Zhao Qingyun, as the only scholar in the family, also enjoyed one egg because his studies required more energy and nutrition.

The distribution of steamed bread was a little tricky. There were eleven people in the family, but they were only allowed to make ten steamed bread.

Zhao Daqing explained that the three children had small appetites, so two would be enough.

The three children are Zhao Qingsong from the first wife, Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling from the second wife.

Although the quantity was limited, Zhao Qingsong always tried to share it equally with his brothers and sisters so that everyone could eat. Zhao Qingsong's behavior made Qian Chunhua think that this child of the old family was very good.

But, is it necessary to divide people into different levels just for a meal?

Qian Chunhua expressed dissatisfaction with Mr. Zhao's behavior.

Qian Chunhua knew in his heart that what Grandpa Zhao and Zhao Qi did was simply to demonstrate their authority as the heads of the family, which was actually unnecessary.

Children are in the golden period of growth. If they do not have a proper diet or are not hungry or full at the right time, it will inevitably have a significant impact on their growth and development.

These thoughts flashed through Qian Chunhua's mind, but were fleeting.

She didn't plan to make any changes for the time being. After all, in this strange world, she still needed to carefully hide the secret that she was not her original self.

After dinner, Zhao Xiaojuan was busy cleaning up the dishes, preparing to start her dishwashing job, which was the housework assigned to her by Zhao Li.

At the same time, Zhao Qingsong, carrying a backpack, took Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling to the field path to cut grass for pigs.

In another corner, Zhao Qingyun picked up his book box and was about to follow his uncle Zhao Yongqiang to the private school in the county.

Qian Chunhua saw the whole scene and her heart was moved slightly.

Although the journey of more than ten miles is not far, it takes nearly half an hour to go back and forth.

This period of time was enough for Zhao Yongqiang to instill his own ideas on Zhao Qingyun on the way to the private school.

We must never let this happen again.

Qian Chunhua hurriedly called them to stop, took a few quick steps, snatched the bookcase from Zhao Yongqiang, and said decisively: "Qingyun, let mother take you to the private school today."

After she finished speaking, she took Zhao Qingyun's hand, ignored Zhao Yongqiang, and walked out the door without looking back.

Zhao Yongqiang stood there, looking at Qian Chunhua's back, his eyes full of disbelief.

When did this woman become so smart that she could see through his trick?

Since he couldn't send Qingyun away, Zhao Yongqiang turned and went into his father's room, thinking about the plans for dividing the family.

The road from Huanghualing to the county seat is an official road with a long history.

The weather is clear and the walking is relatively easy now. If it rains continuously, the road will be muddy and difficult to walk.

At the entrance of the village, ox carts travel back and forth between urban and rural areas. The fare is low, and it only costs two cents to reach the county town.

However, the Zhao family was frugal by nature, so they often chose to walk.

Qian Chunhua, carrying a heavy box of books, followed Zhao Qingyun silently.

As he walked, the silence between the two rooms became thicker.

Finally, Qian Chunhua couldn't help but break the silence: "Qingyun, do you feel tired?" She asked her son gently.

Zhao Qingyun shook his head gently, his tone was somewhat indifferent: "Not tired, mother."

Qian Chunhua couldn't help but think of the school bullying incidents he had heard about before traveling through time, and a wave of worry surged in his heart: "In private school, have any classmates bullied you?"

Zhao Qingyun glanced sideways, feeling a little surprised by the question.

He was silent for a moment, shook his head again, and refused to say more.

Whether he was being bullied or was safe and sound, he thought there was not much point in speaking out.

Looking at Zhao Qingyun's taciturn appearance, Qian Chunhua also felt a little at a loss as to where to start.

After sending him to the gate of the private school, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It feels so uncomfortable to have nothing to say.