After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried

A smile appeared on Yun Qinghuan's face, she stopped writing, put the manuscript and books in the drawer, and took out a set of stationery supplies that had been prepared long ago.

In fact, it's very simple. It's just a Chinese Pinyin book, in Tianzi grid, where you can write Pinyin, and a math book, where you can simply write numbers.

There is also a pencil, an eraser, and a knife, specifically for sharpening pencils.

In fact, a pencil is very durable and can be used for a long time as long as it is used with care.

Since she promised to teach Xiao Shitou how to read and write, she would not be stingy with basic school supplies.

Furthermore, when you are learning to write or something, writing on the ground doesn’t make sense.

After carrying these things out of the door, Yun Qinghuan saw Xiao Shitou carrying a small backpack, and was stunned. Then he smiled and waved people over, "Come here."

A table and several chairs were specially placed in the yard, all made by Bai Naihan himself. He knew that Yun Qinghuan loved to read and relax in the yard, so he made them specially.

Xiao Shitou didn't dare to move, so An An pulled him over.

Yun Qinghuan looked at his skinny appearance and asked directly, "Have you eaten?"

"Eat, eat." Xiao Shitou lowered his head.

The next moment, there was a hungry growl in my stomach.

His face turned red and he was a little at a loss.

Yun Qinghuan understood, but did not expose him.

In this era, many people only eat two meals a day, either skipping meals in the morning or skipping meals at night.

She asked Xiao Shitou to sit on the bench, put down the backpack, and asked curiously, "What is in your backpack?"

After changing the topic, Xiao Shitou became more relaxed, and immediately raised his eyebrows, "Auntie, these are the bugs I caught for your two chickens, and the grass I cut. I will feed them to the chickens now."

He opened the backpack and saw a jar inside, filled with a jar full of green vegetable worms, which were very plump, and a pile of grass, which chickens like to eat.

I don't know when he caught it. It takes a lot of time to do this.

"Little Shitou, is this the bug you went looking for early in the morning?"

Xiao Shitou wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was wearing so thin clothes and it was so cold in the morning. He was still sweating. It showed that he must have done a lot of work in the morning.

The child said happily, "Yes, the bugs caught in the morning are fresh."

Yun Qinghuan felt uncomfortable after hearing this. She pointed to the chicken coop and asked him to feed the chickens. She went to the kitchen and took out a white flour bun and a bowl of porridge. Fortunately, she thought that Xiao Shitou might not have had breakfast in the morning. I left some rice out and put it in the pot. It is still warm.

He took it out and put it on the table in the yard. Xiaoshi was still feeding the chickens, squatting next to the chicken pen and watching the two hens eating happily.

Yun Qinghuan waved to Xiao Shitou, "Come here."

Xiao Shitou was a little confused, but he still came over, thinking that he was going to start learning to read. Who knew that when he came over, he saw porridge and white-faced steamed buns on the table. He couldn't help but swallowed, and tried his best to look away. I feel even more hungry.

"Aunt, aunt, what's wrong?" Xiao Shitou's whole mind was focused on the rice placed on the table.

Even if he tried desperately to divert his attention and not let his aunt think that he was greedy and wanted to eat their food, Xiao Shitou was afraid that his aunt would dislike him and refuse to teach him to write anymore.

But the aroma of rice reached his nose one by one, making his stomach twitch and shrink, making him hungry and painful.

In fact, he didn't eat last night, and he didn't eat this morning either. He let his grandparents eat the little food left at home, and he just made up a few bites himself, fearing that his grandparents would worry.

Now, he was so hungry that he couldn't bear the hunger even with his belt on.

The grain distributed after the autumn harvest is almost enough to eat, especially the old and young in their family, who cannot earn many work points and almost all rely on relief grain.

Xiao Shitou is now just thinking about saving a little more, and then saving a little more, as long as it lasts until the summer harvest.

Yun Qinghuan saw the hungry and uncomfortable look on the child's face, his expression became a little softer, and he said with some distress, "Come here quickly, there is just a little left of the rice that Auntie made in the morning, and it will be wasted if it is poured out. You might as well do it for Auntie." Eat it."

Xiao Shitou's eyes widened suddenly, and he pointed at the big steamed buns and porridge on the table. Whether it was rice or noodles, the common foods in this era were all fine grains, and not many people were willing to eat them, so it was not possible at all. There is no situation where you can’t finish the food. “Are they all for me to eat?”

he asked in disbelief.

Yun Qing smiled and nodded.

Xiao Shitou shook his head violently and took a few steps back, "Auntie, I can't eat it."

His aunt taught him how to study, but he had no way to repay him. Now he is still eating from his aunt's family. What does that look like?

In this era, one bite can save a person's life. You can imagine how important food is.

"Just eat it, otherwise it will be a waste if it goes bad."

Yun Qinghuan pushed it to him, "Just think of it as doing a little favor to my aunt."

"Besides, only when you are full can you have the strength to study."

Yun Qinghuan said a few words, and the child tried to sit down and eat. After taking a bite of the steamed bun, tears started flowing down his face. Yun Qinghuan was startled and said quickly, "What's wrong? Are you just eating big steamed buns?" Can't eat it? My aunt made bean paste, you can eat it with the sauce."

With that said, he went to the kitchen to get the sauce.

Feng Feng Huo Huo quickly took out a bottle of sauce, and then dug out two full tablespoons of sauce for the child.

Xiao Shitou hurriedly shook his head, "Auntie, I think the white flour steamed buns are so delicious. I have never eaten anything so delicious."

Especially the steamed buns dipped in sauce were so delicious that he wanted to bite off his tongue.

This doubanjiang was made by Yun Qinghuan, and a lot of oil and seasonings were put into it. No one in this era would be willing to put as much oil into doubanjiang as she did, so how could it not be delicious?

Yun Qinghuan saw him devouring the food and said repeatedly, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

But he was so hungry that he couldn't slow down at all.

After a while, the bottom of the bowl of porridge was gone, and only half of the steamed bun dipped in sauce was left.

Xiao Shitou slowed down and put down most of the remaining steamed buns with great care.

Yun Qinghuan was curious, "Why don't you eat?"

This small amount of rice shouldn't be enough to fill you up. Even An An, as young as his age, can eat a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge.

Xiao Shitou's eyelashes trembled, he rubbed his hands and whispered, "Auntie, can I take the remaining half back and give it to my grandparents?"

None of them had ever eaten white flour steamed buns. They were so delicious that they almost couldn't resist eating all the delicious little stones.

Yun Qinghuan felt sour and said with a smile, "Of course, I'll get you some oil paper to wrap it up."

She went to the kitchen, took another steamed bun, smeared it with bean paste, wrapped it in oil paper and gave it to him.

Xiao Shitou's eyes were red. After a while, he straightened up suddenly and bowed deeply to her, "Auntie, thank you. I will definitely repay you if I have the opportunity in the future!"