After Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe went to work, in the bored early summer, they stood in the room and looked up at the newspapers on the ceiling that she had not finished sweeping.

In the 1970s, the interior walls of rural huts were mostly pasted with newspapers. People with better conditions would go to Jishang to buy beautiful paper flowers to paste the walls. Of course, they could not afford it under the conditions of early summer homes.

The wall-pasted newspapers were ordered by Zhao Yulan from her parents' house. Lin Chuxia had already swept the places where she could see them N times. As for the ones on the roof, they were left behind because of their height.

In this era of poor material life, spiritual life is equally poor, not to mention TV, even radio is rare.

As for books and newspapers, they are even more rare. What a torment is this for Lin Chuxia, who is used to the Internet and the mother-in-law?

"Squeak!" The door was pushed open, and Liu Meiqing stuck her head in with a smile on her face, "Chuxia..."

Lin Chuxia couldn't help shivering when she heard the call that was deliberately clenched in her throat. Can the weasel pay New Year's greetings to the rooster?

"Help my sister-in-law watch Shuan'er, okay?" As expected, before Chu Xia said anything, Liu Meiqing said what she meant, but it was a questioning sentence, but it felt affirmative.

"No!" Lin Chuxia categorically refused. Father and mother went to work to earn work points before they had enough to eat, but it wasn't for her to take care of Liu Meiqing's children at home!

"Sister-in-law has a book here. You put Shuan'er to sleep and read it slowly." Liu Meiqing handed over a red-skinned book in her hand, but she snorted coldly in her heart, "Rural girl, what kind of cultural person is you pretending to be?" The words jumped up, and I don't know if I really knew or pretended to know...

"dont see!"

Glancing at the words on the skin, Lin Chuxia immediately refused. It is said that there is a shortage of books in this era, but there is no shortage of this kind of books. Who doesn't have ten or eight books?

Liu Meiqing's face changed immediately, "Don't think I didn't see what your mother did yesterday, your chickens haven't opened their cocks yet, where did the eggs come from?

You are a seventeen-year-old daughter, and you are still stealing food from Shuan'er's mouth. You said, if this word spreads out, what will people think of you? "

Lin Chuxia stared blankly at Liu Meiqing, "Don't you just want to say that if my reputation is ruined, I don't want to marry a good husband? Hehe..., that's just right. However, my mother's boiled eggs and your family's It has nothing to do with the chicken and half a cent, if you dare to go out and make up, fat aunt will find justice for me and my mother."

Fat aunt again! Liu Meiqing snorted coldly, turned around and went back to her house.

There was a "bang bang" sound, and then Shuan'er's howling came.

In early summer, I couldn't help but stroke my forehead. There is a saying in the countryside that "hitting a child on a rainy day means being idle", and this Liu Meiqing obviously has a habit of fighting against it.

Seeing that it was nearly nine o'clock, in early summer, he put on his shoes on the kang, and turned over the cow dung that Lin Baohe had been hanging by the wall. There is not enough firewood to burn at home, so in order to have a heated kang, Lin Baohe goes to pick up fresh cow dung every morning and come back to dry it for supplementation.

It smells bad when it's burned, but who makes her afraid of the cold?

After turning over the cow dung, in early summer, the daily routine of cutting sesame cakes began.

Hemp pancakes are nutritious and cheap, and it is indispensable to anyone who raises poultry and livestock at home. It's just that the sesame cakes are pressed firmly and firmly. They must be cut into thin strips with a knife and soaked in water before they can be eaten by chickens or pigs.

For most rural children, cutting this thing is a piece of cake, but for her typical "outside", this job is too technical, Zhao Yulan can do one in ten minutes, she needs two hours Caixing( ̄)︿( ̄).

It's really embarrassing to eat free food after taking up other people's body, and she can help, just feed chickens, turn cow dung and cut sesame cakes, so even if she didn't accept this era, she wouldn't. How to accept Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe,

But for peace of mind, I took the initiative to take over these tasks.

Fortunately, the original Lin Chuxia didn't know much about work, otherwise, it would be really difficult to pass the test with her arrogance.

"Shuan'er, sweet potato is delicious, right? Come on, mother, you..." Liu Meiqing carried Shuan'er to the door of the main room, holding a half-eaten roasted sweet potato in his hand.

Lin Chuxia's eyelids twitched, she stood up without a word, and went to look at the bottom of the stove. If not, the roasted sweet potato that Zhao Yulan buried underneath was gone.

The little fist clenched and unclenched, making trouble for a roasted sweet potato and Liu Meiqing... She couldn't do it with her 21st century thinking, but she was so angry that her parents were reluctant to eat food for her, Liu Meiqing How can you be so blatant to grab it?

Liu Meiqing turned around and lifted her eyelids at her, curled the corner of her mouth, and turned her head back: "Shuan'er, isn't it delicious? Come on, mother, I'll give you another bite..."

After feeding Shuan'er, Liu Meiqing deliberately "baked" and ate it sweetly. In early summer, you don't need to look at it to know what Liu Meiqing's expression is now.

Forget it, she still couldn't do it for a sweet potato hemorrhage.

So comforting herself, Lin Chuxia turned around and walked out. Seeing that she was about to step out of the threshold, Liu Meiqing stretched her legs forward abruptly.

"Hahaha……"

"Gluck cluck..."

Just at this moment, a sturdy girl who entered the courtyard saw Liu Meiqing and Shuan'er who were laughing so hard that she picked up the broom on the wall and rushed over: "You bullied Chu Xia again!"

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin would suddenly come out. Liu Meiqing wanted to get up and hide, and it was too late to see the broom head that was pressed down.

The girl hurriedly put her hand away, threw down the broom and went to tear Liu Meiqing's hair: "You poisonous woman, Shuan'er is not your son? Why are you so cruel to let him block you?"

Holding the child and sitting on the bench again, Liu Meiqing was no match for the girl at all. There was a pain in the scalp, which made her gasp: "Let go, Luo Meiying, let go now!  …"

"What's the matter, what's wrong with this?" The woman in blue yesterday, the auntie in Chuxia came in from the door just in time, which made Lin Chuxia, who had just gotten up, wondered why she always appeared like that timely? It felt like I was always staring at the door.

"Auntie, are you back so early today?" Chu Xia quietly stood in front of Auntie Zheng Sanqiao, blocking her way. ----New book upload, please recommend, please collect

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