Each person got two small chicken legs and two small chicken wings, while Yan Mingli only picked up some offal for himself and ate it slowly.
"Brother, here are the chicken wings for you. I can't finish them." Yan Mingcheng said as he was about to put a chicken wing into Yan Mingli's bowl.
Yan Mingli tilted the bowl aside and glared at him. "Look, Mingxue can finish her meal, why can't you? Eat quickly! There's still so much meat, big brother won't starve himself."
"Brother, I want to go to work with you." Yan Mingcheng looked up, his eyes flashing with anticipation.
He is already six years old and can do things within his ability, such as picking up cow dung, cutting grass for pigs, and collecting firewood.
"Go after you turn eight." There were children in the village who started working at the age of six, but those children were stronger than them. Yan Mingli pondered for a moment, "You are still too thin."
"Then big brother, can I go dig wild vegetables with Erni?" Yan Mingxue's eyes were full of excitement, and he spoke incoherently while gnawing on a chicken leg.
"Okay, but you can only go to the north slope, and you are not allowed to talk about the pheasants." Yan Mingli knew that she wanted to share her happiness with her friends, but such sharing was dangerous, so he had to stop her.
Yan Mingxue lowered her head in frustration. She also wanted to raise her chin proudly like Erni and said, "Today I ate chicken legs and chicken wings. They were delicious!"
But my eldest brother would stop me every time.
"Do you want to eat chicken in the future?" Yan Mingli asked Yan Mingxue.
"I do." Yan Mingxue raised her head, her eyes sparkling.
"Then don't say it, otherwise you will not only not be able to eat meat, but also not be able to eat the food in the cabinet." Yan Mingli said seriously.
"Brother, I promise I won't tell anyone." The two younger ones said in unison.
"Well, I'll get some corn grits out later, and you can make corn porridge at home in the afternoon." Yan Mingli watched the two children finish eating almost everything before he started to eat with big mouthfuls.
"Brother, when can we have delicious rice porridge?" Although corn porridge is also good, I always feel that rice is more delicious.
"I'll make it for you tomorrow morning." After getting Yan Mingli's promise, Yan Mingxue happily scooped herself another bowl of delicious chicken soup. It was so delicious!
"Brother, are you going to work late again?" Yan Mingcheng saw that the topic of the two was about to turn to breakfast tomorrow morning, so he hurriedly interrupted and asked.
"Yeah." Yan Mingli nodded.
"Then I'll make some extra corn porridge tonight and save it for my brother to eat when he comes back." Since he couldn't help his brother earn work points, he would do his best in other areas.
"Well, the door will not be locked today. You must keep a close eye on Mingxue. If you meet Li Tiezhu, try not to get into a conflict, and don't force him. Hide if you can." Yan Mingli warned.
The farm work has been quite heavy these days, and everyone is busy in the fields. Occasionally, there are those who are not working, who will probably hide in the haystacks or the woods to play cards and gamble to avoid the sun, and will not easily run into other people's homes.
As for Li Tiezhu, who was only two years older than them but much stronger than them, he was a lazy guy who didn't want to study or help with housework.
He brought a group of people with him who did nothing but idle around the village and cause trouble.
A few days ago, he threw a stone into the Yang family dam, scaring the Yang family's hens so much that they ran around and failed to lay eggs for seven days.
Another time, he threw a pile of cow dung into Widow He's firewood shed. As a result, Widow He was so angry that she cursed the Li family's old house for three days at the door of her house.
"Brother, don't worry, I will take good care of my sister." Yan Mingcheng said firmly.
"Brother, I will also listen to you and promise to go to the north slope only with Erni and come back after digging wild vegetables." Yan Mingxue added immediately.
Her elder brother works very hard. Although she wants to show off to her friends, it is more important to listen to her elder brother. She cannot let him worry about her.
Seeing that they both put down their bowls and chopsticks, Yan Mingli picked up the earthenware pot, poured all the remaining soup into the bowl, and drank it all in one breath.
Seeing this, Yan Mingcheng immediately stood up to clean up the dishes. Yan Mingxue also stood up and helped to lift the earthenware jar.
Seeing the two of them go into the kitchen to busy themselves, Yan Mingli took the opportunity to roll up the remaining twenty-one yuan in rags and hid it in the gap under the bed.
The yellow mud on the wall near the head of the bed was a little loose, and there was a small hole. He put it in and blocked it with bamboo blocks. Neither mice nor people should be able to find it.
In fact, he was not on guard against Mingcheng and Mingxue, but was worried that his uncles, aunts, and cousins would see it.
Although they had restrained themselves a lot because of their ferocity, they were still blood relatives after all, and if they were really shameless, they would be very annoying.
He was not afraid of them, but he didn't want to cause trouble. After all, Mingcheng and Mingxue were still young.
Back when there were only two children left in the family, his nominal aunt had instructed her sons and nephews to sneak into his house several times.
A handful of cornmeal, half a foot of cloth, whatever he wanted. If he couldn't find anything, he would just grab a bundle of firewood and take it away.
So if they find out, not only will you lose your money, but the good things in the cabinet will also be taken away.
After cleaning the bedroom, Yan Mingli poured himself a basin of cold water, wiped the sweat and flesh smell off his body with cotton cloth, changed into boxer shorts, another old homespun vest, and homespun pants that only reached his calves.
Then, use the basin of water to wash the clothes you have taken off several times, wring them dry, and hang them on a simple clothesline.
After giving his younger brothers and sisters some instructions again, Yan Mingli went out and headed towards the brigade headquarters.
The summer wind is very hot, the cicadas make people feel uneasy, the sun shines on the top of the head, and the sweat rolls out, soon soaking the vest.
In recent years, his job was basically carrying manure. He would take the manure buckets out from the brigade's warehouse, then carry them to the northwest of the village next to the cowshed to fill two large buckets with manure, and then pour it on the designated land.
A bucket of manure weighs 50 kilograms, and it takes two buckets to irrigate one mu of land. Most villagers do not have the energy to do this job which is tiring, dirty, and does not pay much.
Therefore, in the third production team of Pingshang Brigade, this kind of work was always assigned to those who had bad backgrounds or had committed crimes.
Today, he was assigned to the land in Yazilin, where there was a five-and-a-half-acre field that needed manure.
This means he needs to make at least fifty-three trips to water the entire field.
The good thing is that the manure pond is not far from the duck forest. He can make six or seven trips an hour. He expects to finish the work before going to work tomorrow morning.
When Yan Mingli was walking in the field carrying a bucket of manure, Mo Yutong finally got out of the car that was shaking so hard that she felt like she was dying.
At this moment, the gears of fate began to slowly approach each other, like spur gears that only wanted to mesh.
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