Eating melons and raising children in the period literature

The next day

Yang Qingqing went to work as usual. Wen Jing and Wen Xuan were feeling anxious, while Wen Xuan and Wen Qian were just going out for a fun outing. They set off to the gathering place and waited for their work assignments.

When Wen Jing and the others arrived, the other adults had already started working, and they were the only children waiting for their assignments at the edge of the field.

"Now those of you who are older, those who are ten years old and above, go and help gather the rice stalks and carry them to the edge of the field. Someone will come and carry them away.

Those who were under ten followed behind and picked up rice ears. They would go to the fields where the harvest had been completed and pick up rice ears.

One basket of rice ears is worth two work points, and a day of collecting rice straw is worth four work points. You have to work hard and don’t be lazy. If you are caught, your work points will be deducted.”

"Do you understand? If you do, go get the basket from the accountant."

Wen Jing is just ten years old this year. She doesn't know which side she should follow, so she asks

"Uncle, I should follow over there. I am ten years old now."

"It's Wenjing! You are just ten years old, you can follow wherever you want. If you want to earn more, go collect rice stalks. If you don't want to be too tired, go help pick up rice ears.

I suggest you follow your brothers and sisters. There are workers and soldiers in your family, and they don't rely on work points for work. Besides, your aunt and others can't come, so you should go with them to look after Wen Qian.

The people in our village are all very nice. We are just afraid of any accidents. You can take Wenxuan, Wenqian, Wendan and Wenran with you. It will be safer this way.

If you have any problems, come to me, or my mom or others."

"I see. Thank you, uncle."

Wen Jing thought about it and realized that she was not afraid of the hardship of carrying rice stalks, but she was really worried that her younger brothers and sisters would have accidents. There were no adults at home, so she had to keep an eye on them.

I went to get the basket and went to the harvested field with Wenxuan and the others.

At noon, Wen Jing brought Wen Xuan and the other children to the small woods next to the ground to have lunch.

She saw that the whole village was a family gathering together, finding a place to sit down and eat. No one went home to eat.

So I brought Wenxuan and the others to a place with few people.

At this time, Wen Dan's grandmother Zhao Xiaohua came over and asked Wen Dan, Wen Ran and Wen Jie to come over for dinner.

Yang Qingqing didn't think too much about it, so she didn't prepare any meals for Wen Dan and Wen Ran.

Zhao Xiaohua received Yang Qinghe's food subsidy, so she would cook for Wen Dan and Wen Ran every day.

In fact, because Yang Qinghe and his wife both work in the army, their children don't need to help in the fields.

But since there was basically no one in the village at that time, as everyone was working in the fields, Wendan and Wenran could help take care of Wenjie while earning a few work points.

That’s why they appear in the ground.

Their situation is different from Wenxuan and his friends. Wenxuan and his friends were forced to come, while Wendan and his friends came voluntarily.

When Wenxuan and the others sat down to eat, rest and chat

Behind a tree not far from them, a little head was staring at the buns in Wen Qian's hand, almost rushing over to grab them.

The little-headed child was wearing ragged clothes and was skinny and dark. Except for his big eyes, there was nothing to see anywhere else.

Wen Qian had just taken a bite of egg, and before she could swallow it, she saw him

She was so frightened that she kept coughing. Wen Jing patted her back anxiously, but Wen Qian tried hard to swallow while pointing at the little head.

Wenxuan looked over and saw him. He ignored him and continued to take care of Wen Qian who was choking.

The little head felt that he was in trouble, so he turned around and ran away.

Wen Jing said, "Do you know the child just now? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Wenxuan: "I haven't seen him either. I'll go ask Wendan or Brother Jianfang later. He shouldn't have any bad intentions."

Wen Yuan also shook his head, indicating that he did not know her, and said

"Let's bring a bottle of water tomorrow. I feel choked after dinner."

When Wen Dan came over in the afternoon, Wen Jing asked and found out that there were not only educated youth in the village but also two families who were sent down to the countryside.

One family is an elderly couple in their fifties, and the other is a couple in their thirties with a child.

Almost no one in the village would communicate with them. They did the dirtiest and most tiring work in the village every day.

Wen Jing and the others didn't take it seriously. They just knew it was someone from the village. Otherwise, they would think it was a wild man from the mountain.

When it got dark in the afternoon, they returned home and did not see the child.

When the evening came, Yang Qingqing asked

"Wenjing, how was your day? Did anyone bully you? Are you tired from working?"

"Not tired, still acceptable."

Yang Qingqing saw that the children seemed fine, but their energy was a little low. Even Wen Yuan, who was usually the most lively, was looking at his head.

"Okay, you've worked hard today. Let's have something delicious tonight."

Yang Qingqing wanted to motivate herself, so she had to work on her food.

"Okay. Auntie, you don't know that when we were eating buns today, I saw a lot of people looking at us. I knew at a glance that they envied us.

But I saw that they only had black steamed bread for dinner, and no vegetables. We not only had steamed buns, but also an egg. In the end, Wen Qian didn’t finish her steamed bun, so I asked Wen Dan and Wen Ran to share it.”

When Wen Yuan heard that he was going to have something delicious to eat in the evening, he immediately became more energetic and continued

"We also saw a little kid. He wanted to eat our buns too, but he scared his sister and ran away. Humph, if I saw him, I would definitely make him die of greed in front of him, humph."

"Second brother, how do you know that others are greedy when they see you eating buns?"

Wen Qian looked at Wen Yuan curiously. She wondered why she didn't see it.

"Didn't you see that their eyes were almost glued to my buns? But auntie, today's buns are especially delicious, really delicious, but why is there no meat? It would be even more delicious if it was filled with meat."

Only then did Yang Qingqing realize Wen Yuan's intentions and reminded her that he preferred meat-filled buns.

"Hmph~Hmph~Just be content. Others don't even have any vegetarian stuffing. How about I prepare some steamed bread for you guys tomorrow?"

"Ah! No! Auntie, I'm wrong. I like eating radish stuffed buns the most. I want more tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"Look how happy I am. You will know what to eat tomorrow. Come and have dinner. I have prepared everything. You can bring a bowl to your uncle later."

"How are Wendan and the others? Are they with you?"

Yang Qingqing thought that she had forgotten to ask Wen Dan and Wen Ran about their meals yesterday, and she hadn't brought them lunch. She didn't know what her second brother would think if he knew.

"We were together all day, but when it was time to eat, Grandma Ma called them away to eat. They had steamed buns and pickles."

"Okay, I got it. Wenjing, please ask if I want you to help Wendan and the others prepare lunch. I have more time now and can do more."

"Okay, Auntie."

As Yang Qingqing spoke, she handed a bowl of mixed vegetables for her second brother to Wen Jing. There were only three slices of meat in it, the size of a palm.

In fact, there was still a lot of meat in Yang Qingqing's pot. Yang Qingqing put 20 slices in total, planning to have two slices per person.

But now I think it's still too high-profile, so I gave it three pieces.

She didn't know that what she thought was low-key was actually enough for more than a dozen people in the village to eat once.

However, Yang Qinghe did not say anything. After all, this was something his sister had obtained with great difficulty.

It's not that he can't make money. Although his sister spends money lavishly, he can definitely make it if he works hard. He can't hand over all the bonus for the next mission. He has to keep some for his sister.

Yang Qinghe comforted himself in his heart and felt that he was a really good man and a good brother.