Nothing happened that night, and Qian Chunhua got up anxiously early the next morning.
I will take Qingsong to visit Mr. Qian's private school one day, and settle the child's schooling as soon as possible, so that Qian Chunhua can feel at ease sooner.
Just as I put on my clothes, Zhao's mother quietly came to the east wing.
"Chunhua, get up." Zhao's mother asked in a low voice.
Qian Chunhua quickly opened the door, "Mom."
Mother Zhao quickly instructed, "Chunhua, last night I heard from the third brother that things have been very busy outside recently and all the grain in the county has been snatched away. You just got out and don't have any food, so try to stock up some."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and said as he turned to leave, "Please remember this in your heart. Don't take it lightly."
Qian Chunhua understood what was going on. It seemed that both Zhao's mother and Sun Meiping knew each other's thoughts and both avoided the men in the family to remind her.
Qian Chunhua quickly expressed his opinion, "Don't worry, mother, I will go to the county to buy grain tomorrow."
After getting Qian Chunhua's assurance, Zhao's mother left with peace of mind.
There was a noise coming from the kitchen next to the main house. Li Cuihong had already gotten up. Now that the Zhao family no longer had Qian Chunhua, the hardworking old ox, the task of cooking every day fell on Li Cuihong's family.
She didn't even mention that Zhao Xiaojuan was getting married and needed care, and she started assigning all the work to her daughter.
Zhao Xiaojuan was beaten and scolded by Li Cuihong and kept busy every day. The leisurely days of the past were gone forever, and she felt endless resentment in her heart.
After dressing the children, Qian Chunhua picked up Zhao Qingfeng, Zhao Qingsong took Zhao Xiaoling by the hand, and the four of them came to the Qian family.
Qian's mother was making dumplings. There was still a lot of sesame filling left from last night, so it was just the right time to make dumplings. She also had a big pot of sesame porridge cooking on the stove.
The hot rice is rolling in the pot, steaming and full of tempting aroma, making people salivate.
The three children smelled the aroma of rice and swallowed their saliva.
Qian's mother smiled and said, "Go wash your hands quickly, then you can eat."
After breakfast, the three children, including the eldest child Qian Xingshan, were all smiling happily.
Qingfeng: "Mom, are we celebrating the New Year now?"
Qian Chunhua replied with a smile, "No."
Qingfeng's face was full of confusion, "Why do you eat so well every day?"
Qian Chunhua pinched Qingfeng's cheeks and said, "Because you babies need nutrition for your body, so that you can grow taller and stronger. We will eat like this in the future."
Qingfeng was delighted, "Great."
Qingsong, Xiaoling, Qian Xingshan, and even Qian's mother, all looked worried. How could they survive if they kept eating like this every day?
Qian Chunhua looked at everyone in the room with amusement, there was nothing he could do. People who were used to living a hard life naturally lacked a sense of security, and this sense of security could not be eliminated by words, so it could only come slowly.
After entrusting Xiaoling and Qingfeng to Qian's mother, Qian Chunhua took Qingsong to Master Qian's private school.
Before leaving, Qian Chunhua picked up two kilograms of brown sugar and two kilograms of rice that he had prepared last night. These two things should be heavy enough as a gift.
Mr. Qian's private school had no name, and the villagers called it the School.
It was the time when the school was open, and the two children followed Qian Chunhua and her son and ran to the school together.
Qian Chunhua knew these two children. One was Sun Hongying’s son, named Wang Wenfei, and the other was Grandma Xu’s grandson, named Xu Guangqi.
According to Qian Chunhua's understanding, there were not many students in Master Qian's school, only three. In addition to these two, there was another one who was the grandson of the Zhao clan leader, Zhao Yonghong.
Although Zhao Yonghong is young, only seven years old, he is of the same generation as Zhao Yongcai. Qingsong and others call him Uncle Hong whenever they see him.
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