Back to the Sixties: Farm, Get Wealthy & Raise the Cubs

For the little people nowadays, the happiest thing is not this season

This year the team has also had a bumper harvest. As long as they are diligent, every household can get enough food for the winter.

Now all the winter wheat has been planted, and the team will divide the meat again, and it will be divided again at the end of the year. The common people can also eat a few meals. These days are really too beautiful.

Zhou's father and Zhou's mother and old couple think so, isn't it the same for other people in the village of this age.

Especially the old man who has gone through the three years of famine, now he can have such a peaceful and stable life, it is really very happy.

After the meat is divided, the food at home is indeed a grade better.

Although Lin Qinghe's life was a bit extravagant at this time, in fact, there was really no meat at home.

Even if there is, it is some minced meat or something.

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

However, it is not as good as this time, and it can be made with open hands and feet.

Early the next morning, Zhou Qingbai rode his bicycle to get firewood again. In the past two days, he had brought back a lot of firewood. They were all hanging in the yard. Some of them were not dry yet.

Lin Qinghe brought two babies and three babies, and Zhou's mother started making buns.

Yesterday's oil residue is still there. Although the big baby, the second baby and the third baby have eaten some, there is still a lot left, and although he is greedy for the oil residue, because he knows that it will be used to make steamed buns today, that one by one will also be used. They are all very conscious.

After all, they haven't eaten meat buns for a long time.

In fact, there is still one third of the meat buns in Lin Qinghe's space, and she only occasionally gives three of them to each of their brothers.

Then he said that he bought it from the city, and he would only give it to them when he didn't eat meat at home.

Zhou Qingbai also ate it a few times, but after that, she brought it to him, and he never ate it, so she let her eat it herself.

Lin Qinghe's daughter-in-law Zhou's mother also understood, so she knew that she didn't say anything about making buns today.

Started helping after breakfast.

As for Zhou's father, he went out to talk to people, but just asked when he would come back for lunch before going out.

White bread, he likes it so much.

Because there are Zhou's father and Zhou's mother, Lin Qinghe also did more, but in the end, because of the limited oil residue, he did not do much.

Probably enough for one meal.

"Enough for two meals, I'm cooking some porridge to go with it, and save some for the evening." Mother Zhou said.

According to Lin Qinghe's intention, it is enough to eat steamed buns at noon. In the evening, she wants to make mushroom dumplings, but after listening to Zhou's mother, she has no objection.

It's okay to cook millet porridge to go with it.

The steamed buns at noon were naturally very fragrant. The slap-sized buns, the big baby ate three directly, and drank a bowl of millet porridge.

Erwa also ate three, but only half a bowl of millet porridge.

Sanwa is still a little small, even if she is determined, she still eats two buns and half a bowl of millet porridge.

The heavy volume can catch up with Lin Qinghe, who only has one steamed bun and two bowls of millet porridge.

She still likes to drink more millet porridge. As for the oily cabbage buns, she is really average.

Zhou’s father and Zhou’s mother ate a lot, and the two of them grew stronger and stronger. Originally, they ate three of them and stopped taking them, but Lin Qinghe knew very well that the two of them were not enough, so they each took another one.

After eating like this, there are not many buns left in the morning. When Zhou Qingbai came back after one o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Qinghe warmed the rest of the buns for him, and left a piece of millet porridge for him.

Five big steamed buns, almost two bowls of millet porridge went into the stomach.

There are still eight buns left in the morning bun, which is definitely not enough to eat.

Mother Zhou's thoughts were really wonderful. I didn't know that her old son and her grandchildren were not small at all.

Lin Qinghe sent Zhou Qingbai to go to sleep, and she began to have a face-to-face relationship.

There are only eight buns left, which is not enough to eat. Adding another mushroom and pork dumplings is almost the same.

Zhou Qingbai originally wanted to help, but Lin Qinghe couldn't use him, so why would he need two people for this job.

Mushrooms still have to be soaked in warm water. It is too late to use cold water. It is almost the same after waiting for the dough to rise.

Zhou Qingbai woke up after lying down for half an hour.

Face was still awake, Lin Qinghe sat on the edge of the kang and knitted a sweater. This was for the second baby. It was almost done, and the older baby was left behind.

"I got all the firewood back these days, so let's go out for a walk." Zhou Qingbai said.

"Yes," Lin Qinghe said with bright eyes.

"Children can't be brought." Zhou Qingbai saw her eyes light up, and the corners of her mouth also brought a smile.

"What are you doing with them, we must have been to the two-person world, not a group of small light bulbs that are not safe." Lin Qinghe said.

Although I can't hear many words, it doesn't mean I can't understand them. Zhou Qingbai is in a good mood.

"I have to weave out the big baby's vest before I leave, and you will wrap the dumplings tonight." Lin Qinghe said.

Making dumplings is simple for Zhou Qingbai. He knew it when he was on the team, although his wife never asked him to cook after returning home.

Zhou's mother brought Xiao Sucheng over at four o'clock. Now she comes here often, and it's not bad to talk to the fourth family.

I saw Zhou Qingbai chopping the stuffing.

"Why are you still making dumplings?" Zhou's mother asked.

"I ate a lot of steamed buns, and I couldn't eat them at night, so Qinghe asked me to make some buns," Zhou Qingbai said.

"Where's Qinghe?" Mother Zhou asked.

"She is knitting a sweater for Erwa." Zhou Qingbai said.

"It's really not easy to take care of your father and son." Mother Zhou also told the truth.

She came here often, and she could see that the fourth family member said that he was at home all day, but in fact, after a day, he was really not free.

Every time she comes over, she sees the fourth family's shoes, knitting sweaters, grass in the backyard, or preparing food for her old son, who has been busy all day, to come back to eat.

Zhou Qingbai nodded, "Qinghe is really not easy, mother, I will go out with Qinghe in a few days, it will take about seven or eight days, when that time comes, let your father come to live at home and take care of Dawa and his brothers. "

"Where are you going?" Mother Zhou was stunned.

"We're going to Beijing, but mother, don't tell me." Zhou Qingbai said.

"What are you doing there?" Zhou's mother couldn't help saying.

"Go and check your body." Zhou Qingbai had already thought about what to say.

Sure enough, as soon as he said it, Mother Zhou immediately understood, and whispered, "How could Qinghe's body have problems, Dawa and the others are all like you, you can't think about what you don't know?"