Rebirth and Raising a Baby

"We still have six people. We have gone to the factory to pick up the goods, and it will take two hours to come back." Lin Ling roughly talked about the number of people and the requirements.

"It's okay, let's make more of a pot of rice!" Aunt Huang was very bold.

"Work hard, go to the chicken coop and catch an old hen, no, two!"

Aunt Huang thought of the heavy bag that was a bit heavy, and there were a lot of things in it, definitely worth two old hens.

Lin Ling and his party had nothing to do, and they all found a place to rest.

Chu Xiuhua was eager to learn, so she followed Aunt Huang and the village chief's wife and watched them cook, helping pass things from time to time.

Lin Ling sat for a while, feeling relieved, and got up to watch the excitement.

In the courtyard, there was a group of people surrounded by the entrance of the courtyard, with all kinds of faces, gossip written all over their faces.

There are even a few little fur kids, crowded in the front, staring at those bicycles right now.

Lin Ling didn't care, just watch it if you like, and parts are indispensable.

What she is more curious about now is that Village Chief Huang wants to catch chickens!

There were more than a dozen old hens in the chicken coop, and they were leisurely patrolling their territory at first, but as soon as Huang Qinlao walked over, all the old hens immediately went into a state of alert.

The squatting old hen and the sitting old hen all stood up.

The old hen who was walking even walked to the edge and stared at Village Chief Huang with warning eyes.

Huang Qinlao sighed silently.

Taking two steps forward, with quick eyes and quick hands, he grabbed an old hen and held on.

The old hen screamed again and again, its wings flapped violently, and its feathers flew everywhere.

The remaining old hen escaped, but did not show a happy expression, but screamed again and again, flapping its wings together, as if feeling the pain of its companions, loudly accusing Huang Qingong of cruelty.

Even though the old hen was struggling in every possible way, Huang Qinlao did not let go of his hand.

Holding the old hen in one hand and the rope in the other, he neatly tied both wings and two chicken feet.

Now, even if the old hen has the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the ground, she can't escape the fate of being thrown into the iron pot.

In just a few minutes, it made people break out in a cold sweat.

Lin Ling watched, feeling nervous for no reason.

It wasn't until the old hen was stabbed in the neck, and the chicken's blood flowed into the big iron basin, that he came back to his senses.

Looking at the group of people at the door, they are watching with enthusiasm.

Just now she was in a trance and heard someone applauding.

"Captain Huang, your ability to catch chickens with one hand is really amazing!"

Lin Ling gave a sincere compliment.

It was completely from the heart, and I was shocked.

Huang Qinlao smiled slightly, without pride on his face, but his eyes were full of complacency.

"My mother trained me to do this!"

"Oh?" Lin Ling became interested, "Could it be that your family often kills chickens?"

She wondered, could this Mrs. Huang be a wealthy family in the village?

Huang Qinlao smiled modestly, "That's not true, that is, I have only raised so many chickens in the past two years."

"You don't know, my mother has a quirk. She insists that she dare not kill chickens, for fear that those old hens will not get close to her in the future, so she will not be able to touch the eggs."

"So, whenever the family wants to kill chickens, I will do it."

"Looking at these dozen hens, you think it's right. In fact, we have killed more than half of them this year. Some are sold to the villagers, and some are taken away by relatives."

After hearing this, Lin Ling finally understood.

It turned out that practice makes perfect.

No wonder Village Chief Huang was so calm when he caught the chicken!
"I seem to have heard of such a thing."

"These poultry are more sensitive than us humans. Those who often kill chickens, ducks and geese will have a kind of evil spirit on them. People may not be very sensitive, but chickens can feel it. That's why those hens are so scared when they see you."

"Looking back, you can study the pig butchers in the village. Those people may have more obvious evil spirits."

Lin Ling had felt it from Chu Li. It was the last time when he went to the slaughterhouse to collect pork. When he had something to ask Chu Li, he happened to be slaughtering pigs. At that time, his aura was very scary.

"So there is such a saying?" Huang Qinlao was dubious, but he understood his mother's concerns in his heart, and it might be true.

"These evil spirits are harmless to humans, but domestic animals may be more afraid." Lin Ling added.

Huang Qinlao smiled, "It's nothing. Killing chickens is hard work and dirty. I can't bear to let my mother do it!"

Lin Ling nodded, this Village Chief Huang is still a dutiful son!

