11. Harvest

After work at noon, the couple returned home and found that the children were gone, and there was a pile of sweet potatoes and potatoes on the ground.

Zhang Lan asked without knowing the situation, "Zan He, how can we have this thing in our family? It can't be given by someone else, right?"

Wang Zhenhe looked at the basket in the corner of the room and found it, and knew what was going on in his heart. "Daughter-in-law, the family's food is tight. Who can give our family these things? The children picked them up in the field. You cook first, and I'll welcome these little guys."

Zhang Lan didn't quite understand what it meant at first, but after her husband left, he thought about it. While he was moved by the children's understanding, he was worried about the children. On a cold day, he didn't know how the children were frozen.

She began to cook with red eyes. At noon today, she specially stir-fried a dish with the potatoes picked up by the children, with a little oil in it. In the rice porridge, some sweet potatoes picked up by the children were cut into cubes, and a circle of cakes was pasted to steam an egg dish mixed with eggs and sea cucumbers.

When Wang Zhenhe rushed to the field, his four children were still busy there, and the little figure suddenly stung his eyes.

At this time, other people's children are still running wildly on the street, and his children have begun to run around for the livelihood of this family.

"Children, I'm coming." He shouted loudly at the children who were still picking up things in the geography.

Wang Zhenhe's shouting alarmed the four children, "Dad, come here quickly." Mingyuan began to shout far away.

Wang Qian and others saw Wang Zhenhe coming and quickly put the things piled up on the ground into the basket. This morning, they gained a lot, and it is estimated that they can solve their family's rations for a month.

When he got to the front, he found that the children were really capable. The pile on the ground had not been finished. "Dad, you send these home first, and then take a basket later. I guess it's almost done."

"Tianqian, didn't you say that you won't come today? Why did you sneak out and have a headache?" Wang Zhenhe squatted down and touched the child's cold little red face, and his little hands were also cold.

Wang Qian stretched out her little tongue and said with some embarrassment, "Dad, I'm much better today. I took medicine in the morning, and now I'm full of strength." In order to show that she didn't lie, she stretched out her little arm and measured it.

picked up the little daughter and shouted to his son in the distance, "Mingyuan, Mingcheng, you two watch here first, and Dad will come back later. Sister, I'll take it first."

The two children waved to him to show that they knew, "Xian'er, you take your sister, dad to get the basket, let's go home for dinner together."

The three of them were talking as they walked.

Waiting halfway down the hillside, Wang Qian saw a familiar straw in the field. "Dad, did this land grow soybeans last year?"

Wang Zhenhe looked back at his daughter's curious face and smiled, "Baby, you are so smart. This whole land is planted with soybeans."

Wang Qian took her sister's hand in the back and looked around the ground. "Sister, you can see that there are still beans on the ground. We'll come and pick them up in the afternoon. We can't pick them up when we turn over the ground."

Wang Xuan was born and raised here, and her mind was still very simple. Of course, she didn't have her sister's heart turned quickly. "Sister, what's wrong with the bean grains?" She hasn't figured out what her sister wants to do with beans.

Wang Qian felt it necessary to give this simple sister a lesson. "Sister, what do you think our production team uses to grow soybeans?"

Of course, Wang Xuan knows this problem, "Of course, it's soybean oil."

Wang Qian then asked, "Do you think we can't pick up these unwanted bean grains and make soybean oil by ourselves? Even if we can't beat soybean oil, we can still eat raw bean sprouts. In a couple of days, there will be nothing left."

Only then did Wang Xuan understand what her sister meant, and suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. Let's come and pick it up after dinner."

Wang Zhenhe, who was walking in front of him, didn't know it, and the two children behind had another idea. When the father and daughter returned home, Zhang Lan had already prepared lunch and waited for the children to come back.

When Wang Zhenhe came in with two baskets, Zhang Lan was also shocked. She didn't expect that the children had picked up so much that they almost caught up with their family stopped last year.

"Zanhe, where are the children?"

"Mom, we're back." The two maids entered the room hand in hand.

"Daughter-in-law, I have to go back. My two sons are still on the mountain. I haven't taken anything. We'll be right back soon."

Wang Zhenhe didn't say much. He picked up the basket and two boxes on the ground and went out.

"Oh, come back early and wait for you to have dinner," Zhang Lan could only shout from her back.

The two sisters washed their hands before they climbed to the kang to warm up for a while. Zhang Lan went to the kang to help the child take off the big cotton hat and touched the child's forehead. It was not hot, so she was relieved.

"Daughter, are you hungry? Why don't you eat first? Mom will give your father and your brother to sit in the pot?" Zhang Lan was afraid that the two children would be hungry, so she planned to have dinner for them first.

Wang Xuan shook her head, "Mom, we're not hungry yet. We'll eat until Dad and brother come back."

Zhang Lan took her eldest daughter's hand. The child's hands were already cold and cold. Looking at the two daughters' little faces were dry yellow, she knew at a glance that the child's nutrition did not keep up, and each of them was thin and dry.

My child is like this, and my mother-in-law also grabbed the child to help her sister-in-law wash clothes. It hurts to think about it.

"Mom, my sister and I are going to pick up the beans in the afternoon. When we pick more, we will send bean sprouts to our family." The little girl next to her took her hand and snuggled up.

To this lovely child, Zhang Lanman hugged her lovingly and sat in her arms. "Cianqian, go to pick up beans and wear more, and don't forget to take the medicine at noon." Touching the big bag behind the child's head, it has begun to soften. "Does it still hurt? Don't jump...

Wang Qian, who snuggled up in her mother's arms, looked happy. In her previous life, she had not enjoyed such maternal love since she divorced her parents. Mom, it doesn't hurt anymore. It should be better if you take the medicine for a few more days."

"Mom, we picked up a lot of potatoes and sweet potatoes today, and we were able to eat them for a while. I didn't expect that there was really something in the field." Wang Xuan told her mother about the fruits of their labor today.

"Mom didn't expect you to be so capable, much better than us adults." Zhang Lan looked satisfied. The children in the family were sensible and take care of the family. With such a child, she was satisfied even if she was poor in her life.

The mother and daughter sitting on the kang were warm for a while. Wang Zhenhe outside came back with a full basket, and the basket in their hands of the two brothers was also full.

Wang Zhenhe put down what was on his back, took a long breath, and wiped the sweat on his forehead. "Finally, I'm home. Children, let's wash our hands and eat."

Zhang Lan quickly poured some water and washed his hands. When he saw what they had brought back, he was shocked. "Zhe, these are all picked up by the children. How can we stop much more than when we were released?"

Wang Zhenhe's wheat-colored face was suddenly full of smiles, and his deep eyes were full of pride. "If you don't see whose child this is, you can do it. A large area has been picked up by the children. This morning, the children are exhausted. Let's eat quickly and have to work later."

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The lunch made the children full of water, and now they can finally change the taste. The sweet potato rice tastes sweet, and several children drink a lot.

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