"There are so many chickens, what are you going to feed them?" Yang Aiqun said a little bit.

She also wants to feed more chickens.

There is simply not enough food for people, so where can we find extra food to feed the chickens?

Liu Fuwang, who was heavy-minded, did not answer and turned around directly to go back to the house.

There are a lot of things, and they are all things that ordinary people cannot get.

But Liu Fuwang knew how much pressure this represented. Once Liu Chunlai still couldn't solve it in the future, both father and son would be infamy, and even if they couldn't enter the Liu family's ancestral graves, they wouldn't be able to stay in this happy commune.

How could Yang Aiqun not know?

But if she goes back now, doesn't it mean that she, a mother, doesn't trust her son and wants to undermine him?

"Master Liu is so insidious!"

"This is a conspiracy. I didn't send it before spring came at noon and I didn't express my position!" Liu Fuwang sighed.

Master Liu has become a mature man.

On this day, he experienced so many things that felt like plots in novels and TV series, plus he didn't sleep last night, so Liu Chunlai went to bed early.

"Oh oh oh~"

The big rooster that had just been delivered, regardless of the unfamiliar environment, began to crow at the top of its lungs at around nine o'clock.

Liu Chunlai was woken up with a tired look on her face and really didn't want to move.

"The rooster has just crowed for the first time. Spring doesn't leave until four o'clock. What are you doing up so early?" Liu Fuwang's voice came faintly from next door.

"Oh~"

There was no movement.

"Oh oh oh~"

Around three o'clock, the cock crows twice.

Liu Chunlai was woken up again.

My head felt dizzy and I lay there for a while before struggling to get up.

There was already a noise coming from the stove outside.

"Mom, why did you get up so early?"

I went to the stove to scoop out water to wash my face, and found Yang Aiqun already sitting at the door of the stove.

"I'll cook you a bowl of rice. You didn't have enough to eat last night."

Yang Aiqun didn't say much.

Liu Chunlai washed his face and wanted to help light the fire, but found that he could not light it himself.

The firewood was all thatch that was not fully dried.

"It was you who did the cooking!" Yang Aiqun drove Liu Chunlai out.

Soon, a bowl of noodles was ready.

There was no fried egg, and the noodles were covered with a spoonful of finely chopped bacon.

These meats were smoked before the Chinese New Year, and Yang Aiqun chopped them into pieces, refined the oil, and put them in jars. Usually when there are guests at home or during festivals, they just scoop out a little, and the oil is ready, as well as the meat.

It is rich in oil and water and the noodles are very fragrant.

"When spring comes, going to a mountain city is not as good as a county town. When you go out, you have to be very cautious. Mom only has a son like you..." As he said this, he was about to cry.

"What are you talking about? It's so early in the morning, what are you talking about that's unlucky?" Liu Fuwang came out wearing a white washed Chinese tunic suit.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

Liu Chunlai was eating noodles, but his heart was so sad that he did not dare to speak.

Afraid of crying.

"When spring comes, don't lose the shirts you changed to..." Yang Aiqun warned Liu Chun when he was leaving.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll be back in seven or eight days."
Chapter completed!