Poor family mother and son

The fertilizer workshop is not too far from Junhu Village.Several successive villages here are military household villages, forming a large area.

"Registration of the people into the army" means that while the strong men among the frontier residents were directly incorporated into the army to supplement the source of troops, their family members were also included in the military registration, which became the original source of the military households in the various state capitals of Daxuan.

It has to be said that the "one size fits all" approach has existed since ancient times.

When Chu Qing arrived at the fertilizer workshop, he saw that many women were already queuing up.

They were all carrying baskets, and the baskets were covered with coarse cloth, and the sounds of "chirp" and "quack" reverberated.

These are all military households who were notified yesterday to come here to sell chicken and duck seedlings.

There was a foreman yelling, and he divided the people into two teams, while paying for the chicken seedlings, and at the same time paying for the duck seedlings.

Chu Qing didn't bother the foreman, but went to the kitchen. She hadn't had breakfast yet.

I came here to eat with an empty stomach!There are fried dough sticks here!
When the fertilizer workshop was being built, a cook was recruited by the way. Chu Qing happened to be present at the time, so she gave a question. She dictated how to make fried dough sticks, and then let the woman who applied for the job make them on the spot.

As a result, a cook made it on the spot, and it was very authentic!

You know, there is no such thing as fritters in this world, and poor people don't use a pot of oil to make fried food.

Fried dough sticks seem to be easy to make, but it is not easy to make them fluffy and soft. There is no yeast powder or baking powder, so it is really technical work.

Chu Qing couldn't do well on her own, so she taught Zhao Min, Zhao Min also learned many times but couldn't meet the standard that Chu Qing wanted.

So Chu Qing hired the cook at that time.

Every time she is hungry for fried dough sticks, she will come here to eat.

Now, I have fried dough sticks, soy milk, and a small plate of old pickles next to it.This day is really beautiful!

"...!" A whistle sounded, Chu Qing searched for the sound, and a group of ducks came into Chu Qing's line of sight.

After counting, there were thirty of them.

After all the ducks entered the fence gate, a little boy who seemed to be five or six years old also came in, with a bamboo whistle in his mouth, a long reed pole in his hand, and a wattle basket on his back. Basket ducks eat grass.

The little boy was wearing a gray sackcloth with patches all over his body, his trousers were rolled up to his knees, his bare calves were very thin, and he was barefoot.

If it was at noon, with bare legs and bare feet, maybe it wouldn't be too cold, but now it's early in the morning, and Chu Qing only felt warm after drinking some hot soy milk, so he felt a little sorry for the child.

The little boy blew his whistle again, and the ducks stopped and surrounded him.

The boy untied the wattle basket, grabbed two handfuls of duck grass from it and threw it on the ground, and the ducks gathered around to peck at it.

The boy stood still, but his eyes searched all over the place.

The foreman went over and asked, "Whose child are you from? How did you drive the ducks here?"

The little boy looked up at him: "Excuse me, are you the leader here?"

Foreman: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

The little boy pointed to the duck and asked the foreman: "Uncle, this is my duck. It is two and a half months old. Do you accept it?"

The foreman frowned: "It's okay to take it, you can't just come here like this, look, eat and poop, and make a yard of shit!"

The little boy said apologetically, "I'm sorry uncle, I have a lot of ducks in my house and I don't have any baskets, so I had to hurry here. But don't worry, I will shovel away the duck droppings so that your yard won't be dirty."

As he spoke, the child took out a bamboo shovel and a few large leaves from the basket.

He squatted down, scraped the duck droppings with the soil, put them in the leaves, packed them tightly and put them back into the wattle baskets.

There are also two leaf packets in the basket.

"Uncle, do you accept it or not?" The boy's eyes were full of eagerness, and he was afraid that he would not agree, so he immediately added: "I will clean up all the duck droppings here!"

Chu Qing didn't feel sick to his stomach at all while watching him pick up the duck dung and eat fried dough sticks.

The foreman was a little embarrassed.

Because Chuqing sent someone to notify yesterday that it was too late to buy chicken and duck seedlings today.

It was tight, so they worked all day and half night yesterday to clean up the site thoroughly.

Because this is a fertilizer workshop, no matter how much you pay attention to hygiene, there will be debris such as feces and rotten leaves. If you don't clean it up, you may contaminate the chickens and ducks you received and get sick.

So the current site is very tidy, and it has been disinfected with lime.

However, due to the heavy workload, they did not have time to put out the chicken coops and duck coops, so today the foreman meant to collect the chicks and ducklings first, and drag the half-grown chickens and ducks back for now.

So the foreman asked: "I've raised it so much, why did I sell it? If I raise it for another month or two, then I can sell it for a good price!"

The boy lowered his head: "My mother is sick, I want to exchange some money for medicine first."

"This..." The foreman was embarrassed.

The foreman was recruited from the local area. He is clever, but also simple and honest. Seeing the child worrying about money, he also worried: accept it, I can let the child pay for the medicine, but I have no place to settle it; don’t accept it, the child is filial. It's really pitiful.

Chu Qing asked Xiangzi to bring the child.

"What's your name?" Chu Qing asked.

"I'm not sick," said the boy.

"Ah? Is this your nickname?" Chu Qing asked again.

"Yes, I don't have a name yet." When the boy answered, he kept tilting his head, even as if he was holding his breath.

Chu Qing looked at the deep-fried dough sticks in front of him, and understood, the child probably didn't have breakfast and was hungry.

"I'm not sick. I have a question to ask you. If you understand me, how about a deep-fried dough stick for each question?" Chu Qing asked him.

It cannot be given in vain.

In the past few years, Chu Qing has summed up an experience from traveling all over the world: No matter how poor a person is, even if he is a good person praised by everyone, if he has the opportunity to get something for nothing, he will not cherish it, and even make an inch of it.

When she first came here, the third fat daughter-in-law in Wukeshu Village was the first to teach Chu Qing a lesson.

At that time, Chu Qing risked his life to save her life from the "rogues", but she turned around and was betrayed by her.

"What are fried dough sticks?" Wubing finally turned his head around and looked at Chu Qing.

"Hey, that's it." Chu Qing pointed to the plate in front of him, and there was a stick on it.

The cook was very smart, she was afraid that if she fried too much at one time, Chu Qing would let it cool after eating, so she fried two sticks first, and prepared to fry two more sticks when Chu Qing had half a stick left.

"Then if I get the answer right, can I take it away?" Wu Bing asked, with anticipation in his eyes, this thing smells really good!

"Yes." Chu Qing said.

"Then you ask, as long as I know, I will explain everything." Wubing assured.

Chu Qing: "Alright, how many people are in your family?"

"Three, my mother, my younger sister and I. Is this... a problem?" Wubing asked cautiously, trying not to look at the fried dough sticks.

He's not big, but he has a lot of self-esteem.

Chu Qing smiled and pushed the plate towards him: "Forget it, you eat this first, I still have questions."

Over there, the cook picked up the stove hook and poked the fire, and added another handful of firewood to the stove.