She remarried after her elder sister-in-law passed away early

Maybe Yun Qinghuan didn't notice it herself. If she was tense, her fingertips would unconsciously pick, but the range was very small, and people who didn't care would not notice it at all.

After eating, the three of Yun Qinghuan went to cut pigweed again.

Seeing that Sister-in-Law Li, whom she replaced at the time, was about to return from confinement, Qiao Yue was worried for her. If the job of cutting pigweed was gone, it would be even more difficult for her to find an easier job.

Cutting hogweed is already considered a very light job.

Yun Qinghuan pursed her lips and smiled, but she wasn't that worried. To be honest, she didn't really want to cut pigweed very much. What she did for ten days and half a month was to experience life. If she did it every day, she would suffer.

Now Bai Naihan and An An help her mow hogweed all morning. If she does it by herself, wouldn't she stop all day long?

The key is that this work is just physical work, and you can't learn anything.

Not much work points earned.

It's not a pity to lose it.

It's just that her idea is a bit shocking in this day and age, so she didn't say it because she was afraid that if she said it, people would think she was a different kind.

What's more important is that in spring and summer, when the grass is the most lush, it is so difficult to cut pigweed. When the grass is gone in winter, isn't it more difficult to cut pigweed?

Yun Qinghuan also asked Qiao Yue what pigs eat in winter.

Qiao Yue told her that whoever is in charge of mowing pig grass should stockpile the grass that pigs eat in winter, usually cut a little more, and then take it home to dry, and when there is no grass, they can chop it up and feed it to pigs. To drink hot water, boil the well water to drink, otherwise the raw water will easily make the pigs sick. In short, it sounds quite difficult.

According to Qiao Yue, there is no need to mow hogweed in winter, as long as the grass is stocked up in summer, it will be counted as five work points a day, but this is a big project, Yun Qinghuan just thinks about it.

She should honestly find other ways to make money.

Thinking about her manuscript, it seems that more than half a month has passed, and there is still no movement. She plans to ask for leave if there is no movement in two days, and go to the town before the summer harvest to submit the manuscript.

The main reason is that I have to cut pigweed every day, and I am quite busy, so I can't leave.

After cutting two more baskets of hogweed, Yun Qinghuan was too tired to mow anymore, so she went back home. It was a coincidence that as soon as she got home, Grandma Chen came over with an old hen. Looking really healthy, he screamed "cuckoo cluck".

Yun Qinghuan was overjoyed when he saw it, and he could already think of the delicious chicken soup.

Grandma Chen also squinted and smiled when she saw her, "This hen is just over five catties, and it originally cost three yuan and thirty cents. The old lady who sells the chicken is nice, and she said that people in the countryside are not well-off, so you can buy it." She is very grateful for her chicken, and she hasn't countered the price yet, so I'll give you a change, only three yuan!"

Handed the remaining two yuan change to Yun Qinghuan.

"Thank you, Grandma Chen." Yun Qinghuan took the money and the hen.

The hen's legs were tied up with rope, probably because she was afraid that it would run away.

After delivering the hens, Grandma Chen went back with her hands behind her back.

While Yun Qinghuan was holding the chicken, she felt goosebumps, the fluffy chicken feathers were still warm, and her hands were trembling.

Although she likes to drink chicken soup and has cut up chicken, she has never touched such a live chicken.

Probably because the frightened expression on her face was too obvious, the man noticed it, turned the wheelchair and walked over, "Sister-in-law, are you afraid of chickens?"

"No, no." Yun Qinghuan refused to admit it.

It's just a chicken. Even An An, a three-year-old child, often grabs the chicken at home to play with. She can't be inferior to a child.

The man chuckled and didn't expose her.

The goosebumps on her arms came out, with a faint blue color, which showed that she was terrified.

Yun Qinghuan held on, her scalp was actually numb.

I want to put the hen down, but I'm not afraid of it flying away because it's tied up anyway.

But the man was watching from the side, and she could only maintain her composure and bite the bullet.

The man didn't make things difficult for her, and asked quietly, "Sister-in-law, will this chicken be killed today?"

"Kill!" The chicken is for eating when you buy it. Besides, Yun Qinghuan feels like she is drooling crazily, and she can't wait to drink chicken soup and eat chicken.

An An, who was squatting next to the chicken, heard that she was going to kill her, and her eyes lit up instantly, "Mom, eat chicken!"

"Yes, I'll have chicken tonight!"

The man raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, with a smile in his eyes, "Then give it to me, I'll kill the chicken, sister-in-law, check to see if there is still boiling water in the thermos, if there is no boiling water, you can only boil the water before killing, otherwise the chicken feathers will be killed." It's not easy to pull out."

He naturally took the hen from her hand. Yun Qinghuan felt relieved, and quickly breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to the main room to pick up the thermos bottles. Both thermos bottles were full. The water is always boiled cold, and the well water is used directly for washing and the like. Therefore, the boiled water last night is still full and almost useless.

In addition, the thermos bottle is well insulated, and the temperature of the boiling water should be very high now.

"There is still boiling water."

"Then let's kill the chicken now, sister-in-law, go to the kitchen and get the knife, and take a bowl to catch the chicken blood."

Yun Qinghuan followed what he said, and ran directly to the kitchen to bring the kitchen knife and a porcelain bowl.

She has never killed chickens, but she has seen others kill them. It's just that in their time, killing chickens was relatively simple. Just put a live chicken into a special machine, and within a few tens of seconds, a naked chicken fell off its hair. The chicken came out. If you don't want to chop the chicken, you can ask the chicken seller to chop it into pieces.

In short, very convenient.

Therefore, it was the first time she had seen someone kill a chicken like this.

After giving the things to Bai Naihan, she subconsciously walked a long way, and then watched without blinking.

An An was also very curious, squatting on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, without blinking her eyes.

For a moment, the expressions of the mother and the son turned out to be exactly the same.

Bai Naihan smiled even more. He first sharpened the knife on the bottom of the porcelain bowl until it was sharp before going to kill the chicken.

Looking up at Yun Qinghuan who was standing in the distance, "Sister-in-law, maybe you need to come over and take a bowl to catch the blood."

"Ah?" Yun Qinghuan looked at him incredulously, only to feel that the goosebumps that had finally disappeared had returned.

"Can't you?" The man tilted his head and looked at her suspiciously.

But the smile in his eyes was even bigger.

Yun Qinghuan felt that he was laughing at herself, and gritted her teeth, "Why not? Women can't say no!"

Then, like a martyr cutting his throat, he walked over heroically.

I took the bowl from him, my eyes drifted, looking around, but I didn't look at him and the hen.

The man's deep voice seemed magnetic, "Sister-in-law, put the bowl under the chicken's neck."

Yun Qinghuan had no choice but to turn around, endured the trembling, and placed the bowl where the chicken's neck was down.

I saw the man controlling the chicken with one hand to prevent it from flopping, and holding the knife in the other hand, he raised the knife and cut a cut on the chicken's neck neatly.

The hen trembled violently, screaming with difficulty and pain from its throat...