A Handbook of Happiness for Small Farmers

Chapter 371 The Day of Weeding

　Qin Keer hadn't eaten deep-fried dough sticks for so long, Qin Ke'er almost forgot the taste of this traditional breakfast.

　It's a pity that there is no soy milk or tofu brain to go with it, Qin Ke'er always feels that something is missing.

　But for others, the taste is definitely new.

　After mixing a large pot of noodles, fried fried dough sticks, and serving them with gruel and pickles, it was finally enough to feed the people who came to work.

　The food and materials consumed for this meal are enough to feed Qin Ke'er's family for ten and a half days, but Qin Ke'er didn't show any distress at all.

　Thinking back to her previous life, having breakfast with a group of strangers at the breakfast shop, and then rushing to work after breakfast, Qin Keer hadn't experienced that kind of feeling and atmosphere for too long.

　But today, Qin Ke'er actually had the illusion of returning to her previous life.

　There was still a lot of oil left over from the deep-fried fritters, it was pitch black, and it looked as if it could no longer be eaten. Qin Keer said it was poured, but Zhang Liuer disagreed anyway.

　"Ker, these things are all fried out of grain, and we bought them back with silver, so how can we just pour them out? Let's take them out and let them cool down, and they can still be used for cooking later."

　"Auntie, these oils that have been fried will be harmful to your health if you eat them again. Let's pour them out. We'll buy new ones later." Qin Ke'er rubbed her head helplessly. She was full just now and seemed to be sleepy. Woolen cloth!
　No matter how Qin Keer explained to Zhang Liuer that the oil could no longer be eaten, Zhang Liuer insisted not to throw it away casually.In the end, Qin Keer really had no choice but to come up with a way to make the oil clear.

　Although it is harmful to health, fortunately, there are other good soybean oils at home, and it doesn't feel bad to mix them with stir-fried vegetables.

　On this day, Qin Ke'er wanted to sleep with him for another day, but at noon, Zhang Liu'er seemed determined to make things difficult for Qin Ke'er, and refused to let Qin Ke'er lie on the kang to sleep again.

　At night, when Qin Keer, who was so sleepy that he was about to fall to the ground at any time, lay back on the kang, he fell asleep after a while.

　"Auntie, it's better for you, now Ke'er can't stay up all night." Xiaoju said enviously as Zhang Liuer tucked up the quilt for Qin Keer.

　"Ke'er set a bad example this time, you can't follow, you know?" Zhang Liuer tucked up Xiaoju's quilt again, and then tucked in Chunhua, "Okay, it's getting late, go to sleep!"

　For these children in their teens, Zhang Liuer's heart is full of love, and she has already regarded them as her own daughters before she knew it.

　Early the next morning, Qin Ke'er finally got up early like everyone else, washed, ate, and then went to work in the fields.

　The muddy water in the land is almost dry, Qin Ke'er will get rid of all the weeds in his potato field today.

　Not only Qin Keer's family, but also the fields of other families in the village should be weeded, so this morning, not many people were working on the construction site of Qin Keer's family.

　Everyone who was able to work in the fields came down, and only Lu Anbang stayed with Mrs. Liu at home. If Mrs. Liu felt uncomfortable, Lu Anbang would call Qin Keer and the others right away.

　Just as Qin Ke'er and the others were weeding the fields in full swing, Lu Anbang's shout suddenly came from the yard.

(End of this chapter)