Wang Yue was carrying a rabbit, Wang Qingshan carried firewood, and Liu Mei was wearing a bag of ginkgo, which was considered a full return.

Fortunately, Wang Qingshan's family is a single family. As long as he takes a little bit of a walk, he can successfully avoid everyone's attention. Wang Qingshan is very satisfied.

Don’t worry about lack of weight but not unevenness.

Wang Qingshan has not read many books, but he understands this truth very well.

Big fish and meat every day is definitely a big stimulation for other people.

No one knows what people will do after being stimulated.

In this stormy era, Wang Qingshan does not want to take risks.

After all, he is a family and family.

Spread the firewood and dry it. Put the ginkgo in a dustpan and dry it aside. Wang Qingshan cleanly handles the two rabbits and gives the skin a good finish.

Liu Mei braised the internal organs and half a rabbit, and added two radishes, which looked like a large pot of oily oil.

The remaining rabbit meat was hung up and made into bacon.

You have to make plans when you live, and you can’t eat the first meal without the next meal.

After all, neither of them has been working seriously and has no work points.

In order to survive, you have to be careful, right?

The corn cakes with braised rabbit meat were also a good meal, and the three of them were full of oil.

As for the little girl Yingying, she doesn’t have this kind of food, so she can only drink some milk powder and barely make her stomach full.

Liu Mei frowned at the last bag of milk powder.

The granary of their little girl is empty!

After Liu Mei mixed the milk powder, she came to Wang Qingshan, "Yingying's milk powder is almost gone."

When Wang Qingshan heard this, his expression became solemn.

Muxiang Town is far away and the whole town is surrounded by a large supply and marketing cooperative, and there is not enough things inside.

There is definitely no rare product like milk powder.

But their little girls can't go hungry, right?

Wang Qingshan knocked on the table, "I'll think of a solution now."

The next morning, Wang Qingshan ran to Qiaojia Village early to borrow a bicycle and headed straight to Muxiang Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

Sure enough, no trace of milk powder was found.

Wang Qingshan turned the front of the car and ran straight to the town hospital to find Qiao Zhiwen.

The most important thing for an excellent commander is to know others and be entrusted with others.

As the birthplace of the newborn, Qiao Zhiwen must know where to get milk powder.

Even if you can't get milk powder, there is definitely an alternative.

After all, if the child is born but has no milk, it will definitely not be one or two, and it will not even arouse Qiao Zhiwen's suspicion.

Wang Qingshan's car flipped his tail and stopped steadily at the entrance of the county hospital.

Wang Qingshan locked the bicycle and took two steps at a time. In a short while, he arrived at Qiao Zhi's office.

Seeing Wang Qingshan, Qiao Zhiwen was shocked, looked at his legs, and couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong with your legs? Where is your wife! Why don't you come together?"

Wang Qingshan waved his hand, "My legs are fine, I just want to ask you something!"

Qiao Zhiwen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Wang Qingshan say that his legs were fine.

"We brothers, if you have anything to do, just tell me!"

After saying that, he approached Wang Qingshan's ear and muttered, "The wild boar is doing a pretty job!"

Wang Qingshan pursed his lips, "How did you know?"

Qiao Zhiwen smiled, "Someone over there was injured, but I went to bandage it.

Listen to that voice, you will know that it was your kid's work.

You didn't wrongly accuse me!"

Wang Qingshan didn't say anything, which was a default.

However, there is no need to continue this topic. Wang Qingshan rudely changed the topic and asked bluntly: "How do you usually solve it when you don't have enough breast milk in your hospital?"

When Qiao Zhiwen heard this, he immediately understood and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Your little girl is not enough to eat?"

Not enough to eat!

There is nothing at all!

After all, that is not your biological child. It is completely a big trouble to let a young daughter secrete breast milk. OK?

However, such things are not worthy of being told by outsiders!

Even brothers, it won’t work!

Wang Qingshan nodded heavily.

Qiao Zhiwen looked at Wang Qingshan sympathetically and frowned, "If this matter comes to other people's homes, most of them are hanging with rice soup or sweet potato syrup. When the child grows up, add a little rice to it.

Anyway, it's a girl!

But I know you are not such a person, brother.

We are not as good as those big cities, such as milk, milk powder, etc.

Even in the city, only cadres above the bureau can buy it by sending monthly "preferential coupons".

The thing like "milk replacement powder" not only requires a child's birth certificate, but also a proof of insufficient milk from the mother.

The key is whether that thing has side effects, no one knows.

Not as good as goat's milk! Although it is a bit fishy, ​​it is nutritious and absorbs well, and is not worse than milk!"

Wang Qingshan murmured: "Is sheep's milk? Where is there nearby?"

Qiao Zhiwen pursed her lips, "In the past, Yang Laogong's house in Nanmu Village had more than ten goats, but now..."

Now, the collective is more than anything else.

No one knows whether there are sheep, and whether it is an ewe that has just given birth to a baby lamb and is still producing milk.

But this is a glimmer of hope after all.

Wang Qingshan nodded, "I'll go to Nanmu Village now."

Qiao Zhiwen quickly grabbed Wang Qingshan's arm, "What are you anxious about? You don't know if someone's door is opened toward that side.

Wait, I'll say hello to Dr. Fang and let's go with you!"

Wang Qingshan bowed, "I will never thank you for your kindness, brother!"

Qiao Zhiwen curled his lips, "Brother, what are you talking about!"

Qiao Zhiwen hurriedly handed over the work, rode his bike, and accompanied Wang Qingshan to Yang Laoguan's house in Nanmu Village.

It’s a village in all directions, but after all, no one has any relatives.

Qiao Zhiwen also has to call Mr. Yang Lao, "Sir," he said, "Sir,"!

Mr. Yang has raised sheep for most of his life. He has seen many families with insufficient breast milk. He has long been sympathetic and other things.

In addition, everything is now classified as a collective, and he is just a sheep for the village. I heard that he is here to refuse.

Qiao Zhiwen was almost dry and Mr. Yang was still unmoved.

Wang Qingshan understood that the sheep was very mobile. Even if sheep were collective now, it would be fine if Mr. Yang pulled a bowl of two bowls of goat milk.

The reason why Mr. Yang doesn’t speak.

First, this wind cannot last. When Wang Qingshan was given to him, everyone else came over to hear the sound of the wind. What should he do?

Secondly, the temptation is not big enough.

Listen to what Qiao Zhiwen said, what money is it! It’s not intuitive at all.

Nowadays, if you don’t have enough tickets, you may not be able to get what you want.

It is not worth it for the sake of this little profit and the charge of stealing socialist goat milk.

Wang Qingshan looked up and down at Old Master Yang, and saw the wine gourd around his waist, his eyes lit up.

There is a way!
Chapter completed!