Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 201
In the old aunt's heart, everyone is a child who needs love and care, but in the eyes of the child, she is just a little sister who needs protection.

In the world where people get married as soon as they are fifteen or sixteen, too much enthusiasm can easily be misunderstood.

"Brother Tie Zhu, hurry up and drink some water." Pan Di served him the sugar water that had been poured down early in the morning.

His eyes glanced at his elder sister intentionally or unintentionally.

Ding Xue, who was warned for no reason, pursed her lips slightly, and Baba blinked fiercely.

I really want to be stupid, I can't see what the little girl's look means.

"Big sister." Pandi turned around and brought Ding Xuewei some water.

There are not many candies at home, and it is not enough to put them out to eat, but it is more than enough to drink two bowls of sugar water.

The children of each family are honest and honest, and they don't know how to do anything unless something is stuffed into their hands, and even if something is stuffed into their hands, they are not very willing to eat it.

Compared with them, Jin Huan is much different.

Peach crisps, which he chooses to produce, egg rolls, soda biscuits, and sugar egg white cakes are all the same.

As for the peach cakes, mouth crisps, and fruits from Bazhenlou, he didn't touch them.

"Anping, do you want to listen to the book?"

Very self-controlling, he also ate some and asked Anping who was biting the egg roll.

Anping looked up at him with a penetrating gaze, then took two egg rolls and stood up.

"Take some as well."

Ding Xuewei thought that the two children could eat while reading and listening, and vacated a small snack box to pack.

"Elder Sister, Senior Brother Jin only eats these."

Anping's slender fingers clicked several times.

Ding Xuewei took it along at the beginning, but stopped when he got half of it.

Raising her eyes, she looked at Jin Huan, but saw his calm face.

"Eldest sister, you pretend to be what the junior brother likes to eat." Pan Di said.

Turning her head and glanced at Pandi, Ding Xuewei continued to move her hands.

The big and small flowers didn't notice anything wrong, and Laidi was still actively filling the children with sunflower seeds.

When Anping went out with Jin Huan with a small snack box, Pandi fought back and distributed the few remaining egg rolls to the children.

"My eldest sister has been buying it for a long time, and she won't spoil it after eating it."

For peasant children, this sentence represents not contempt, but good luck.

In the farmhouse, you save everything that is delicious, or keep it for entertaining guests, and give it to the elderly. They don't like it too much if they don't eat or talk about it.

One by one wanted to put the peach cakes in their hands back.

"Take them and eat them. When it rains, they all disperse. If it wasn't for the crowds and dryness in the room, they would have softened today." Ding Xuewei followed Pandi's words.

When the children bit the egg roll cautiously and seriously, she said, "Turn around, I want some green. If you have free time, you can pick some old mint leaves for me!"

"green?"

"Old mint leaves?"

"I want to adjust the color of the canvas, and now I can get plant colors other than yellow and only the green of mint leaves by the ditch." Ding Xuewei explained without explanation.

What does the canvas mean?

"When do you want it?" Bai Xiang estimated her job.

Ding Xue broke a piece of egg white cake slightly: "I'll tell you later, I'm busy these days, so don't worry."

They were afraid that their sisters would stuff things for themselves again. After the children talked about the conversation, they found that it was almost time and they left with the excuse that it was time to cook.

Seeing that Ding Xuewei picked up peach cakes and fruits one after another, Dahua stopped her immediately.

"Sister Xuewei, don't give it to us any more. If you eat it again, you don't need to cook lunch."

Ding Xuewei didn't listen to her and picked up a lot and put them on the table.

"It's raining like it won't stop today. Let's keep the fire burning in the house. When my aunt comes back, it will be warm right away."

She just said that she didn't give it to you, but to your mother, what else can the two children do, of course, let her keep the snack box.

It took a lot of time to go back and forth. Aunt Zhang Qi and the others did not come back at noon. After the meal, the big and small flowers cleaned up the house, Jin Huan read to the three little ones, and Ding Xuewei, she picked up a charcoal pen and drew .

Traditionally, when the waking of stings is just a thunderclap and a few drops of light rain, this year, not to mention the thunderstorm, it lasts for four and a half days at a time.

In the first two days, Ding Xuewei didn't have to go out, but in the next two days, she couldn't do it. She thought that the laborers didn't dare to be idle, so they went to the bamboo forest one after another, so they hired someone.

While digging bamboo shoots, collecting bamboo insects.

They have no shortage of meat, but the paid workers must not break the rules. In two days, they not only piled up bamboo shoots that can be fed for more than ten days, but also collected nearly two hundred catties of bamboo worms.

When the sky finally cleared up, the dirty clothes of each family were washed directly on the back.

When it comes to washing clothes, Anping has a say, so he is in charge of teaching Jin Huan.

Ding Xuewei didn't need to take care of Jin Huan, he felt very comfortable in the crowd of women, one of them washed one of the thicker jackets for the sisters, and the other helped them.

Little Li, Wang, and Wen Jing who dragged their babies to do the laundry, all they saw were the sisters who had nothing on their clothes.

"You came early."

With her signature smile on her face, Mrs. Li greeted her in a circle, and then said something to sister Ding Xuewei, talking to Wanyi.

Wen Jing felt a little uncomfortable when she looked at the little clothes of their sisters, and then at the pile of clothes she was responsible for.

"You help me."

Without even thinking about it, she threw Mrs. Li and her thick waistcoats at the third sister.

It's not a big deal for the granddaughter to wash the clothes for grandma. In the past, when they lived together, it was Xiao Li, Wang and the two children's feces and diapers.

There was no reaction to Wen Jing's move to wash clothes.

Seeing how obedient they are, compared to the quiet expression on their faces, the women around them all cast down their eyes more or less.

Scanning everyone around, Mrs. Li lowered her eyebrows and silently washed her face.

Although Wang didn't dare to say anything, her complexion was uglier than Wen Jing's, especially when Wanxin fell and cried.

Standing up to pull the child up, she patted and yelled at the child while pulling it up: "Why are you crying? You are not the lady's life. Don't cry! You still cry! If milk doesn't hurt, grandpa doesn't love you, how can you cry? Cry!" For whom."

She may not know the words "pointing at Sang and scolding Huai", but everyone who heard these two words knew that she was alluding to Ding Xuewei and the others.

Involuntarily, everyone's eyes drifted towards the sisters, but they saw that the three of them looked like they hadn't heard, and they were seriously scrubbing Li's waistcoat.

"Still crying, still crying, stop crying..."

Mrs. Wang roughly pulled the baby back and forth, her voice getting louder and louder.

I didn't bother to talk about her quietness before, but now I can't stand it anymore.

"Sister-in-law three, please be gentle, Wanxin has already fallen, but you still pat her."

"Every girl knows how to cry every day, and then howls like a dead mother when she falls. If you don't teach me, you won't be able to go to heaven in the future. My baby, I don't want them to know that they are comfortable without a conscience. It doesn't matter whether the elders in the family live or die." Mrs. Wang replied bluntly, speaking impassionedly.

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