Wear slightly worn shoes.

Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling, the two children jumped for joy as if they had found a treasure, but Qian Chunhua felt a trace of sadness in her heart.

His space was filled with all kinds of supplies, but the only things missing were clothes and shoes that fit the two children.

When she was putting shoes on them just now, she clearly felt that the two pairs of shoes were not the right size for them. But in order to wear the "new shoes", the two children forced their feet into it.

Qian Chunhua made up her mind that she would take time out today to go to the county town to buy them a pair of really suitable shoes.

Relying on her original body's memory, she walked to the wall beside the bed, squatted down, and gently removed the three loose bricks.

From the cracks between the bricks, she took out a package, which contained the family's entire savings - thirty taels of silver.

This money was the reward that Zhao Yongcai earned from generous employers during his years of escorting outside with his hard work and sweat. He saved it bit by bit, dozens of pieces.

Every ounce of silver represents Zhao Yongcai's deep love for this family.

Qian Chunhua held the thirty taels of silver in his hand and sighed softly.

This amount of money was only enough for Zhao Qingyun to study in private school for another year.

She knew very well that she had to find a way to make money as soon as possible, at least to allow Qingyun to continue his studies.

After carefully putting the silver into the space, Qian Chunhua restored the brick to its original state and left the room silently.

In the warm light of the kitchen, Zhao Xiaoling was busy and agile. She had already brought a bundle of firewood, ready to help her mother make breakfast.

Relying on the memory of his original body, Qian Chunhua walked to the cupboard and gently opened the door. Inside were neatly placed four eggs, a bowl of cornmeal and a bowl of flour mixed with cornmeal and bran.

These are the ingredients for cooking at home this morning. They are usually carefully kept by Zhao Qi and locked in the room.

Qian Chunhua is responsible for preparing three meals a day for the Zhao family.

Since she didn't need to work in the fields, the task of cooking fell on her shoulders.

The original body had no objection to this arrangement, but for Qian Chunhua, it was a heavy burden.

It’s not that she can’t cook, she just doesn’t like the traditional way of cooking.

Although the food cooked with firewood was fragrant, the hard work in the cooking process and the control of the heat gave her a headache.

Qian Chunhua could still handle it once or twice occasionally, but if it happened day after day, she would really find it unbearable.

At this moment, she was looking forward to returning home as soon as possible.

As long as she has a family, she no longer has to cook for the whole family, and she only needs to take care of her own small family.

When she is free, she can cook whatever she wants. When she doesn’t want to cook, the wide variety of cooked food in her space is enough to keep her from being troubled by hunger.

"Mom, the water is hot." Zhao Xiaoling looked at Qian Chunhua who was standing there in a daze and reminded her anxiously.

My mother seemed a little strange today. She was in a trance since she got up. She held an egg in her hand, but her eyes were staring at the corns with empty eyes.

Zhao Xiaoling's voice interrupted Qian Chunhua's thoughts. She suddenly came to her senses and hurriedly prepared to wash the rice.

Zhao Xiaoling brought a stool, stood on it, and carefully scooped the hot water from the hanging pot into the wooden barrel one spoonful at a time.

When the bucket was half full of water, she lifted the bucket with difficulty and walked towards her eldest brother's room.

Zhao Qingyun had just gotten up at this moment, and the hot water brought by Zhao Xiaoling was just right for him to wash up.

Watching this scene, Qian Chunhua felt sorry for her daughter, but also felt that her eldest son's spoiled character by his family was a big problem.

Once a habit is formed, it is very difficult to change it, especially now that he is at the point where he wants to be adopted out.

Qian Chunhua took his time and planned to take it step by step.

In the morning, I cooked a pot of corn porridge, which was steaming and fragrant. Four eggs were steamed together with a mixture of fresh cornmeal and bran.

On the dining table in the main room, a plate of pickles was quietly placed there.

The four eggs were distributed equally, with Zhao Daqing and Zhao Qi each getting one. They were the backbone of the family and needed adequate nutrition to support their daily lives.

Zhao Yongqiang, the strong laborer in the family, also got one egg. He needed strength to cope with the heavy work in the fields.