Poor family mother and son

Wubing clearly calculated the time and materials used. He even measured with his hands how big a bag of chicken manure was needed to retting worms, and how much chicken manure could be saved by fifty chickens.

He also told how my sister dug the soil in front of the chicks to dig out the bugs.

While talking, if you are not sick, you have to blow the bamboo whistle from time to time, and the ducks that are behind will run two steps to catch up with the team.

If the ducks did not line up, but huddled in a group, if they were not sick, the reed pole would pull it, and the ducks would immediately line up obediently and walk one after another.

Chu Qing thought it was amazing: "How did you get them to listen to you? Two fried dough sticks."

I'm glad I'm not sick. Soy milk is sweet and not easy to store. The fried dough sticks should last for a few days. If I earn more fried dough sticks, the family will save food for several days.

Wubing replied: "After the chicks were 20 days old, my sister started to take them to the field. It took a month for others to let them out, but my family had too little food, so I had to take them to the field to eat.

I took the little ducklings out for ten days, increasing the distance a little every day, and soon they could reach this big blister from my house. "

Chu Qing raised his eyes and saw that the lake in front of him was called Dashui Paozi, which was not a small lake last year.

The ducks wanted to have fun when they saw the water, and the formation dispersed. They walked two steps forward and turned back to see if they were healthy. They walked two steps forward and turned back again, waiting for the master's order.

Wubing blew the bamboo whistle and made a long sound, and the ducks rushed towards Shui Paozi with a cheering "quack quack".

"Take out the ducks every day, eat them all the way, and go to the water to take a bath and eat small fish and shrimp, which can save a lot of food for the family.

It's just that the family can't afford them now, and my mother is sick, so I want to leave some millet for my mother to make porridge. "No disease said with some frustration.

Chickens and ducks don’t graze for a long time every day, and they have to be fed several times in the morning and evening when they go home, especially the ducks, which are straightforward, eat and pull, and have to be fed non-stop.

"Mother eats millet, what do you eat?" Chu Qing asked.

"It's easy for us. You see, we can gather a lot along the way. Anyone who can eat chickens and ducks can eat it. It's not bad." Wubing said: "There are some rice bran at home, mixed with wild vegetables. Together, just sprinkle a little salt."

Chu Qing felt sad when she heard this, and left the food for her mother, such a young child would eat bran and swallow vegetables.

"How old is your sister? Can she eat like this?" Chu Qing asked again.

"My sister was an hour younger than me, and the aunt next door said, I came out first, and then my mother fainted, my aunt was pinched awake, and then fainted again, my sister almost suffocated and couldn't get out." Wubing said:
"My younger sister is also weak, and my mother always gave us the millet porridge. Every time we had to lie to my mother about which aunt outside gave the pancakes, or dug radishes in the field."

This is twins.

In such an era and such an environment, having a child is a gamble, let alone twins!No wonder his mother is in poor health.

The more Chu Qing listened, the more distressed she became: "Have you grown food this year?"

"No, there was a flood last year, my mother got gonorrhea in order to collect food, and she has been ill. This year, my sister and I have to take care of my mother, chickens and ducks, and I can't move a hoe. . " While talking, Wubing lowered his head in self-reproach.

Chu Qing: "How old are you? How can you swing a hoe! Where's your father?"

Not sick: "I'm eight years old, not too young! I just don't know how to grow old, and my strength is weak. My father died when I was two years old and died in Donglun."

"Alas." Xiangzi who was behind him let out a long sigh.

He was eight years old without illness, and he lost his father when he was two years old. That year he was fighting Dong Lun and Voss.Xiangzi survived, and he still has a full beard and tail, but this child has no father.

Xiangzi was lucky. He entered the military camp as a refugee and had the opportunity to retire.

If he is not sick, he can't do it. If his father dies, he has to be registered as a "reserve soldier".

His younger sister can only marry military households in the future, because civilian households will never marry military households.

If you choose to intermarry with military households, it means that civilian households give up their household registration and become military households.The healthy sister will continue to repeat her mother's hard life.

The ducks were almost done playing, so I blew the whistle to call them back.

The ducks surrounded him again and waited for the next order.

Chu Qing saw that some ducks had something on their mouths, and upon closer inspection, they turned out to be locust eggs.

"Ducks don't know how to plan food, how did they turn out the eggs?" Chu Qing was surprised.

You know there is nothing wrong with this question, because he asked his mother in the same way: "My mother said that chickens, ducks and geese all eat sand and mud, because sometimes they need these things to help them grind the food in their stomachs;

The duck's beak is so long, if you insert it into the mud, the eggs that are buried shallower will be brought up;
My sister goes to herd the chickens... Well, herding chickens, I just take them to the fields to peck insect eggs and earthworms. For 20-day-old chickens, my sister tries to let them eat insect eggs, which are easy to digest, and they can't eat too much. "

20 days! 20-day-old chicks can eat locust eggs!
No need to eat grown locusts!

"Do people in your village graze chickens and ducks like this?" Chu Qing's eyes were sharp.

"No," Wubing replied, "there are few ducks in the village, and there is no time to release ducks, so I have to work in the fields;
Their children would occasionally help out with the ducks, and the chickens were raised in pens in the yard for fear of losing them;

In fact, it is not safe to keep them in pens at home, and there are foxes and jackals stealing them;

My sister and I have to get up several times every night to check. "

Such a small child can't eat enough and can't sleep well. No wonder the eight-year-old looks like five or six years old.

"I hired you and your sister to work, if you are paid, do you want to do it?" Chu Qing asked.

"Ah? No. My sister and I have to take care of our mother, and we have to take turns to raise chickens and ducks." Wu Bing replied, with a regretful tone, money can't be earned.

Chu Qing: "What if it doesn't affect your mother-in-law? This problem is also considered fried dough sticks."

Not sick: "Is it possible? I also asked a question, this one doesn't need to be given fried dough sticks."

Chu Qing laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, yes! I will call you 'Duck Commander' and your sister is 'Chicken Commander';
You should lead the children in the village to raise chickens and ducks with you, release chickens and ducks, and teach them your methods to eliminate bugs and eggs in the fields;

You are responsible for training an army of 'Charge Ducks', and your sister is responsible for training an army of 'Battle Chickens';
Together, the wages of the two of you are a catty of grain per day, or ten Wen, do you want to do it? "

My father is a soldier and a child of a military household, so he is very familiar with soldiers.

Naturally, when I was not sick, I heard that I was named a "commander", and my sister became a "female commander", and a sense of pride was born: "Do it!"

Chu Qing patted him on the shoulder: "'Commander Duck'! I am optimistic about you! You must be able to lead your army well! When your chickens and ducks grow up, you can sell them to me at the same price as the county town!
Also, I forgot how many questions I asked you today, no matter how many, it counts as thirty deep-fried dough sticks! "