Chapter 57: Saving My Reputation as the Eldest Sister-in-Law

The man looked at her without saying anything, and silently turned his wheelchair and left.

Yun Qinghuan looked back, but didn't care, thinking that he felt the sun was too hot here and wanted to stay in the shade nearby.

He continued to cut the acacia flowers, and even the little guy was so anxious that sweat broke out on his face. He was holding a few scattered bunches of acacia flowers in his small hands.

Just when Yun Qinghuan was discouraged and wanted to give up, the man turned his wheelchair back. He found a very long stick from somewhere in his hand and said to her, "Sister-in-law, give me the sickle."

Yun Qinghuan gave him the stick with a bitter face.

She felt a little embarrassed that she couldn't even cut the acacia flowers, and he had prepared all the tools.

Seeing that he found another long stick, she thought he would take down the slightly shorter stick and replace it with this longer stick.

She felt a little guilty. The reason why she couldn't cut the acacia flowers was not because the stick was not long enough, but because she couldn't use the skill to cut them.

Thinking about how to save her face as the eldest sister-in-law if he really made the sickle long enough and she still couldn't cut it.

While Yun Qinghuan was thinking about saving face, Bai Naihan had tied the long stick to the end of another stick, and the whole sickle suddenly became very long.

I don't know how he tied it, but the stick was very stable.

Yun Qinghuan saw that he had done it, and wanted to reach out to take it. She was nervous but pretended to be calm, thinking that she should do better later and cut more acacia flowers, and she couldn't lose face in front of him.

In fact, even if she encouraged herself, she still felt very empty in her heart.

"No, sister-in-law, I'll cut it, you take it." The man's faint voice sounded.

"Huh?"

She looked up in confusion and bumped into the man's deep and tender eyes. She avoided them uncomfortably, "Okay, then the task of cutting acacia flowers will be handed over to you."

She ran to the acacia tree with almost some joy to compete with An An for the job of picking acacia flowers.

The smile in the man's eyes became even more intense.

Next, Yun Qinghuan was almost shocked.

She stared blankly at the fewer and fewer acacia flowers on the acacia tree. It was obviously the same sickle, but the sickle seemed to have a soul in his hand, and he could cut almost one accurately.

And sometimes he could cut a large bunch at once.

But in just half an hour or so, they had cut more than a basket of acacia flowers.

"Is this, this enough?"

Yun Qinghuan felt tired from bending over to pick them up, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Looking at the man holding the sickle and looking up, he didn't move for half an hour, and he didn't seem to feel tired, and felt very impressed.

The man probably saw that she was very tired, and said directly, "Sister-in-law, you take a rest first, I will cut the acacia flowers, you can pick them later. Many people in the village like to eat acacia flowers, and there are not many acacia trees. If we don't get more today, this acacia tree will be discovered by others, and there will be no acacia flowers on the tree tomorrow."

"Is that so." Yun Qinghuan thought of the scarcity of materials in this era, especially things like acacia flowers that are pure and natural and much more delicious than wild vegetables. If others knew about it, they would definitely pick them all. After all, acacia flowers are delicious whether steamed, cold or fried, and can only be eaten for a few days a year.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Then you continue to cut, I'm not tired."

As he said, he bent over and started picking again.

Thinking that she was almost tired of eating the same dishes every day these days, Yun Qinghuan picked more diligently, because these were all her dishes for the next few days!

Seeing her mother picking so fast, An An was a little distracted at first, thinking about playing while picking, but now she picked more seriously.

I feel that I can't let my mother think that I'm not working hard.

The man's eyes moved when he saw her like this.

Seeing that the acacia flowers on a tree had been almost plucked by the three of them, and it was almost time for dinner, Bai Naihan stopped.

The three of them first chopped the pig grass into pieces and put it in the pig trough, and then put the acacia flowers into the basket and took it back.

In the pigpen, Qiao Yue was still cleaning up the pig manure. She came late this morning and hasn't finished cleaning it yet. Seeing that Yun Qinghuan and the others got so many acacia flowers, she was a little envious, "Where did you get the acacia flowers? This thing is delicious. As long as the acacia flowers bloom nearby, they will be quickly picked up by others. It's really not easy to cut acacia flowers."

Recently, the educated youth center also wanted to improve the food. Seeing that some people in the village were steaming acacia flowers to eat, they were greedy, so someone suggested that if they encountered acacia flowers while working, they should cut some.

But every time they only cut a few bunches sporadically, which was not enough for the educated youth center to fill their teeth.

Qiao Yue also likes to eat acacia flowers, so she was really curious when she saw that they had a full basket of them.

Yun Qinghuan laughed, "It's the back hill where we cut grass for pigs. It's a little further in. It's a little remote. Fortunately, it's a little remote, otherwise it might not be our turn to cut it. But now there are not many left on the tree after we cut it. If you like to eat it, I'll bring some to you next time I make it."

Qiao Yue is a good person and is considered a friend of the original owner. Moreover, during the days working in the pigpen, she has also given me a lot of advice, so even if food is precious, Yun Qinghuan is still willing to give her some.

It's just that I don't plan to give her the semi-finished products. The intellectuals and youths all cook together. These acacia flowers look a lot, but if so many people eat them, each person can't get much.

Qiao Yue was a little disappointed when she heard that there were not many left on the tree. When she heard Yun Qinghuan said that he would make it for her, she waved her hand quickly, "How can this be? You don't have to bring it to me."

In this era, it is a bad thing to eat other people's food casually, after all, no one is rich.

Yun Qinghuan smiled, "It's just a little acacia flowers, it's okay."

Qiao Yue was a little tempted, after all, acacia flowers are really delicious, but still shook her head, "Forget it."

At this time, someone suddenly called Qiao Yue, "Have you cleaned the pigsty? It's almost noon, let's go back quickly, otherwise the food will be poorly distributed later."

If you go back late, you can only get some leftovers.

The person came over and saw Yun Qinghuan, nodded and greeted her, "Yun Zhiqing."

"Shen Zhiqing." Yun Qinghuan also nodded at him.

Then he teased Qiao Yue with a smile, "Hurry up, someone is urging you."

Shen Jingyang pursed his lips, a little embarrassed.

He walked to Qiao Yue and took the tools in her hand to clean the pigsty.

Yun Qinghuan saw him like this, and smiled even more, whispering, "Comrade Shen seems to be very good to you."

He gave her a thumbs up, thinking that Qiao Yue would find a man.

Qiao Yue was a little embarrassed, "I also think he is considerate and caring."

Shen Jingyang, like them, was a sent-down youth, but he came a few years earlier than them. He is now in his twenties, about the same age as Bai Naihan.

He is taciturn, but thoughtful and careful. He is the big brother of the youth center, and he is in charge of most of the youth center's affairs.