After the blood of the hen was drained, Village Chief Huang went to the chicken coop to catch another one.

Undoubtedly, another turmoil.

However, this time Lin Ling was much calmer.

After the two old hens had been killed, the two carried the chicken and the blood to the kitchen.

"Oh, how can I let Boss Lin take these things!"

The village chief's wife immediately yelled when she saw what Lin Ling was holding.

Lin Ling was startled.

"Sister-in-law, it's okay! I also do this at home!"

The village head's wife gave Huang Qinlao a blank look, and said, "How can going out be the same as being at home! Look at the clothes you're wearing, if they get dirty, wouldn't they be in vain!"

Village head Huang grinned, put down the chicken blood from his hand, and went to get Lin Ling's basin again.

"Are you relieved now?"

The village chief's daughter-in-law gave him a blank stare, but said nothing.

Village head Huang asked him what work he could do, and then Aunt Huang sent him to the living room to make tea for the guests.

Lin Ling and Chu Xiuhua watched from the side, extremely curious.

Old hen stewed in an iron pot, she/they haven't eaten it yet!
The old hen is chopped into pieces, put into the pot and boiled, then add the ingredients and start cooking.

During this process, Aunt Huang went to get other dishes and cook them on another stove.

The wife of the village head made a cornmeal pancake and put it aside. When it was almost cooked, it could be pasted on the side of the iron pan.

"Boss Lin, why don't you go to our vegetable garden to pick some vegetables?"

"There are two fruit trees next to it, and there are some fruits on the citrus tree, you can pick them yourself!"

The wife of the village chief spoke enthusiastically.

If it were someone else, she would not be so indulgent.

But she saw that Lin Ling and his group were still very polite. During the time they entered her house, they didn't move anything from the beginning to the end, they just looked at it curiously.

Such a person, if you let him play casually, he will take care of it and will not make it difficult for you.

"Ma'am, can I still pick vegetables and fruits?"

Lin Ling was a little surprised.

Although she also has a vegetable garden at home, Lin Chunhua usually takes care of it, so Lin Ling would pick a cucumber from time to time to eat raw, or use it to apply a mask
There is always a sense of adventure in other vegetable gardens.

Not to mention there are citrus to eat!

It is worthy of Huangtao Village, which is famous for its fruit production!

"Of course!"

Aunt Huang waved her hand with a smile: "Just pick it, there are so many of us!"

"Wait a minute, I'll call my grandson!"

After Aunt Huang finished speaking, she went to the gate of the yard and found a little boy who was watching the bicycle with other children just now.

He is dark and thin, but his eyes are quite lively.

But it looks healthy.

If Aunt Huang hadn't said it, she really thought it was a child from the village.

"Loyal! You take the guests to pick vegetables and fruits, you know?"

"Okay!"

Zhong Zhong knew that chicken could be eaten at home today, and was excited, so he agreed with a smile.

"Okay then, take the basket and go there!"

Aunt Huang took three baskets.

One for loyalty and one for Chu Xiuhua.

The other one was for Chu Xiuhua.

She felt that people like Lin Ling, that is, others could carry her baskets, so how could she have the right to carry others' baskets?So I didn't give it to her.

Lin Ling didn't care either, she was happy and relaxed.

Go to the backyard.

It is said that it is a vegetable garden, but it is really not a small place, the size of more than half an acre of land.

The four trees on both sides on the left are not just two fruit trees.

One of them seems to be sweet-scented osmanthus, and the other tree Ling doesn't quite understand.

However, she could recognize the two citrus trees.

Who let so many oranges fall on the tree!
"Loyalty, the orange tree is so tall, how do we pick it?"

Lin Ling's first concern was picking oranges, and she forgot about any dishes.

Anyway, Aunt Huang is not in a hurry to use it.

Faithful and calm, he took out a long bamboo pole from the corner of the courtyard wall.

A long pair of scissors is tied on the top, and a net bag is on the bottom.

Lin Ling was surprised for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

Although she has never seen this kind of thing, she has seen it on TV before.

It can only be said that the wisdom of the peasant uncle should not be underestimated.

The long scissors are fixed to the bamboo pole on one side and tied with a thin rope on the other side.

The long bamboo pole fixed the position and got stuck on the twig of the orange. When the rope over there was pulled harder, the scissors clicked, and the orange fell into the bag.

