Shuiqing knew nothing about what had happened in Shanshui Village itself.

Their small home belongs to Shanshui Village, but it is also a short distance away from Shanshui Village, so the hustle and bustle of the village does not reach them.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Yan Qiu looked at Shui Qing curiously, not understanding why she would cover the perfectly good leek roots with a bamboo tube.

The bamboo sections inside the bowl-sized bamboo tube have been hollowed out, leaving only the very top part to block out the light.

Shui Qing placed eight chives in a row, satisfied. She straightened up and instructed, "The chives grown this way are not green, but yellowish-white. They are more tender and delicious when stir-fried with eggs."

The five children's eyes lit up when they heard about scrambled eggs.

But eggs taste good no matter how they're cooked, so what difference does it make whether the chives are tender or not?

Shui Qing looked at the five pairs of bewildered eyes, unsure how to explain leek sprouts to the unsophisticated children.

Even if you describe it, they still won't understand.

She let it go, saying, "Never mind, it should take about ten or twenty days to get some. You'll see the difference then."

Yan Qiu and the others didn't press for answers; after all, everything their mother made was delicious!

They were weeding the ground and digging holes.

"Mother, what is this package?" Xinghui stared at the thing wrapped in dried leaves in her hand and looked up to ask.

Shui Qing answered confidently and without any guilt: "Oh, your dad brought them back yesterday. He said he met an old man selling vegetable seeds by the roadside. They were all his own, but they were mixed together and not easy to sell."

Your father thought we were always short of vegetables, so he bought them all.

Upon hearing that it was vegetable seeds, Xinghui didn't doubt it, but instead frowned slightly and asked, "How do I plant them?"

Shui Qing thought to herself, "I know how to do that," but she put on a nonchalant expression and casually said, "It's okay, let's scatter the rapeseed first and see what happens when it comes out."

She'll find out when she gets out!

When the time comes, those that can be eaten will be eaten, those that need transplanting will be transplanted, and those that need trellises will be trellises built.

The six people were busy working in the vegetable garden.

With a large area, a large population, and the availability of vegetable varieties, it's natural to grow as much as possible.

Vegetables that can't be eaten can be pickled or dried; you can never have too many.

The vegetable garden was difficult to cultivate, and they worked until almost noon. Shuiqing went back to the kitchen to cook, leaving the children to continue.

The so-called kitchen was just a simple thatched roof, not drafty at all, but the wind howled and blew through it more merrily than in an open space.

There was no stove, only a fire pit, and the large iron pot was still placed on the pile of stones.

Shuiqing always cooks with utmost care, afraid that the pot will tilt, the stones will collapse, or the roof will fall down.

She stirred the egg and vegetable noodle soup, wondering how Fan Jin's progress in the prefectural city was going.

I would have returned much earlier at this time yesterday.

However, today we need to discuss calligraphy brushes, buy oxen and carts... so it will take some time.

The dough balls floated and sank in the large iron pot. A gust of wind blew in, and a lot of ash and a few bits of grass fell into it.

Shui Qing silently thought to herself: "A little dirt won't hurt you."

With nimble hands and feet, they quickly scooped out the grass clippings!

With the current underdeveloped medical technology, we try to avoid getting sick whenever possible, and minimize the frequency of illness.

We still need to build a brick house, a clean and bright kitchen, and a spacious courtyard.