heaven and Earth running as a foundation, and her speed was extremely fast, so in just one stick of incense, An Qing dug out a basket of food. wild vegetables, and even dug several wild sweet potatoes.
When Anqing returned, Zhaodi had already boiled water and cooked the meal, and the old woman who was the original owner of the back room also tucked her son in with a quilt, walked out with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and glanced at the kitchen stove.
Busy back and forth in front of the stage Zhao Di cursed bitterly: "You cooked the food.
That damn girl Liendi was lazy last night and is still gone.
I think she doesn't want to eat.
She is a loser.
She is not sensible every day.
At the beginning, I She should have been strangled to death when she was born.”
"No, sister, sister may have gone to the bathroom," Zhao Di said with her head lowered and her shoulders shaking slightly, but she looked like she was covering up.
"You don't need to lie for that dead girl.
She crawled out of my intestines.
I can't help but know."
The original owner's wife picked up the ladle filled with water from the water tank and poured a few mouthfuls of cold water. , said with a cold snort.
"Sister, sister, sister is still young."
A deep look flashed in Zhaodi's eyes, but she lowered her head and defended in a low voice, forcing An Qing to go out.
"Sister, Mom, I heard it was going to rain last night when I came back.
I thought if it rained and I got up early to dig vegetables, it would definitely turn out.
I heard it rained in the middle of the night, so I told my sister this morning and went out."
An Qing said, passing the basket over as if offering a treasure.
The vegetable basket was full of wild vegetables, as well as several chubby wild sweet potatoes, which made the original owner look at her with some suspicion: "You got up early to go there."
As she said this, her eyes drifted in the direction of Zhao Di.
An Qing didn't respond.
He just took the sweet potatoes and put them into the basin.
Then he poured water and said, "I don't like to eat recently.
I think he can eat two more bites of these sweet potatoes."
"Damn girl, even if you have some conscience, I still have you.
You can't even understand a sentence every day.
Why are you eating?
You are not allowed to eat today, you loser."
The original owner looked at An Qing like this and thought that Zhao Di was real.
I forgot about it, and felt that this girl was really stupid, so I said a little upset.
Zhaodi had been planning to please my mother all morning, but she didn't want to fail to please her, but she didn't even have breakfast and didn't dare to refute.
She could only bite her lips, secretly pinch the corners of her clothes with calloused hands to vent her anger, and then felt a little uneasy.
He secretly stared at An Qing, who was busy and busy, as if he wanted to see through this very childish figure all at once. tgt ttrgt: