After dressing up as a stepmother, I transformed the whole family into working in the fields

Qin Yao didn't stop all afternoon and was busy in front of and behind the house.

After drying the bedding, remove all the bed planks and straw covering the bed and take them to the door of the house to dry.

There was an episode in the middle. When Qin Yao turned over the straw, he actually pulled out a nest of dead mice. It was extremely exciting.

After doing this, I used a bamboo pole to make a broom and went into the house to sweep away cobwebs and shovel the wall. The mud fell down, and the wall became thinner visibly to the naked eye.

The quality of this piece of tofu would be destroyed by a heavy rain, not to mention the heavy snow!

"What kind of life did you live in the past? Is this a human life?" Qin Yao couldn't help but complained after her face was covered with gray once again by the fallen wall mud.

This is not the end of the world where natural disasters and zombies take turns. It is incredible that a good life can be lived like this.

The Liu brothers and sisters who had already washed themselves blushed when they heard this, lowered their heads in shame, curled up their bare feet and toes, and wanted to dig at the ground.

Because Liu Ji's father didn't care about anything, their children didn't know how to take care of themselves. The children in the village didn't play with them because they thought they were dirty and smelly.

Even if they didn't do anything but walked a little closer to everyone, they would still get scolded.

Living in such an environment full of malicious discrimination since they were young, the four siblings were very sensitive. They could not help but think too much and felt that Qin Yao disliked them, so they silently took two steps back.

Qin Yao cleaned the wall, noticed the wind, and hurriedly compacted all the straw spread out to dry with bed boards to prevent it from blowing everywhere.

After doing this, when he turned around, he saw four children looking at him with shame and anger.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yao was a little confused. She didn't hurt them, right?

The four siblings shook their heads in unison.

Qin Yao wiped her sweat and put her hands on her hips and asked Dalang, "Do you know where there is dry straw?"

Dalang nodded and asked Qin Yao why he wanted straw. Qin Yao pointed to their bare feet speechlessly, as well as the rotten straw sandals on her feet that could fall apart at any time.

Da Lang understands, Er Lang, San Lang and Four Niang's eyes light up, does the stepmother want to make straw sandals for them?

In the late post-apocalyptic world, resources are scarce, and even a pair of shoes can become a resource that is up for grabs.

There was an old man living next door to Qin Yao who specialized in knitting straw sandals and selling them in exchange for supplies. When she had some free time after completing her task, she learned the craft from him.

Although it is not as exquisite as those sold on the market, it is perfectly fine for daily wear.

Qin Yao followed Dalang and Erlang, sneaking like thieves, to the rice field that Old Man Liu had just harvested. There were still a few piles of straw that he had not had time to move back.

Qin Yao raised her eyebrows, "Is it okay to just take it away?"

Dalang didn't speak, but it could be seen from his skilled hand speed that he usually did this kind of thing.

Erlang said confidently: "Dad said, what belongs to grandpa belongs to him, and what belongs to him belongs to our brothers. It is only natural that we take our own things."

Qin Yao was stunned, what Liu Ji taught was all nonsense!

But looking at the handful of straw in her arms, Qin Yao chose to shut up.

Signaling the two brothers to hurry up, the three mothers each held a large handful of straw and disappeared into the field in a short time.

Liu Ji's house was remote, and when they arrived near the house, the three of them slowed down. The main reason was that the two little ones behind Qin Yao couldn't keep up. They were panting as if they were about to die. The taro they just ate at noon was completely digested after this trip.

"You, how can you run so fast?" Dalang asked curiously, panting.

Qin Yao replied seriously: "Because I am bigger than you and have longer legs."

Dalang didn't believe it, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Erlang took a breath and took two quick steps to catch up with Qin Yao, "Do you want to make shoes for us? Do you know how to knit straw sandals?"

This job is only known by the old people in the village. He and his brother also tried to steal lessons before and were almost beaten.

Qin Yao suddenly stopped.

The two brothers following her stopped quickly to avoid hitting her stomach.

But his tanned face was still a little red, "What, what's wrong?"

Qin Yao held all the straw with one hand, and with one hand free, she lightly slapped one person on the head, "What are you, your, your, so rude, you have to call me aunt."

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then they felt relieved and shouted: "Auntie."

Qin Yao smiled with satisfaction, "That's pretty much it. When we get home, put down the straw and help me tear off the crispy outer layer, leaving only the strongest one in the middle."

The two brothers made a sound and put the straw under the eaves.

They were all quite obedient children, and Qin Yao was secretly satisfied.

In fact, let alone asking them to call her mother, not to mention that they were not happy about it. She was also uncomfortable with it, so the title of aunt was just fine.

Sanlang and Si Niang, who were waiting for them to come back in the house, heard the movement at the door of the house, opened the door and walked out. Qin Yao stopped the brother and sister and asked them to call her aunt directly from now on.

Sanlang was a little confused, didn't he want to call her mother?

Erlang glared at his younger brother, "You idiot, it's fine to call him aunt. They still have their own mothers. Who wants to call an unfamiliar woman their mother?"

Dalang patted the broken straw on his hands, came to Sanlang and Siniang, and urged them: "Sanlang, Siniang, call Auntie."

Sanlang said softly, "Auntie."

Qin Yao responded with a "Hey" and touched his little head, "Go and help me look at the dried straw. Don't let the wind sweep them away."

After receiving his task, Saburo smiled shyly, nodded, and happily picked up a small piece of firewood to make a stick, and stood by the straw pile, watching them carefully.

But Siniang suddenly rushed over, hugged Qin Yao, and said in a tearful voice: "I want Aniang, I want Aniang, I want Aniang!"

Da Lang looked at Qin Yao awkwardly. His sister was too young to reason. Besides, Qin Yao was right in front of him. They were just about to make straw sandals for them. He said that she was not their mother and asked his sister to stop making trouble. It didn't seem right. good.

Qin Yao sighed softly and waved her hand to signal the troubled young boy in front of her to tear up the straw. She gently pulled the small pendant on her thigh open and coaxed her:

"You can call me Aniang, you can call me Auntie, you can call me whatever you want. Just be good, okay?"

Siniang immediately raised her little hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and smiled brightly at Qin Yao, "Yes."

"Siniang is such a good baby." Qin Yao gently wiped away the tears on her face, pointed to the threshold, gave her a small handful of straw as a toy, and told her to sit down and watch everyone work, and not to run around.

There was no yard or fence at home, and children could disappear in a blink of an eye, so they had to be watched closely to feel at ease.

After placing the younger ones, Qin Yao led the two older ones to start knitting straw sandals.

There is a special rack for making shoes, but the current conditions do not allow it, so Qin Yao used a hatchet to cut a few branches and use them as brackets, which can also be knitted.

To make straw sandals, you must first process the straw and weave it all into thin strands of straw rope, which can then be placed on a shelf and woven into straw sandals.

Dalang and Erlang were weak, and the rope they kneaded out was very loose. All they could do for them was straw pretreatment, and Qin Yao did the rest of the work by herself.

Qin Yao spent the entire afternoon rubbing the rope, rubbing her palms until sparks almost appeared, before she finished rubbing all the straw she brought today.

The sun was setting, and the rope was rolled up and put inside the house first. Qin Yao didn't even have time to drink a sip of water. She immediately called on the children at home to move the fluffy bedding and straw back to the house and made two new beds.

In the main room, half of the bed boards were removed and only a single bed was placed. The space immediately became larger. The low table used for cooking was placed in the middle of the room, making this a multi-functional activity space.

The four children slept in a small room alone. Qin Yao brought the bed boards removed from the main house and widened the bed so that the four children would not be crowded when sleeping together.

The freshly made bed smelled of straw and sunshine. Siniang climbed onto the bed and rolled around, saying in surprise: "Mom, it's so soft~"

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