He deliberately took a detour to avoid the workers who were getting off work. When he reappeared, there was a bag on the back seat of his bicycle, which contained a big rooster and 20 kilograms of rice.
He did not take out the beef, otherwise it would be difficult to explain. He had not eaten much of the cow that was killed last time. Except for the ones left for Lou Xiao'e, the rest was left untouched.
Recently the space has become a little bigger, and the chickens raised inside are about to become overcrowded. The roosters fight every day, and if it weren't for the spring water, several would be killed every day.
The number of yellow cattle has increased from two to more than ten, and they are all growing well without any problems due to inbreeding, which makes Li Qinghe feel relieved.
He was just about to go home to cook when he turned a corner and saw three children walking on the road carrying bags.
He immediately braked and stopped, and shouted to the three children: "Ermao, Sanmao, what are you doing?"
Two of the children turned around and saw that it was Li Qinghe. They immediately remembered the candy they had in the morning and their mouths began to water.
They showed innocent smiles on their faces, "Uncle Li, we are picking up trash."
"Picking up trash? Let me see."
He reached for the bag. The tallest child stood in front of the two children with a wary look on his face. "Who are you?"
Li Qinghe was stunned and thought that this must be Damao.
Ermao explained: "Brother, this is the uncle who gave us the candy this morning. He lives in the courtyard downstairs from us."
Hearing this, Damao finally relaxed, "Sorry uncle, I didn't know it was you."
"It's okay, it's what I should do. You have to be careful when you are alone outside, good boy." Li Qinghe smiled and rubbed his head.
He took the bag and looked at it. There wasn't much in it. These days, no one was rich, and they were reluctant to throw away anything that wasn't broken. For example, clothes were full of patches, and in the end, they couldn't even sew, but they had to be cut open and used to patch other clothes.
"Why are you picking up trash?" Li Qinghe asked with a smile.
Da Mao and Er Mao kept their heads down and said nothing. San Mao was young and didn't think too much, so he said, "We can exchange garbage for food. We don't have enough to eat at night and always wake up hungry."
Li Qinghe looked at them and sighed in his heart, his nose inexplicably sour.
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