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Chapter 392 Asking Parents for External Assistance
Yi Chichi, "...Uncle, isn't your throat irritated?"

"not spicy."

Liu Chengqi looked very happy. "Since my vegetable garden was frozen in winter, I haven't had onions that taste this good."

At this point, he sighed with some regret, "It would be even better if there were some green onions."

Mother Wen had a blank expression on her face. "Should I give you some more chili?"

“Are there chili peppers?”

Liu Chengqi was surprised, and Yi Chichi was speechless. Of course there was no such thing. The space was so small that he could just plant some onions and green leafy vegetables to relieve the pressure.

No amount of sincerity can be expected.

"No."

Wen's mother angrily retorted, "You think growing these things is easy? It's a waste of firewood."

This is indeed a problem, but it’s not a big deal. It will be easier next year once you have some experience.

"Store more firewood next year."

He was very excited. "There are a few broken trees in the mountains. We will go and pull them back in the fall."

More than half a year is enough time for those trees to become dead trees, and after being chopped up, they can become firewood that is durable and long-lasting to burn.

"We'll talk about it in the fall."

Pointing at the wooden boxes, Wen's mother urged, "Hurry up and pick the ones you like and move them away. Don't waste time."

"Niuniu is still waiting."

After saying this, Liu Chengqi no longer hesitated and picked up a wooden box against the wall, "I want this."

This box is full of green onions.

Not a single leafy green.

Yi Chichi looked at the boxes of onions and green leafy vegetables and reluctantly reminded, "Uncle, since you have moved everything, then move the mixed ones back. After all, green leafy vegetables can improve the taste."

I eat potatoes, radishes, cabbages, sauerkraut, dried beans, eggplants and other things every day. I'm almost going crazy from eating them.

Wouldn’t it be nice to have some fresh vegetables?
As a result, Liu Chengqi didn't think it was fragrant, and he said no with a look of disgust.

When asked the reason, the answer was very serious.

"It's yellow and looks unpalatable."

This reason is very good and powerful, so powerful that Yi Chi was speechless.

Wen's mother snorted, "Why don't you ask your wife if she likes it? It doesn't matter if it's a little yellow. Eating a few yellow leaves in the middle of winter is better than eating Chinese cabbage or sauerkraut."

It’s not that they don’t taste good, but no matter how delicious something is, you can’t eat it every day.

"Change it and improve the taste for your wife and the others."

This makes sense.

In addition, Wen's mother's tone became irritable. Liu Chengqi looked at the wooden box in his hands, then at the box with vegetable leaves planted in it. After thinking for two seconds, he decisively changed it.

Then he asked, "How much?"

Wen's mother replied by picking up a broom and saying, "I will sweep you to death with this broom, believe it or not."

Liu Chengqi, "..."

"How big of a deal is it that you're asking me for money?"

She was fierce, and Liu Chengqi shrank his neck. "Digging the soil, making the wooden box, and burning firewood, these are all costs."

Wen's mother put down the broom. Indeed, the wooden box was made by Xiaoye, and the soil was dug by her grandfather-in-law and others.

The green onion leaves were negligible, as they were already there in the vegetable garden. She just took some time to transplant them.

but--

"I don't want money, but give me some of your persimmon seeds."

Yi Chichi's eyes lit up, "That's fine, the persimmons that Auntie grows are delicious."

In the summer, Aunt Ma brought back a few persimmon tomato seedlings from somewhere and said they were some new variety.

The tomatoes that grew were uglier than each other, but they tasted amazing.

The disadvantage is that the yield is a bit low, but it can be saved for seeds.

So, ever since the tomatoes started to ripen, Aunt Ma has repeatedly reminded us not to eat too much and just to taste them.

She wants to save seeds.

Yi Chi Chi was fed twice, one persimmon each time. It was fine if she didn't eat it, but once she ate it, she couldn't forget it. Liu Chengqi saw her eyes sparkling, and the corners of his mouth twitched. This damn girl was addicted to his persimmons.

"Okay, I'll keep it for you."

Anyway, his wife had left quite a few seeds, and a handful of seedlings would be enough for the two of them to eat.

You can also feed Qin Jiu and the old man at the same time.

Thinking of the old man, he remembered something, "By the way, Chi Chi, go down and tell your grandpa and the others that they need to write two certificates and submit them this month."

"What?"

"I don't know. That's what the Commune says."

She said, "Did you tell me when it will be delivered?"

"Just submit it before January 1th."

Yi Chichi calculated the time and found that there was still plenty of time.

"Okay, I'll go tell them later."

So, Liu Chengqi opened the wooden box, and Yi Chichi began to think about what other major events would happen next year besides the South China Sea.

When Wen's mother came back from sending someone off, she found her leaning against the door in a daze and wondered, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the proof?"

Yi Chichi, whose thoughts were interrupted, shook his head and said, "No."

Wen's mother said, "Are you going over now, or waiting until dinner time?"

"Do you want to make something delicious today?"

When Yi Chichi heard this, he knew that Wen's mother was going to prepare a big meal today.

"Cook the pig's stomach and large intestine."

First it was wild boars and then domestic pigs. Her daughter-in-law was shopping like a shopping spree and wanted to buy up all of them.

I stocked up a lot of goods.

We haven’t finished eating it yet and it’s all frozen in the snow in the backyard.

"I'll go dig."

Yi Chichi became excited when he heard this, picked up a shovel and went to the backyard.

Seeing this, Big Orange immediately followed. When Yi Chichi dug out a pig's stomach, it came over to sniff it and started meowing at the top of its voice.

Obviously, eat.

"It's frozen and hard. You can't eat it now. Can I give it to you when it's cooked?"

The big orange one didn't understand, and with its mind and eyes full of food, it started to rub against the food, and its voice became hoarse.

Yi Chichi, "...This doesn't taste good either."

Mother Wen sighed, went back to the house and brought over a large piece of dried squid, "Eat this."

As it was speaking, a piece of squid was placed in front of its nose.

The big orange cat's pupils dilated, then shrank, and then he sniffed a few times with his nose twitched, and then he grabbed the squid piece in his mouth with a "whoosh".

Hearing its mother let go, it didn't want the pig stomach anymore. Instead, it took the squid piece back to the house and started eating it happily.

By the time Yi Chichi brought the scraped pig stomach and large intestine into the house, it had already finished eating half a piece of squid fillet.

Then, a radiant gaze came straight in from the door.

The big orange boy's fur instantly stood up, a fierce "shaha" sound came from his throat, and his back arched.

Yi Chichi raised his eyes and found a stranger at the door. He was afraid that the big orange would attack him, so he quickly calmed it down and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The man who came was a middle-aged man with sharp features. In fact, he was too thin, and the bones on his face were exposed.

The eyes looking at the squid slices were a little green.

Hearing Yi Chichi's words, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze and opened his mouth to speak a bunch of gibberish.

Yi Chichi, "??? What did you say?"

Damn it, what dialect is this? I can’t understand it at all.

"Damn you."

The man pointed at himself, then at Yi Chichi, then gestured with his hands, chattering non-stop.

"Wait a minute, I'll call the parents."

Yi Chichi, who had no idea what he was saying or what he was doing, gave up struggling and decided to ask his parents for help.