That's what she said, but how could Qiu Yuling really do that? She put her bedding roll away in a deserted place on the way and lied that she had sent it back.
There was nothing shameful in the room, just a few books and a set of bedding, which was arranged by the old man. It originally belonged to someone else, so she just took off the sheets and quilt lining and washed them.
Including the things in the old man’s room, everything that could be dismantled and washed was dried.
After waiting for it to dry, they sewed it back together one by one and placed the sheets on the kang felt to ensure that even if the kids jumped around on it, the sheets would not follow them.
She didn't lock the door. She cleaned it inside and out, hung it up, said hello to the old man, and caught the bus to the train station.
The old man kept his word. When he saw that she left the door open, he locked it without saying a word and took away the key.
There are large kangs in the east and west wing rooms. A family can live in one room and just set up a honeycomb coal stove.
The living quarters are scattered, cold and unnecessary.
As usual, Qiu Yuling returned to the alley first. The house had to be populated, otherwise it would be dilapidated in a short time.
She didn't know how many times Mrs. Qiu and her family came here in a year, but the yard looked clean and not covered with fallen leaves as she had imagined, so she thought they came from time to time.
She went to the basement, took out half of the food, and ate most of the meat.
I grabbed a handful of grain, and it was new. I opened a few more bags, and they were old. I guessed that Mother Qiu had been constantly switching back and forth, eating the old and stockpiling the new.
She no longer collected all the grain in exchange for new food from the farm as she had done in the past, but just left it there and continued to live her life as she could without her involvement.
However, there would be no pigs at home at the end of this year, so it would be difficult to get meat. She got two pork legs and two lamb legs and put them aside, waiting to be taken back by Qiu's mother when she came one day.
I locked the door and had a good sleep.
I slept day and night, woke up hungry, washed my face, and didn't bother to cook. I ordered a pre-prepared dish, an eggplant pot, a stir-fried pork, and a three-fresh mushroom soup, and ate most of it with rice.
The rest was fed to the piglets.
Only here, she still eats half and pours out the other half like before. Outside, she only eats as much as she can.
Especially her stomach, which is never short of oil and water, actually doesn't have a big appetite. She doesn't order much food each time, but she has firmly established her frugal personality.
Although Qiusha mentioned a few rumors, few people believed them, not only her roommates but also those in other classes.
After all, you eat in the cafeteria every day, and you do things under people's noses. Anyone with eyes can see how much you eat, and whether you eat good or bad food. Even if you tell the truth, people can't imagine what kind of family conditions allow you to endure such hardships for so long!
Early in the morning on the third day, she locked the door and returned to Qiuzhuang, carrying her grandma's brand flowery handbag.
This time she didn't bother to prepare any gifts, including for her nephews, except for food and some particularly important supplies. She didn't want her sister-in-law and the others to think that she was like Doraemon, who could get everything.
Fortunately, there is a difference between family members and roommates. When they entered the house, they all cared about her and asked about her well-being and all sorts of things. No one thought that she had to get good things when she returned to the house.
The eldest sister-in-law was even more eager. She had taught the three younger ones to call her "Auntie" in advance. As soon as they entered the house, they would cluck incessantly like a brood of hens.
"Guguda, guguda, guguda." One person called, two people called, and then three people called at the same time. Qiu Yuling trotted back to her room, took out three candies from the flowered cloth bag, peeled them open, and put one in each person's hand.
Wow, even more clingy.
With drool and sticky little dirty hands, Qiu Yuling struggled to be held by Gugu. She almost showed disgust on her face, but it was no use.
They don't care about the cuckoo's mood at all, they just know that the happier it cuckoos, the more delicious food it will get.
"Mom, come here quickly. I'll do any work you need. You take care of them first. Sister-in-law, sister-in-law!"
On the first day after returning home, Qiu Yuling surrendered.
Her mother was supposed to be a capable person, but the three little ones were still dirty, with starch stuck to the front of their jackets.
"Sister-in-law, please make a few more inverted jackets for them. I'm afraid of these three brothers when they show their arms." He drools too much and stuffs everything he gets into his mouth, making his mouth drool.
Only then did Qiu Yuling believe what her former colleagues had said about her in-laws, saying how they had been careless in raising their children.
Isn't that uncouth?
The three brothers had to eat three meals a day. In between, Father Qiu would wash and dry carrots for them to grind their teeth. Their little faces were chapped and red, and they only had eight teeth. When they grinned, they looked like three little rabbits.
All it lacks is long ears.
"I did it. I have two bodies for one person. Can't I win? It's better than not leaving at that time."
Nowadays, babies are all very strong. They can get up by themselves after falling down. They are not picky about what they eat and there is no such thing as taking a nap or not.
Sometimes there is no sound, and after searching for a long time, you may find that it has fallen asleep with its butt sticking up on the charcoal box.
As Qiu Yuling listened, her eyes widened.
"Huh, you're still surprised. Even our family takes good care of their children. We always leave someone at home to take care of them.
Go to the team and see whose doll can tell the true color of its hand."
Li Qingmei stoked the fire and asked her daughter to sit and warm herself by the fire while she continued to knead the dough.
"We have saved a lot of leeks in the wooden basin, just waiting for you to come back and eat them." Other people's grandmothers don't know how to be grandmothers. She is afraid of serving these little ones.
At first, I was reluctant to let my eldest son and his family go to the farm in the spring, but now I am secretly looking forward to it.
Don't underestimate these people because they know how to cause quite a bit of trouble.
Maybe because they were well fed, the three brothers were able to walk when they were about eight or nine months old.
The second child was there that day, so she sent the head of the household to get some mutton, intending to eat mutton noodles.
A handful of polished rice was added, and the soup was boiling bright red. Just as she was about to make noodles, Chidou threw a handful of charcoal ash into the pot. She blocked it with one hand, and while the spoon was scooping out the charcoal ash, Huangdou somehow managed to throw a handful of charcoal ash into the pot from another tricky angle...
The small lumps of carbon were easy to pick out, but the coal ash was not even easy to pick out. She didn't have time to get angry, and she scraped off several layers of broth, as well as the black ash.
Before she could calm down her anger, she turned around and saw Chengdou directing the two of them to throw the noodles she had just pushed away all over the floor.
Her anger rushed straight to the top of her head.
Without saying a word, he dragged the three brothers to the edge of the kang, hung them in a row, and gave them a slap in the face one by one. When they took off their pants to go to bed at night, they found marks on them.
"What about my sister-in-law and the others?"
"Your father and your second brother went to fetch water, and your sister-in-law asked to dig up the donkey pen and the pig pen. I was thinking of cooking a meal. They were having fun by themselves. Besides, they were stumbling along the way. How big a problem could they possibly cause..."
As a result, there was dirt in the noodles and charcoal in the soup that day. If I poured it out, it would be a pity for the oily soup. If I didn't pour it out, everyone in the room would feel uncomfortable while eating.
Even my daughter-in-law came back and said that I fought well.
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