Chapter 47
Zhu Shuhua snorted coldly: "Why can't I take it? This house looks so dilapidated that you can't even afford to eat, and what kind of noodles and brown sugar are there? In my opinion, it's probably Zhu Sha's broken shoe, which is outside. Why can't I take it from messing around with others? This should be my compensation."

When she said that, she didn't care about getting angry with Li Qingsong anymore, she hugged the brown sugar bowl, put the two catties of egg noodles in her arms, and hurried out.

When she went outside, she didn't even forget to remind Li Qingsong: "Remember, when your feet recover, hurry back and harvest the crops."

Of course she doesn't want Li Qingsong to go back now, and this time, wouldn't she have to feed Li Qingsong?

"Shuhua..." Li Qingsong was in a hurry, Zhu Shuhua took all these things away, how could this work.

Someone from the corner of the village came over, looking at this scene, he felt a little strange: "Li Qingsong, who was that woman just now?"

Afraid of people's comments, Li Qingsong quickly stopped, and said a little embarrassedly: "In the past, in the bay, it was the farmer who helped cut the rice."

The other party was not surprised when he said this, he just said: "My family is going to cut the rice too, I'm afraid I won't be too busy, when the time comes, remember to come and do me a favor, and pay the wages as you like."

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Zhu Sha was selling orange juice by the river for a few days, and she was quite satisfied with seeing countless small money coming in every day.

However, this kind of days of counting small money every day is not every day.

This is entirely dependent on the sky.

Now that it's raining, she has nowhere to go.

She is not afraid of the muddy roads, she can go to the city in three slippery steps. The key is that in this rainy day, no one swims, and no one comes out to buy water.

Cinnabar nestled in the house, so she had the right to give herself a vacation.

After reading it, everyone still has weekends and rest days, she should also rest.

In fact, after such tossing every day, Zhu Sha, a young girl, would also be tired.

It's just that, holding that breath, and receiving small money every day to support her, she is holding on.

"Gu, the weather is cool today, let's get some old pickled vegetable and egg noodles to eat." Zhu Sha suggested to Li Mingrong.

Anyway, she was beaten to death not to eat that corn soup.

Of course Li Mingrong had no reason to object.

Since Zhu Sha's father and daughter came back, the food in this family has been getting better and better every day. Basically all the food is bought by Zhu Sha from the city. Although there is no big fat that the country people love, at least they can see each other. Greasy.

"Okay, Guo, hurry up and turn on the fire, I'll cook the noodles." Li Mingrong called Li Guo.

She first went to the chicken coop to get the eggs.

This feeds two chickens, and it depends on these two chickens to lay eggs.

It's hot today, and the chickens don't lay many eggs, and only one or two eggs are seen.

Li Mingrong knocked on the stove twice, broke the eggs, used a little rapeseed oil, fried the eggs until fragrant, put two scoops of water in it, and threw a handful of old pickles in.

Once the water is boiled, the aroma of the eggs is mixed with the unique flavor of old pickles, and the aroma is gone.

Li Mingrong saw that the water in the pot was boiling, so she went to open the cupboard to get noodles.

She looked through the cupboard up and down, but she didn't see the two catties of dried noodles that were put there last time.

Li Mingrong couldn't help muttering: "It's strange, where did the noodles go?"

"Gu, did you put it somewhere else?" Zhu Sha reminded.

Li Mingrong went to the place where she usually put her things.

This home is so poor, it is empty everywhere, and there is nothing to put things in. You can clean it up with a quick glance.

(End of this chapter)

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