"By the way, Brother Zhuzi, do you think Qin Huairu will come over later and say that his child is greedy?" Li Qinghe suddenly thought of what happened last time when He Yuzhu stewed chicken, and showed a half-smile.

"Hmm? This..."

He Yuzhu was a little dumbfounded. He knew Qin Huairu very well. Every time there was meat or fish in his house, Qin Huairu would come over and her excuses were always similar.

But this time the chicken is not his, so he can’t just give it to someone else.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao appears. The door curtain was lifted and Qin Huairu walked in with a smile on her face. "Qinghe is here too, Shazhu, what delicious food are you making?"

Li Qinghe looked at her and felt happy. This young widow asked this on purpose. He had brought the chicken into the courtyard openly. How could Qin Huairu not know? She wanted to bypass him and let He Yuzhu ask for a share of hers. She wanted He Yuzhu to do this offending thing.

However, He Yuzhu was not really stupid. If it was his own, he would have agreed directly. But Li Qinghe, the owner of the chicken, was sitting next to him. If he made the decision to divide it, Li Qinghe would not say anything, but they would just be ordinary neighbors in the future.

He smiled awkwardly, glanced at Li Qinghe, and said with a dry laugh: "Qinghe brought a chicken and asked me to stew it so that we can drink it together in the evening."

Qin Huairu's smile froze for a second, then she recovered. "Is that so? Shazhu, your cooking skills are amazing. The stewed chicken is so delicious. My three children are so greedy that they are making a fuss at home, wanting to eat it. Alas, my poor child has nothing in his stomach."

"......"

"Okay, you guys are busy, I'll go back first."

He Yuzhu avoided his gaze, and Li Qinghe pretended not to hear and did not respond. She felt embarrassed to stay, so she smiled awkwardly again, looked at the pot of stewed chicken reluctantly, and turned to leave.

He Yuzhu sighed and stewed the cabbage silently. Although he felt sorry for Qin Huairu, the chicken was not his.

At the Jia family, Qin Huairu saw Jia Zhang's expectant eyes as soon as she entered the door.

"How is it? Did Shazhu agree?"

"Mom, I want to eat meat." Bang Geng was not to be outdone and looked at Qin Huairu eagerly.

Xiaodang and Huaihua also looked at her with longing eyes.

Qin Ru sighed helplessly, "The chicken belongs to Li Qinghe, and he pretended not to hear it. It's not easy for Shazhu to give it to him. He is not really stupid, so how can he be willing to do something that offends others?"

"This Li Qinghe is really ignorant. He will be your brother-in-law from now on, and you can't bear to give up even a chicken?"

"Okay, let's eat. He may not be interested in Jingru. With Li Qinghe's conditions, it won't be difficult for him to find a girl with a city hukou."

......

After having a good meal and a good drink, Li Qinghe packed a chicken drumstick in He Yuzhu's lunch box and said, "Brother Zhuzi, I'll go home first. I'll send the lunch box back to you tomorrow."

"Okay, I won't send you off."

"We are all from the same courtyard, what's there to send off? Let's go."

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Yu Li washing clothes and putting the lunch box on the table. "Sister Li, eat the chicken leg first. It will help to get rid of the smell. Otherwise, it will be bad if you smell it when you go back."

"good."

Yu Li didn't hesitate at all. She wiped her hands on her clothes and picked up the chicken leg to eat it. Her eyes were narrowed with joy.

These days, it is really not easy to have a meal of meat, and such a big chicken leg is even rarer. People are not full, so how can they feed the chickens? Therefore, the chickens of this era are not very big and their egg production is not high.

After eating, Li Qinghe helped her digest the food before going back to wash clothes.

After she left, Li Qinghe lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

He has his own considerations for Yu Li, a woman. Every family is having a hard time now, and she cannot fit into any position, so she doesn't have any extra thoughts.

But once the storm passes and everything is released, she will never be willing to do so.

Anyway, everyone gets what they need. If she feels that she is capable at that time, Li Qinghe will not pester her and will let her go.

After thinking about some random things, Li Qinghe focused his attention on the space. The wheat was ripe, so he harvested it directly, leaving some to be planted as seeds, and controlled the space to shell and grind the rest into flour. The two roosters also decided the winner, so they should be able to reproduce tonight.

Everything is going in the right direction and I feel very happy.

He stood up, locked the door, slipped into the space, and began to practice.

Three hours later, Li Qinghe came out of the space, listened carefully to the movements around him, confirmed that the neighbors were asleep, and took out several bags of corn flour from the house and put them into the space.

He quietly opened the door and climbed over the wall to leave the compound.

The streets were so quiet at this time that even the barking of dogs could not be heard.

Because people were not well fed, few people kept dogs, as they really could not afford to do so. In the entire compound, only Qin Huairu raised a few rabbits.

Thinking about the imperial capitals of later generations, with their bright lights, wine, and women, and the hustle and bustle of life, it is hard to imagine that this era was so depressed.

......

The Pigeon City is no different from the last time I came here. It is still so quiet. People are coming and going, but there is no sound.

There is no shortage of rich people here, nor is there a shortage of poor people who have no food to eat.

Li Qinghe strode in. He had covered his face at this time, so he didn't have to worry about being recognized. Even if someone recognized him by his figure, he wouldn't say hello. It was enough for everyone to keep it tacit.

Li Qinghe came this time to buy some more poultry and bills.

He had already decided to buy some candy tickets, cigarette tickets, or canned food tickets.

As for the bills for big items like bicycles and radios, he was not interested. It was not that he did not want them, but that he could not. If he dared to ride his bicycle back to the compound, would those people in Liu Haizhong not be jealous? Even if they were afraid of his status as a martyr and did not dare to make trouble openly, anonymous reports would probably be inevitable.

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