The wall of their courtyard is broken and has not been repaired yet, so when the north wind blows, it always brings in some garbage.
Ran Qiu stood at the door and watched the three little ones cleaning the yard with brooms, and his heart became heavier.
He looked for a long time before looking away, and limped into the house with the selected wild vegetables.
He boiled a pot of water, grabbed a handful of brown rice from the rice jar and put it in. After the water boiled, he twisted the freshly picked wild vegetables into several pieces and threw them in.
He turned to look at the steamed buns that Dabao and the other two brought back, paused, and then took the steamed buns and steamed them.
The three little ones worked very efficiently and cleaned the yard quickly. Smelling the delicious aroma of the food, they couldn't help licking their lips and swallowing a few times.
The food they had eaten at noon had already been digested after working in the afternoon, and they were already starving.
"The meal is ready, go wash your hands quickly."
Facing the three people staring at the pot, Ran Qiu's expression softened a lot and he spoke softly.
The three little ones happily washed their hands.
They often eat wild vegetable porridge. They used to cook a big pot of it, but it was never filling and they would feel hungry again not long after eating.
But now we have white flour buns, which can feed four people a full meal.
At night, Ran Qiu lit the kerosene lamp. In the dim candlelight, he opened the lunch box that San Ya and the others brought back. He looked at the whole box of malted milk for a long time before he scooped three spoonfuls of it with a spoon and made three cups of it.
"Brother Qiu, don't you want to drink it? This is delicious."
San Ya took the cup handed to her by Ran Qiu, smelled the sweet smell of malted milk, and sucked her saliva cowardly, only to find that Ran Qiu's hand was empty.
"I don't like sweet things, you guys drink it." Ran Qiu shook his head and said lightly.
Looking at their three small, thin bodies, he lowered his eyes and went to get another apple to share with them.
The three little guys quickly finished their malted milk, licked their lips with satisfaction, and then picked up the apple and took a bite.
The crispy and sweet apples conquered them immediately. The three little ones opened their eyes wide instantly and were so shocked by the delicious taste that they took a long time to come back to their senses.
"This apple is delicious! It's a hundred times better than the wild apples we picked before!"
San Ya ate while taking a piece and bringing it to Ran Qiu's mouth.
"Brother Qiu, try it too, it's so sweet!"
Ran Qiu shook his head subconsciously, but met three pairs of sparkling eyes. In the end, he did not refuse and took a light bite.
The apples are crisp, sweet, juicy and full of fruity aroma. They are really delicious.
Seeing Ran Qiu's startled expression, the three little ones smiled and said, "Brother Qiu, isn't it sweet?"
"Yeah, very sweet." Ran Qiu nodded and told them to finish eating quickly and go to bed.
Before going to bed, the three little guys took off their clothes, folded them neatly and placed them at the head of the bed, and then lay down on the kang.
Ran Qiu looked at their cherishing expressions and felt a little heavier in his heart.
The three little guys were tired from working during the day and fell asleep almost as soon as they hit the bed. Soon their snoring sounds could be heard in the room.
Ran Qiu held the kerosene lamp and looked at the three of them sleeping peacefully. His expression gradually became solemn and his eyes were filled with worry.
Why would an educated youth be so kind to these three orphans?
Ran Qiu didn't believe it was just out of kindness.
I'm afraid he has other intentions.
Thinking of their life experiences, Ran Qiu's face became even darker and he clenched his fists. These three children could not afford to endure any more conspiracies and tricks.
the next day.
The cotton had been picked, and the team leader Long Deshou assigned them a new task, which was to pull out all the cotton stalks and weeds in the cotton field and cultivate the land.
Song Zhi was allocated another plot of land the size of a basketball court.
Looking at the field full of weeds, Song Zhi felt dizzy. How long would it take to pull out the weeds?
The land was very dry and the grass roots were deeply embedded in the ground. She ran out of strength after pulling it out a few times.
The three little ones were very hardworking and soon they had weeded half an acre of land.
Song Zhi sat down and drank some water, only to find that they had changed into their old clothes again.
"It's so cold, why don't you wear the clothes I gave you yesterday?"
Song Zhi asked curiously.
Seeing their rosy little faces, I was even more confused. Aren’t they afraid of the cold?
These clothes don't fit anymore and they leave my arms and legs exposed.
"We're afraid of getting them dirty, so we'll just wear old clothes when we work."
The three little guys answered embarrassedly.
Song Zhi looked at them covered in mud and didn't know what to say. He just said, "If you're tired, take a break."
"Okay!" The three little guys responded in unison, but did not stop. Instead, they continued to work hard in the fields.
Song Zhi held the cup of water, drank the hot water in small sips, and stared at the endless gray and yellow ridges of the fields in a daze.
There are basically no crops in the fields anymore, with only a few patches of green dotted around.
At this time, the people in the village are busy going up the mountain to chop firewood in preparation for the real winter. Only the newly arrived educated youth like them are assigned to this land.
Song Zhi suddenly saw a tall and slender figure in the distance, limping on the ridge of the field and slowly walking towards here.
Only when he got closer did Song Zhi see his appearance clearly. He was a young man with a fair and weak appearance, probably in his twenties.
He was wearing a white shirt that had been starched to a pale color, and a pair of black cloth trousers. Both were made of extremely thin materials. The cold wind almost blew into his clothes, making them flutter. Song Zhi felt cold just looking at them.
He was carrying a basket in his hand and it looked like he had difficulty walking, as every step he took was difficult.
Song Zhi felt as if he was going to fall off the ridge of the field in the next second, but he didn't. Although he was limping, his steps were very steady, and soon he was in front of her.
Ran Qiu looked at the woman who was resting under the shade of a tree and smiled, then asked, "You are Song Zhiqing, right?"
Although he was asking, his tone was very firm and he obviously recognized her at a glance.
Song Zhi is fair and tender, and just as the three little ones described. Although a little chubby, her facial features are very beautiful and it is not difficult to identify her.
Not to mention that the three little guys were pulling weeds not far away.
Song Zhi also recognized the person in front of him.
"Are you Ran Qiu?"
Looking at his overly handsome appearance, Song Zhi was a little dazed.
Ran Qiu was really too beautiful when she was young.
Although Song Zhi didn't really want to use the word "beautiful" to describe a man, Ran Qiu was indeed handsome, so handsome that it was hard to tell whether he was male or female.
At this moment, he did not yet have the bloodthirsty and fierce look that he would have as a gangster boss in the future. He indeed looked like a handsome scholar, and his eyes were gentle and kind when he looked at people. No wonder the three little guys called him Brother Qiu all day long.
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