The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

"Is the benefactor running out of food?" Seeing that Xie Ziqing had gone out, Wen Ling quietly asked 233.

After 233 checked everything, he said, "There really isn't much left, about one hundred and twenty catties. If he eats alone, don't eat too much every day. He can barely last until the new rations are issued."

There are still several months before the new food is released.

The new grain has to wait until the middle of the year when there is a small harvest, that is, from the end of July to the beginning of August.

It's only April now, nearly four more months to go.

One hundred and twenty catties, an average of one month, is thirty catties.

Nowadays, the food supply for the workers in the city is about the same amount for a month, not for heavy industry.

However, workers still have wage subsidies, but Xie Ziqing only has these grains.

Although it was so difficult, he still took out white rice and cooked porridge for him to eat.

"The benefactor is so kind." At this time, the little ginseng essence quietly licked Xie Ziqing.

233 means I'm used to it.

Xie Ziqing was very fast, so he went to talk to the team leader. It was already almost four o'clock, and it was fine to leave work, so a few less work points were counted.

For Xie Ziqing, work points are life, work points are rations, and he has no other skills.

But I don't know why, but after thinking about the cute little girl at home, Xie Ziqing felt that these few work points were nothing.

I was even a little annoyed in my heart, I sold all the eggs I had before and changed my family.

Otherwise, I can cook two eggs for the little girl to eat.

The little girl was thin and her complexion was not very good-looking.

In the past in the city, she must have been pampered and raised.

Now I have to come here to suffer and suffer.

Xie Ziqing hurried all the way.

When he went back, the matter of Xie Baozhu and the others had already been settled.

Although Aunt Xie has been tormenting with others endlessly, this matter really has nothing to do with Xie Baozhu.

Not only that, Aunt Xie packed up and went back to the field, and fell again, it is said that the fall was quite hard, and she is at the clinic right now.

Xie Ziqing didn't care too much, his house was a bit out of the way, on the westernmost side of the village.

There are two small mudrooms in total, one for sleeping and one for kitchen.

When Xie's mother was still there, Xie's mother slept in the small kang, and Xie Ziqing built it with boards every day and slept in the main room.

After Xie's mother passed away, Xie Ziqing fell asleep on the kang.

In fact, the conditions are quite harsh, the house is still short, and Xie Ziqing has to walk with his head down in the house.

When she came back, Wen Ling was still drinking porridge, and the little girl sipped it very slowly, and kept shaking her calf.

Xie Ziqing saw that the red potion on it should have dried up, and it is still cold in spring.

As soon as he came back, he whispered, "Put on your socks, it's still cold."

"Then help me put it on." As a result, the little girl stretched her feet in front of him.

Xie Ziqing didn't know whether he was lost by the vixen today or what.

It was supposed to be a refusal, but he just squatted down so naturally, then took the socks that were put aside, put them on for Wen Ling, not only that, but also put on the small blackboard shoes.

After doing all this, Xie Ziqing finally realized what he did on impulse.

The whole person froze there, not knowing what to do.

responsible?

The little girl had muttered about it before, but how could he deserve it?

Even if he has both parents, how could a mud-legged boy like him be worthy of a little princess from the city like her?