“It’s hard to catch wild animals in the mountains. They will run away as soon as they hear a noise. You are really lucky to have encountered a hen sitting on eggs. The chicken can run away, but the eggs cannot!” Aunt Dongmei also said.
This Comrade Xiao Yi is a lucky person!
She has been married to the Xiangshui Village Brigade for so many years and has gone up the mountain to dig wild vegetables and firewood countless times, but she never picked up eggs.
Although her situation was not normal, as others had picked it up before, how long had Comrade Xiao Yi been here as an educated youth?
Before she had even dug up a few handfuls of wild vegetables, the other party had already picked up a nest of eggs.
Yi Qingqing left the egg outside simply because she felt that everyone’s autumn harvest was too hard, and for her own safety, she couldn’t provide any other support.
However, this egg, which anyone could have the opportunity to pick up, did not pose any hidden dangers and could be taken out.
These five eggs may not have much effect, but at least, they can give everyone a sip of hot soup with egg drops when swallowing wild vegetable dumplings.
After digging wild vegetables for half a day, the number was almost enough.
The amount of wild vegetables in Yi Qingqing’s backpack was about the same as that of Aunt Guihua and Aunt Dongmei, neither more nor less.
Sun Laidi was carrying the sturdiest basket of wild vegetables. Her chin was almost raised to the sky, like a triumphant rooster.
Yi Qingqing looked at her and found it a little funny.
This person seemed a little bit not very smart, but it was indeed thanks to her that they could finish the work early.
So, she teased her, “Auntie Sun, your ability to pick wild vegetables is really as good as it is said to be. Fast and good!”
Upon hearing this, Sun Laidi glanced at her awkwardly.
Was the sun rising from the west, as this little vixen knew how to praise herself?
The weasel pays a New Year’s greeting to the chicken. She has no good intentions!
There must be some mystery in these words that she didn’t understand!
But no matter how she thought, she couldn’t find anything wrong.
Was she really praising herself?
Was she impressed by her skills in picking wild vegetables?
Yi Qingqing watched her expression change, frowning to smiling, thinking: Is it that serious? Isn’t it just a compliment? Picking wild vegetables is not very strenuous, but bending over all the time can hurt your waist! It is not necessarily impossible to want a horse to run fast without letting it graze1*又要马儿跑，又要马儿不吃草, yòu yào mǎr hǎo, yòu yào mǎr bù chīcǎo: Lit. to want one’s horse to run fast without letting it graze”.
Fig. to have one’s cake and eat it too; to ask someone else to do something excessively while not willing to give him/her anything.. As long as the horse is a show-off and strong one, praising it a few times can also motivate it to keep working hard and keep running.
Several people put the wild vegetables in the canteen, and today’s work was almost done.
Meanwhile, work in the fields is still going on!
Aunt Guihua asked Yi Qingqing to go back and rest early because they would not have free time like this in these two days.
In two days, all the sweet potatoes in the field would be dug up. After the four of them finished their work in the afternoon, they would have to help push the sweet potatoes at night.
The team planted two crops of sweet potatoes, one was spring sweet potatoes and the other was wheat stubble sweet potatoes. The harvest time was more than a month apart. The autumn harvest started with the spring sweet potatoes and ended with the wheat stubble sweet potatoes.
After the spring sweet potatoes were harvested, they were flattened into slices on a sweet potato scraper and then dried into sweet potato chips. The sweet potato chips were ground into powder and called ‘mixed flour’, which was also the main food for people.
The wheat stubble sweet potatoes were stored in cellars in the winter, to be eaten in winter, and to grow sweet potato seedlings in the spring of the following year.
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—Sugar-Sprinkling Little Theater—
Yun Guyuan: I haven’t seen my wife for another afternoon. I’m sad! (⊙︿⊙)
Yi Qingqing: The work in the canteen is great! I’m going home after work! What? Ah Yuan? Didn’t I just see him at noon? He’s still working! I believe that this little job is no problem for him!
Yun Guyuan: …
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