Dressed as a cute kid with a farm: Pick up a brother to farm

Meng Huaishao kept his word and asked them to pack up all the remaining steamed buns and take them away.

Meng Huaishao has always loved to stock up on goods. Steamed buns are the simplest and most delicious dry food, so he naturally prepared a lot of them.

He has both raw and cooked food!

For this purpose, he cleared a shelf to store food! All the vegetables and fruits could only be put in baskets or piled on the ground.

When cooking before, Meng Huaishao not only made some steamed buns on the spot, but also asked Ye Yaoyao to take out all the steamed buns that had been fermented in the farm space and steam them, for fear that the children would not have enough to eat.

“You little brat, you’re eating me out of my house”[Note 1] is not just a casual statement.

However, Meng Huaishao noticed that the older children mostly restrained themselves when eating, for fear that they would eat up all his food.

He scooped the porridge, so everyone had to finish it cleanly and make the bottom of the bowl shiny.

When Ye Yaoyao saw this, she wondered if they had licked the bowl.

The steamed buns were placed on the table for everyone to take.

The aroma of fragrant corn and flour fills the air, making people salivate and their appetites grow.

But most people only took one or two and ate them with chicken porridge.

Therefore, there were still a lot of steamed buns left. After a little thought, Meng Huaishao decided to let everyone take them home and eat them.

The older children wanted to refuse when they heard this, but under Meng Huaishao's insistence, they were taken back.

It's already been made, and Meng Huaishao really can't eat so much by himself. If they don't take any, it will probably be wasted.

None of this group of people is willing to waste food.

Instead of wasting it, it is better to take it home and make it into porridge to save a meal.

In this way, Ye Yaoyao and Meng Huaishao obtained the soil suitable for making mud bricks without any effort.

Moreover, there are a lot of them.

Otherwise, how can we say that having an old person in the family is like having a treasure?

Older people know more.

Meng Huaishao searched for a long time but couldn't find suitable soil. Once the village elders got involved, there was so much river mud for making mud bricks that they could not use it all up.

The children in the village even took the initiative to help him transport it back, which solved a big problem.

Meng Huaishao and Ye Yaoyao can be considered the beneficiaries of this action, and it was worth it for them to secretly release so much water.

If the river mud piled up in the yard is not dealt with quickly, it will dry up.

It is impossible to fill the underground warehouse with river mud, not only does it take up space, it is also dirty.

For this reason, Meng Huaishao could only insist on sprinkling water every day to keep it moist, and only put some in when needed.

Then I played with mud every day.

It's not impossible to dry it in the sun, but the process of making mud bricks will be more complicated. Not only will it be tiring, but it will also be a waste of work. It's better to add water to keep it moist.

The mold he used was borrowed from the village.

The village no longer needed mud brick molds, so Meng Huaishao simply borrowed all of them and started making mud bricks in a hurry.

Mix the moist river mud with chopped straw, stir evenly, pour it into the mold, flatten it, and when it is half dry, remove it from the mold and let it dry.

The villagers still need to raise funds to make mud bricks, but Meng Huaishao does not.

There is a lot of straw in the farm space, which is perfect for use when the firewood has not been burned out.

Of course, in order not to expose his own straw problem, Meng Huaishao applied a thin layer of river mud mixed with weeds on the surface of the mud bricks.

Other than it not being that smooth, it's not a big problem.

After eating, Ye Yaoyao pushed her dining chair around for a while. Feeling a little tired, she returned to Meng Huaishao.

Meng Huaishao and mud, she sat down on the ground, dug a piece of mud and started playing.

The difference is that she dug the mud from the ground of the farm space and could play with it by adding some water.

As for the river mud brought in from outside?

She doesn't want to play!

Meng Huaishao saw Ye Yaoyao playing in the mud, but did not stop her.

The little one likes to play, so just let her play.

As for getting your whole body dirty?

What kind of problem is this?

Just wash it clean later, what’s the big deal?

Clothes have to be washed every day anyway, so at most you just rub them a few more times, it’s no big deal.

Of course, due to climate issues, no one outside has the luxury of using water to wash clothes.

Meng Huaishao would wash them directly in the stream in the farm space and then take them out to dry at night.

Of course, he also left two sets of dirty clothes unwashed for him and Ye Yaoyao to wear when going out, so as to be consistent with the villagers.

As for the hair?

Considering Ye Yaoyao, he still washes it every day.

Otherwise, it will stink and will bother the little one!

"Pot! This is Pot!"

Ye Yaoyao held an ugly little clay figurine, raised it high, and handed it to Meng Huaishao.

On the little baby's chubby face, there was a smile that was hotter than the sun, and in his clear eyes, it seemed that there was only this person in front of him.

Meng Huaishao squatted down and took the little clay figurine, which was a bit rough but clearly showed that it was a boy with tied hair. There was a smile in his eyes that almost overflowed.

"Yaoyao did a great job, just like his brother!"

"Uh-huh!"

Ye Yaoyao didn't think that what she did was ugly at all and highly praised Meng Huaishao's evaluation.

“Yaoyao is awesome!”

"What about Yaoyao?"

Meng Huaishao shook the little clay figure in his hand and said seriously.

"Brother and Yaoyao can't be separated, one person will be lonely~ Yaoyao, have you ever been a little Yaoyao?"

Ye Yaoyao tilted her head and grinned after listening to what Meng Huaishao said.

"Yes!"

As he said this, he picked up another small clay figure from the ground.

The little clay figurine had two small pigtails tied up in her hair, and there were a few sweet potato flowers on her skirt, almost covering the little clay figurine...

"Guo Guo, this is Xiao, Xiao Yaoyao!"

Meng Huaishao has a rough little Meng Meng in his left hand and a delicate little Yaoyao in his right hand, and he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The little one knows how to love beauty at such a young age.

"Yaoyao is amazing. Little Yaoyao is as beautiful as you!"

Ye Yaoyao felt elated when she heard Meng Huaishao's praise.

"Yes!"

She looked up and pointed at the two clay dolls with her little hand: "Give them to Guoguo!"

"Give them all to brother?" Meng Huaishao raised his eyebrows.

"Give them all! To Guoguo!"

Ye Yaoyao spoke with great passion: "Xiao Yaoyao, accompany Xiao Guoguo, you won't be alone!"

"Well, not alone!"

Meng Huaishao squatted down, put the two clay dolls side by side, and spoke to Ye Yaoyao with a smile.

"Brother and Yaoyao, stay together forever, we are not alone~"

"Uh-huh!"

Ye Yaoyao nodded solemnly. Because she used too much force, her double chin popped out, looking very cute.

Meng Huaishao looked at it and the corners of his mouth curled up even higher.

Worried that he would be overwhelmed by the cuteness and not have the energy to continue working, Meng Huaishao quickly and carefully put away the two clay dolls.

"Yaoyao, play by yourself for a while. I'll play with you once I make these mud bricks!"

"Okay!"

Ye Yaoyao nodded obediently and ran to continue picking mud.

In addition to making little clay figures, she is also planning to build a big castle!

[Note 1]: A half-grown boy who eats his father out of poverty: a colloquialism. Liu Shaotang's "Elm Money Rice" also quotes: "However, a half-grown boy who eats his father out of poverty can eat more than adults, but his food rations are less than adults." It can also be written as "A half-grown boy who eats his father out of poverty."