Qian's mother pushed the wheelbarrow, and Qian Chunhua controlled the handle of the wheelbarrow, and all 400 kilograms of grain were pushed into the Qian family's yard.
Qian's mother had no doubts and thought that Qian Chunhua temporarily stored the grain at home because the kitchen at home had not yet been built.
It was just when Qian Chunhua carried the grain and moved it to the Qian family's cellar.
Mother Qian realized something was wrong, "Chunhua, wait... wait a moment."
Qian's mother grabbed the sack on Qian Chunhua's shoulder. Qian Chunhua was secretly complaining that the sack was too heavy, but Qian's mother's pull almost made Qian Chunhua's legs go weak.
The sack immediately fell from Qian Chunhua's shoulders to the ground.
Qian Chunhua looked at his mother blankly. "Mom, what's wrong?"
Qian's mother: "Chunhua, don't bother. Putting it in the cellar will only make more trouble. When your kitchen is built, I'll ask Xingshan to move it for you."
Qian Chunhua then understood what her mother meant, and blamed herself for not explaining it clearly.
"Mom, I'll keep these grains with you. I don't have a cellar over there." Qian Chunhua did not directly say that the grains were for her mother. She knew that even if she said so, her mother would not accept them.
We can only find a way to move into the cellar first and talk about it later.
Qian's mother let go of her hand. "Okay, you can store the vegetables you grow in our cellar in the future. We have just separated and it is inconvenient to not have a cellar. When the weather gets warmer, we should find a way to dig a cellar."
Qian Chunhua nodded and said yes.
I was just perfunctorily appeasing Qian's mother. No matter how convenient it is, can it be more convenient than having my own space?
After moving the four bags of grain into the cellar, Qian Chunhua took out a flashlight from the space and looked around the cellar. There were more than a dozen baskets of potatoes, more than a dozen baskets of white radishes, and more than a dozen baskets of cabbages in the cellar.
In addition, there were four bags of black flour, three bags of corn, and one bag of corn.
Rice and millet, not at all.
Qian Chunhua had an idea in his mind. This was probably all the food the Qian family had.
This amount of food was barely enough for Qian's mother and her family to eat for a year, but it was just enough to keep them from starving to death. It would be difficult for them to have enough to eat.
After watching, Qian Chunhua climbed out of the cellar. Qian's mother was cutting cabbage in the kitchen.
"Mom, where are Qingsong and the others?"
Qian Chunhua looked around but couldn't find it in the house or in the yard.
Mother Qian replied without raising her head while cutting Chinese cabbage, "Qingsong has taken them to Lion Mountain to chop firewood. Your eldest son is really sensible."
Qian's mother replied, feeling happy for her daughter. It was good to have a sensible child. If her daughter worked hard for a few years, she would have a place to stay when she got old.
Qian Chunhua knew about it and was not worried about the safety of the three children. For so many years, Qingfeng took them to the mountains to cut grass for pigs every day, and they were already familiar with the route.
"Mom, let me make lunch." Qian Chunhua said as he took out the ribs he had prepared in advance from the backpack.
Mother Qian looked up and saw the ribs in her daughter's hand. She said with heartache, "You kid, you're wasting money again."
As he spoke, he put down the knife in his hand and gave his seat to his daughter.
I have to say, my daughter is a great cook. Even a simple dish of stir-fried cabbage turns out delicious.
Qian Chunhua rolled up his sleeves and pulled his mother out of the kitchen. "Mom, you just take a rest. I'll cook."
If Qian's mother is not driven away, it will be difficult for Qian Chunhua to cheat in the kitchen.
Mother Qian happily took out her basket of thread and took the opportunity to finish the unfinished work from yesterday.
When Qian Chunhua returned to the kitchen, the corn rice was already ready. Qian's mother cooked a big pot of dry rice with corn, rice and corn grits.
You just need to cook a few dishes yourself.
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