When they heard five hundred yuan, everyone shut up. Let alone five hundred yuan, they couldn't even get together one hundred yuan.
But even so, they still had some complaints against Cheng Qiao. Chai Jianmin looked at Han Chunmei coldly, his eyes full of ridicule.
Han Chunmei felt confused. She really didn't want Cheng Qiao's job. On the one hand, she had no money, and on the other hand, she was not made to be a teacher.
Zhang Yuefang also felt a little sad. No matter how hard she worked, she never had more than one hundred yuan. The most unhappy thing was Xiaofang. Although she couldn't afford five hundred yuan for the time being, she could owe it first, and slowly
It's okay if it's not enough.
Fortunately, Xiaofang is also a scheming person and did not express this idea. Otherwise, she would definitely be scolded by others.
Cheng Qiao didn't care what those people thought. She focused on taking care of her children, reading medical books, and asking Ye Jun if she didn't understand. The two of them often went to the mountains to look for medicinal herbs with their children in their arms.
Li Le was jealous and wanted to go to the mountains with Cheng Qiao, but Cheng Qiao gave her a goal. She must enter fifth grade in September next year.
Li Huan would follow Cheng Qiao up the mountain when he had free time. Not only did he make traps, but he also had to cut firewood. The days soon came to October, and it was about to enter the busy farming season.
When little Cheng Li was three months old, the busy farming season began. Except for Cheng Qiao, everyone else in the family went to the fields. After Cheng Qiao fed little Cheng Li, she put him on the big bed in the space, and then went out to work by herself.
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So even if Cheng Qiao doesn't work in the field, he has a lot of work at home. In addition to cleaning two houses, doing laundry and cooking, and feeding two chickens, he also has to take little Cheng Li out for a walk in his spare time.
Walk.
Cheng Qiao had breakfast, washed the dishes, fed the chickens, washed clothes and cleaned the room, and then went to the kitchen to cook lunch. Cheng Qiao, who was alone at home, always cheated. Today he took some frozen dumplings and steamed them, and tomorrow he took some sorghum.
Take out the steamed buns and steam them.
Two days later, I took some quick-frozen chicken and made a chicken stewed with mushrooms, or took two pounds of meat and made a steamed pork vermicelli. The rice was mostly rice, mixed with a small part of sorghum rice to make a multigrain rice.
Due to such high labor intensity during the busy farming season, other villagers have become darker and thinner. On the other hand, Li's mother and Li Le, who are on holiday due to the busy farming schedule, are indeed darker, but there is no such thing as thinness.
It was another beautiful day with the sun shining brightly, but the weather was obviously getting colder. Cheng Qiao found a few pieces of defective cloth that Qiu Min had brought, and carried little Cheng Li to the field with a basket on his back.
When the village women saw Cheng Qiao, who became more beautiful after giving birth, they all felt envious. Not only was this silly Baitian fair and beautiful, but his figure was not out of shape, and the child he gave birth to was not only good-looking, but also had the surname Cheng.
But Cheng Qiao is the village chief's wife after all. No matter how sad everyone is, they still greet her warmly when they see her. Cheng Qiao is not stingy. Children under ten years old will occasionally give a fruit candy as long as they have a sweet mouth.
In this way, the villagers had a better impression of Cheng Qiao. It turned out that Silly Baitian was still Silly Baitian, maybe because he had restrained himself a lot because he got married.
Of course Cheng Qiao knew what the villagers were thinking, but in Xiangyang Village, a piece of candy could help her do many things, such as the news about the educated youth spot, the whereabouts of Xu Laidi, and the gossips of Chen Weimin and others. These were all things she needed to master.
"What a coincidence, why are you here again? I already said I would go back to cook early, and you still have to take care of my good grandchildren."
Mother Li was happy when she saw Cheng Qiao coming with little Cheng Li in her arms. She quickly washed her hands in the ditch and then took little Cheng Li. Cheng Qiao quickly put down her backpack and took out lunch for Li Le and others to eat first.
"Mom, you and Li Le have dinner first. I'll go to Han Chunmei's place and ask her to help little Cheng Li make some winter clothes."
"This mother can do it, so you don't have to bother me."
Cheng Qiao smiled. Han Chunmei was little Cheng Li's godmother. She always used her own food rations to buy milk powder for little Cheng Li. She must repay this kindness.
After saying this, Mother Li knew that she had made the mistake of searching again. This Han Chunmei was very kind to her grandson, and it was right for Cheng Qiao to want to take care of her.
"Then go quickly and take little Cheng Li with you. This girl Chunmei will be happy to see little Cheng Li."
Cheng Qiao smiled, picked up the basket on her back, hugged little Cheng Li, and turned to leave.
"Sister Chunmei, come up."
When Han Chunmei saw Cheng Qiao hugging little Cheng Li, she smiled so much that her eyes narrowed. She quickly washed her hands in the ditch and wanted to hug little Cheng Li as soon as she came up.
"Sister Chunmei, take this backpack back."
"What is this? I don't want it."
"Here are cotton cloth and cotton. You can help Xiao Cheng Li make two pairs of cotton-padded clothes and three pairs of cotton trousers. You can also make the remaining one by yourself. I think your cotton-padded clothes have turned into cotton charcoal."
Han Chunmei's nose felt sore. She had been living like this for so many years, and the family in the city had completely forgotten about her. Not to mention money, not even a single thread had been sent to her.
So she also deliberately forgot about the family in the city. Anyway, she now has Xiao Cheng Li as her godson, and she will have a family in the future.
"There is also a strip of bacon and some pastries in the backpack. Don't let yourself be shortchanged when you are hungry at night."
Cheng Qiao whispered in her ear, then hugged little Cheng Li back and walked in the direction of Li's mother. Xu Laidi was in the field not far away, looking at Cheng Qiao who was getting whiter and more beautiful.
I almost chewed my gums with hatred.
She looked at Cheng Qiao with hatred, while Chai Jianmin looked at Xu Laidi with hatred. When Xu Laidi saw that Cheng Qiao had gone away, he started to get busy again.
There was a cry of a baby in her ears. It turned out that her son had peed. The weather was getting colder and if the wet urine was not changed in time, the child would easily get sick.
Xu Laidi quickly put down the farm tools and changed his son's diaper first. Premature babies are weak. Not only are their bodies small, but their cries are intermittent.
Xu Laidi took out the tightly wrapped baby bottle. There was milk mixed with milk powder in the baby bottle. He felt that the temperature was just right and fed it directly to the child.
The child might also be hungry, so he drank the milk gurglingly, but very slowly. Although Xu Laidi was anxious, he patiently finished feeding the child.
After drinking the milk, the child's eyes closed and he fell asleep soon after. Xu Laidi put him in a big basket, covered him with a small quilt, took out the cold dry food, and started to nibble slowly.
The villagers ate the rice they brought in groups of twos and threes and exchanged a few words with each other. Half an hour later, everyone got into the busy farming business again.
Looking at his sleeping son in the basket, Xu Laidi calmly picked up the farm tools and went to work in the fields. For the sake of his son, Xu Laidi also had to work hard and earn more work points.
"Wow...wow..."
Suddenly, Xu Laidi heard his son's heart-wrenching cry. This cry was not like his usual cry when he was hungry and had to urinate. He quickly put down his sickle and ran towards the place where his son slept.
