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In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shines on the earth, and the chickens in the farmyard begin to crow early. Song He

In early March of the lunar calendar, there is still a chill in the air. When the wind blows, the cold wind only penetrates into people's sleeves and collars.

Song He tightened her clothes, put down the chicken bowl and walked into the kitchen quickly. She had to hurry up and cook, otherwise Chen Guihua would find another reason to ridicule her.

Just as he was thinking about it, a sharp female voice came from outside.

"Song He, is the meal ready?"

Song He raised his voice slightly, "Okay."

A middle-aged woman with a round face and a slightly plump figure walked into the kitchen. This was Chen Guihua, Song He's mother in this life.

Chen Guihua glanced at the two dough buns placed in the basket on the stove, frowned slightly, and asked, "Why is there no food?"

Song He stirred the porridge in the pot with a spoon in one hand and replied, "There weren't many wild vegetables left yesterday. I cooked the rest into the porridge."

Spring is the time when the harvest is slow, the farm vegetables have not yet grown, and the pickled radish and pickles last winter have been eaten up. Almost every household in the village relies on digging wild vegetables to add to the family.

Chen Guihua glanced at the wild vegetable porridge in the pot and said, "You know there are a lot of vegetables at home, so you don't know how to dig more."

Song He raised his eyelids and said: "Although there are a lot of wild vegetables growing outside recently, there are more people digging wild vegetables in the village. And I spent the whole day cooking dye liquid in the backyard yesterday, so I took the time to dig these wild vegetables in the afternoon."

Then Song He changed the subject, "But if mother wants to eat it, I will go out and dig wild vegetables immediately after I finish breakfast."

"How can that be done? I have to dye cloth in the dyeing vat in the morning." Chen Guihua blurted out.

Song He raised his eyebrows and said, "We can't let the family run out of food."

Chen Guihua said without thinking: "Forget it, if there is no food, there will be no food, and I won't die of hunger. Hurry up and serve the food, your father will go out to help others in a while."

Every spring, some families in the village lay new tiles on their roofs. Manpower is not valuable these days, so the owner buys some new tiles, invites a few relatives and friends to help lay the tiles, and provides lunch for everyone.

Song He didn't move and asked, "Should I serve the rice? Dad won't eat eggs this morning?"

Song Yougen had just returned from the corvee service a while ago and had lost a lot of weight. Now he had to eat something good to replenish his body, and for farmers, "eating something good" meant eating an egg.

Chen Guihua has always been very careful about everything at home. She keeps eggs and sugar tightly locked in the cupboard, preventing others from touching them.

Chen Guihua choked, took out the key, and turned around. Page (1/3)