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

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

After eating, Yun Qinghuan and the other three went to cut pig grass 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 harder for her to find an easier job.

Cutting hogweed is already 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. She did it for ten days and a half to experience life. If she did it every day, she would suffer.

Now every day, Bai Naihan and An An help her cut pig grass all morning long. If she does it by herself, wouldn't it mean that she won't stop all day long?

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

I don’t earn many work points.

It’s not a pity to lose it.

It's just that her idea was a bit shocking in this era, and she was afraid that if she said it, people would think she was an alien, so she didn't say it.

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

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

Qiao Yue told her that whoever is responsible for cutting pig grass should store the grass that pigs eat in winter. They usually cut a little more and then take it home to dry. When there is no more grass, they can chop it up and feed it to the 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 very difficult. ɱ

According to Qiao Yue, there is no need to cut pig grass in winter. As long as enough grass is stored in summer, it will be counted as five work points a day. However, this is a big project, so Yun Qinghuan thinks about it and just forget it.

She should just honestly find other ways to make money.

She was thinking about her manuscript. Seeing that more than half a month had passed and there was still no movement, she planned to take leave in two days if there was no movement and go to town before the summer harvest before submitting the manuscript.

The main reason is that I have to cut pig grass every day, and it’s quite busy and I can’t leave.

After cutting two more baskets of pigweed, Yun Qinghuan was too tired to cut any more, so she simply went home. It was a coincidence that as soon as she got home, Grandma Chen came over with an old hen. He looked really healthy, and he was making random noises.

Yun Qinghuan looked overjoyed and could already think of the fragrant chicken soup.

Grandma Chen also narrowed her eyes and smiled when she saw her, "This hen is just over five kilograms. It originally cost three yuan and thirty cents. The old lady selling the chicken was a nice person. She said that people in the countryside are not well-off, so you can buy it." She is very grateful for her chicken and hasn’t counter-offered yet, so I’ll give you a small change, it’s only three yuan!”

He took the remaining two yuan in change and handed it 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 she would give in and run away.

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

As Yun Qinghuan held the chicken, she felt goosebumps rising, the fluffy chicken feathers were warm, and her hands were trembling.

Although she likes chicken soup and has cut chicken before, she has never touched a live chicken like this.

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

"No, no." Yun Qinghuan refused.

It's just a chicken. Even An An, a three-year-old child, often catches the chickens at home and plays with them. She can't be inferior to a child.

The man chuckled and did not expose her.

Goosebumps appeared on her arms, glowing with a light blue color, which showed that she was extremely scared.

Yun Qinghuan held on, but his scalp was actually numb.

I want to put the hen down, since I’m tied up and I’m not afraid of it flying away.

But the man was watching, so she could only hold on calmly and carry it.

The man did not embarrass her and asked quietly, "Sister-in-law, are you going to kill this chicken today?"

"Kill!" The chicken was bought to be eaten. Besides, Yun Qinghuan felt like he was drooling like crazy and couldn't wait to drink chicken soup and eat chicken.

An An, who was squatting next to him watching the chicken, heard her say that he wanted to kill it, and his eyes lit up instantly, "Mom, eat chicken!"

"Yes, let's eat chicken tonight!"

The man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, with a smile in his eyes, "Then give it to me, I will kill the chicken. Sister-in-law, check if there is still boiling water in the thermos. If there is no boiling water, you can only boil the water before killing it, 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. He ran to the main room to pick up the thermos bottles. Both thermos bottles were full. Now that the weather was getting hot, he couldn't even drink. The water is boiled cold and boiled, and well water is used directly for washing and the like. Therefore, the boiling water boiled last night is still full and almost useless.

In addition, the hot water bottle is well insulated, so the boiling water should be very hot now.

"There's still boiling water."

"Then let's kill the chicken now. Sister-in-law, you go to the kitchen and get a knife. By the way, get another bowl to catch the chicken blood."

Yun Qinghuan followed his instructions and ran directly to the kitchen to get the kitchen knife and a porcelain bowl.

She has never killed a chicken, but she has seen others kill it. However, in their time, killing chickens was relatively simple. They directly put a live chicken into a special machine, and then in just a few dozen seconds, a naked chicken took off its feathers. The chicken comes out. If you don’t want to chop the chicken, you can ask the chicken seller to chop it into pieces.

All in all, very convenient.

Therefore, this was really the first time she saw someone killing a chicken like this.

After giving the thing to Bai Naihan, she subconsciously walked far away, and then looked at it without blinking.

An An was also very curious, squatting on the ground, holding his chin in his hands, looking at it without blinking.

For a moment, the expressions and demeanor of mother and son were exactly the same.

The smile in Bai Naihan's eyes became even greater when he saw it. He first sharpened the knife on the bottom of the porcelain bowl until it was sharp before he was ready to kill the chicken.

He looked up at Yun Qinghuan who was standing far away, "Sister-in-law, you may need to come over and hold a bowl to collect the blood."

"Ah?" Yun Qinghuan looked at him in disbelief, feeling that the goosebumps that had finally gone away had risen again.

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

But the smile in his eyes was even greater.

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

Then he walked over heroically like a martyr slit his throat.

Taking the bowl from his hand, her eyes floated, looking around, but not at him or the hen.

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

Yun Qinghuan had no choice but to turn around, holding back the trembling, and placed the bowl down from the chicken's neck.

I saw the man controlling the chicken with one hand to prevent it from flapping, and holding a knife in the other hand. He raised and lowered the knife and made a neat cut on the chicken's neck.

The hen shook violently and roared painfully from her throat...