Li Qinghe remembered that the children in later generations did not eat properly and had to be chased by adults to beg for food. Looking at the three children in front of him, he sighed...
There are too many children like this in this era. He wants to change but is powerless. Even relying on space is just a drop in the bucket. Even if he drains the space dry, how many can he help?
Besides, he didn't dare to expose the space. If someone knew about it, he would have to hide in the space for the rest of his life. Otherwise, he might not be able to see the sun the next day.
"By the way, uncle bought a lot of delicious food. How about uncle treating you guys to a meal? But first, let me make it clear that I'm not treating you guys to a meal for nothing. You have to help uncle with something."
The three children immediately became happy, "Really? Uncle?"
Li Qinghe knew that if he invited them to dinner directly, they might not agree. Liang Ladi was very concerned about their education and would not accept things from others for no reason. However, it would be a different matter if he exchanged labor for food.
Li Qinghe smiled and patted Sanmao's head. "Of course, let's go. Stop picking up trash and go back with uncle. Let's go eat something delicious. It's so cold, don't get cold."
After saying that, he put the bags in their hands and hung them in front of the car.
Ermao and Sanmao were asked to sit on the front bar, and Damao sat on the back seat, holding the bag containing the rooster and food.
Li Qinghe rode the bike faster. He just pinched Sanmao's clothes. There was not much cotton in the jacket and her little hands were frozen. Children in later generations had never suffered such hardship.
He wanted to go back right now to warm them up.
The three children didn't think it was a big deal. It was their first time riding a bicycle and they were very excited. They had smiling faces all the way and were not afraid of getting diarrhea from the cold wind.
When they got to the door of the house, they asked the three children to come down and said, "Da Mao, go call Xiu'er first, and we'll have dinner together later. Er Mao, San Mao, let's get to work first."
"Okay, uncle."
Damao nodded vigorously and ran towards the stairs happily.
"Be careful on the stairs, don't fall." Li Qinghe shouted from behind.
Liang Ladi's house was on the second floor. It was not a building like the ones in later generations, but the kind with stairs outside. The whole thing was welded with iron frames. It was fine on sunny days, but if it rained, it would be like a slide and you would fall down if you were not careful.
"Let's go in first." Li Qinghe opened the gate and pushed the cart with the two children in.
First, he lit the stove, then filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove. Afterwards, he saw the two children waiting for his instructions.
“Can you cook?”
The two children shook their heads at the same time. No matter how sensible they were, it was still too early to cook. Usually, they would just help Liang Ladi wash the vegetables and help out.
"Okay, Uncle will cook, and you guys can help wash the vegetables and pluck the chickens."
After saying that, Li Qinghe first lit the stove, then started to wash the pot, poured out the rice and rinsed it clean, then put it back in the pot, preparing to stew the rice.
Li Qinghe looked at the iron basin in the big pot and felt a little nostalgic. When he was a child in his previous life, there was no electric rice cooker at home, and his mother cooked rice in this way. Fortunately, he has not forgotten the method.
"Ermao, just watch here. Don't let the fire go out, and don't let it burn too strongly. When the fire gets smaller, add some firewood."
"I remember." Ermao agreed and squatted in front of the stove to watch the fire.
Afterwards, Li Qinghe wiped the chicken's neck and threw it into the open space outside the door, letting it flutter around. He didn't even think about keeping the chicken blood, as he didn't need it.
Although he could use the space to handle it directly, it was difficult to operate with someone watching. And if he used the space to handle it, how could he let these children work? There would be no reason to treat them to a meal.
He did not avoid the children when he killed the chicken, unlike the parents in later generations who were afraid of blood and violence and did not let their children watch it, thinking that it would teach them bad habits.
Little do they know that these are anti-human practices. Killing is something that is engraved in the instincts of living things. If you want to live, you must kill other lives.
And even if parents strictly guard against it, can they prevent their children from coming into contact with these things? You know, children's curiosity cannot be killed. Even if they can't see it at home, can parents still control it when they go out?
In his previous life, Li Qinghe could help his family kill chickens when he was seven years old, but he never became a troublemaker when he grew up.
Afterwards, Li Qinghe went into the house and took out some potatoes. "Sanmao, I'll fry some potatoes later. Please help me peel them."
"Okay, uncle."
Sanmao ran away happily holding the potatoes. She was a little overwhelmed just now because she couldn't help, but now she finally had work to do.
Not long after, Da Mao came back with Xiu. Li Qinghe took out some biscuits and said, "Da Mao, give them some biscuits to fill their stomachs first. We'll need your help plucking the hair when the water gets hot."
Damao was a little hesitant. Although he knew that labor could be exchanged for food, their efforts were obviously not comparable to these things.
But looking at the looks in Xiu'er and Ermao's eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse.
Li Qinghe stuffed the biscuits directly into Xiu'er's arms, "Come, Xiu'er, eat first. I know you are all good children. These labors may not mean much to you, but they are a great help to uncle. Uncle is very lazy. I don't want to move at all if I can avoid it."
"Okay, go and share it with your brothers and sisters."
Da Mao's eyes were red, "Thank you, uncle."
"Yeah, okay."
Li Qinghe would not be stingy with helping these sensible children as long as they could, but if it was someone like Bang Geng, Li Qinghe would want to slap them a few times.
Watching the four children share the cookies and eat them carefully, he also sat aside and opened a package and ate it slowly.
After eating about half of it, he pushed it to Damao and said, "You guys eat these too. I don't like these."
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