Eating melons and raising children in the period literature

Days pass by

Yang Qingqing has been working for a week, so it's time for her to take a break and go with us to participate in the autumn harvest.

At this time, the rice and corn have been harvested and piled up in the threshing ground, ready for threshing. The corn is dried in the sun, and the villagers will thresh it when there is nothing else to do in winter.

In addition to the people who stayed behind to thresh the crops, others had to go to the fields to harvest sweet potatoes, potatoes, and pumpkins.

After everything is harvested, we have to collect radishes and cabbages from the private plots to make pickled cabbage or store them in the cellar to eat throughout the winter.

These are the most consumed foods in the coming year, and people are more concerned about their production than rice.

Yang Qingqing was assigned to the sweet potato field, and she did the same thing as Wen Jing and the other children. They all put the dug sweet potatoes into the basket.

The reason why she was not assigned other work was mainly because she did not live on work points, it was mainly to show an attitude.

Ma Changhui also knew this, so he let her follow Wen Jing and the others, since she was not that old anyway.

Also, most villagers look at work points, and only during the busy farming season will they give full work points.

At other times, unless it is particularly tiring, it is usually six or seven work points.

In fact, the villagers hoped that Yang Qingqing and her friends would not come to earn work points, so that they would not have to share the food, and the villagers could get more, although the extra food might not be enough to feed a family.

But Yang Qingqing didn't know any of this. She just got her experience from the novels she read.

Plus, she also wanted to see how the educated youth heroine was doing now, so she followed along to work.

However, when Yang Qingqing arrived, the educated youth had already been assigned and were not in the same team as her.

The field where she was working was quite far away, and she thought that the heroine's idea might not come true today.

Yang Qingqing wore her old clothes to make it easier to work, but she didn't expect that digging sweet potatoes from the ground would be so tiring.

They really worked non-stop, no one was slacking off, let alone chatting, it was nothing like what was described in the novel

When the gong rang at noon, Yang Qingqing's tense nerves finally relaxed.

When she looked up, Wen Yuan had already run over from a distance, pulling Yang Qingqing to go eat.

Yang Qingqing was stunned at first, and after a while she stood up with her hands on her waist.

"Aunt, are you okay? How about I help you? My sister and the others are waiting for you over there."

"Okay, you're not even as tall as my legs. I can do it myself, how about you guys? I didn't even have time to look at you."

"It's okay! We've adapted over the past few days. I didn't want to move in the past few days. I was so tired. I'm much better now."

"Okay. I'm much better now. Lead the way. We can finish eating early so we can rest for a while."

When Wen Yuan brought Yang Qingqing over, Wen Jing, Wen Xuan, Wen Qian, and even Wen Dan and Wen Ran were all there, but no one had started eating. They were all waiting for her.

"Why don't you eat first? Each of you has a lunch box. You don't have to wait for me."

Yang Qingqing took her lunch box and opened it twice but failed to open the lid.

Only then did she feel that her hands had no strength at all, as if her hands were no longer under the control of her brain.

After waiting for a while, I finally opened the lunch box.

Inside was the red bean rice prepared by Yang Qingqing. This was more in line with Yang Qingqing's idea of ​​wanting to be low-key and eat well than eating white rice.

The dish was braised pork stew. However, the noodles were all cabbage vermicelli, and Yang Qingqing put the meat at the bottom, so that others could not find it.

Just when Yang Qingqing was enjoying her meal, she heard someone shouting not far away.

"Uncle Changgui, Uncle Changhui. That kid over there can't get up. I think he's dying. Come and have a look."

The villagers all went there. Yang Qingqing was not tired anymore and followed them.

I saw a couple in their thirties begging Ma Changhui to save their child.

Wen Jing said quietly at this time

"Aunt, that child is the little black man we met last time. Aunt, do you know what happened to him?"

Yang Qingqing saw that he was definitely malnourished, but now several people were well-nourished, so Yang Qingqing didn't say anything.

This was very difficult for Ma Changhui. Their identities were sensitive, and sending them to the hospital might cause trouble and delay the rescue. But Lao Jiangtou went into the mountains to collect herbs two days ago and has not returned yet.

While people were discussing and Ma Changhui was struggling, a pair of elderly people, dressed in rags but with a charming demeanor, took the child's hand.

The middle-aged man did not stop them, but looked at them with despair in his eyes.

Because Dong Ke knew that with the old man's ability, it would not be a problem to save his child, but with their current status, they could not get medicine at all, and even a decent meal for the child.

Dong Ke and his wife Sun Xue are both teachers at a high school in Beijing. He teaches mathematics and his wife teaches biology.

But I didn't expect that because I was a little strict with my students, I would be reported and criticized. I had no place to complain.

In the end, it was my father-in-law who used his connections to send the family to the Northeast.

But it also implicated him, and he retired early. The old man was originally the director of the Education Bureau. He had three sons, one of whom died in the Anti-Japanese War, another was in the army, and one worked in the municipal government.

This is just retirement. Otherwise, it is very likely to bring trouble to his wife's family. His family used to be in business, but later donated all the property. He thought that the world would be peaceful in the future.

He was able to support his wife and children with his own ability, and he left nothing behind except two pieces of jewelry that his mother liked.

He now doesn't know whether he is glad that he donated all his property so that no one can use him against him, or he regrets that he was strict with his students, which led to his current fate.

"Secretary, the child is fine. If anyone has some candy, give him a piece and he'll be fine soon."

The old man, Lan Tiansheng, was a famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the past, but now he is afraid of being criticized, so he can only pretend to hold the child's hand to cover up the pulse, and his wife Gu Mi helps to cover up.

In fact, the child Dong Anjie was not full and did not eat well for a long time, which caused damage to his whole body. But now he is in a coma, which is mainly caused by hypoglycemia.

If you don't get sugar supplements, you're probably going to die.

After that, Dong Ke and Sun Xue looked at the people around them expectantly, but no one took it out.

I don't know if it's because I can't bear to part with it or if I really don't have it. But the probability that I really don't have it is very high.

Yang Qingqing couldn't bear to see a little life die like this, so she immediately took out seven or eight fruit candies from the space and transferred them into her pocket.

"Sister-in-law, I have some. Here you go. Give one to your child. I don't have much. I'll give them all to you."

"Thank you~ Thank you~ Thank you~" Sun Xue put the candy into Anjie's mouth with trembling hands.

Ma Changhui looked at it and said, "It should be fine now."

"Alright, alright, go back and rest. We still need to work later! Let's all go!"

All the people watching the excitement were driven away, including Yang Qingqing.

"We are not an unreasonable village. This child should not work this afternoon. Have a good rest. I will come to see you in the evening."

The last sentence was much quieter.