Lin Ling and Zhong Zhong worked together to cut three fruits before stopping.

"That's how it's used!"

After Huang Zhongcheng explained honestly, he looked at Lin Ling and Chu Xiuhua, "You can try it yourself!"

His grandma asked him to do this, Huang Zhongcheng still understood somewhat.

It's not the workers picking fruit for the orchard, but just letting them play.

As for the fruit you picked, it’s good to eat. Anyway, if you pick the fruit, you’ll eat it yourself. Besides, you’ll have to eat the ugly fruit sooner or later~
"Row!"

Lin Ling has had a few experiences just now, and she feels that she has made a good deal of it, and it is not false at all.

Immediately, he aimed the scissors at a big orange next to him.

She had just seen the orange for the first time.

Whether it is delicious or not, that is the second thing!
As an orange, you must have something unique!
Whether it tastes good or not. No one can be sure through the skin.

But if you want to say big or small, you can tell with the naked eye!

This is Lin Ling's little thought, hehehe~
After the fruit was picked, the loyal look in her eyes was a little strange.

Lin Ling didn't think too much about it.

Then aimed at the target.

It's a smaller orange on the side.

She was thinking, the biggest orange was already in her pocket, so why not find another one to accompany it?
Compared with ordinary oranges, the largest oranges are just a little bigger.

But if compared with the smallest orange, it is a super big fruit! ! !

With this ingenuity in mind, Lin Ling picked three fruits in total.

The three fruits are of different sizes.

Huang Zhongcheng's eyes also gradually became speechless. He thought, maybe the people in the city think differently!

It was Chu Xiuhua's turn.

After all, it was due to lack of exercise that it was a bit difficult for her to hold the long bamboo pole in her hand.

Seeing this, Huang Zhongcheng helped him up from behind.

Lin Ling was holding the basket, but couldn't help much, so he stretched out his hand to help stabilize it.

Chu Xiuhua's approach was also different. She picked a few fruits that were about the same size, and even picked the closest ones.

It was resolved quickly.

Lin Ling subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister, go pick vegetables first, I'll pick a few more oranges!"

Loyalty spoke up.

Lin Ling raised his eyebrows in surprise, he didn't expect this kid to have his own ideas.

"That's fine! I'll leave it to you!"

That being said, Lin Ling stuffed the three oranges he picked into his pockets.

That is to say, the pockets of winter clothes are big, otherwise the biggest orange cannot fit.

When Chu Xiuhua saw her, she followed suit and put the oranges she picked in her pocket.

It's not a selfish fault, it's just that I'm afraid they will be confused together.

The fruit you pick yourself always has some special meaning.

There are many vegetables grown in the vegetable garden.

Surprisingly, it was covered with plastic.

Zhong Zhong raised the curtain, let the two of them in, and went to pick oranges.

The plastic greenhouse is not high, so Lin Ling had to be short to get in.

Fortunately, I was about to pick vegetables, so bending over was nothing.

Lin Ling saw that there were eggplants, green beans, cabbage and radishes, and there were a few clumps of tomatoes, which surprised Lin Ling a little.

She is not polite at all, she picks the vegetables she thinks are useful, and picks more when she sees the ones she likes.

She thought that if she couldn't finish eating at noon, she would buy some with Aunt Huang and take them home to eat.

There are so many vegetables in the vegetable garden, there should be enough to sell to her.
Thinking about it, Lin Ling was a little uncertain, and called out loyalty.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

Zhong Zhong didn't even put in the fruit, he just came in by pulling the net bag on the long bamboo pole.

"It's not a big deal, I want to ask, do you sell the vegetables in your garden?"

"Ah?" Zhong Zhong didn't react for a while.

"I see that the vegetables in your vegetable garden are growing quite well. I want to buy some to take home, is that okay?" Lin Ling tried to speak as straightforwardly as possible.

Loyalty let out an "oh", and little by little, he understood.

"no problem!"

"Sister, you can pick whatever you want!"

"Many of our families have plastic greenhouses. My family has a lot of food and it grows fast. When I finish eating, I ask my neighbors for it."

These words are really bold and enviable!
"That's fine, sister, I'm not welcome!"

Lin Ling thought about giving more money, and she was not relentless at all, and picked what she liked when she saw it.

In the end, it was full and filled a basket.

Even Chu Xiuhua's basket was occupied by her a lot.

Both of them dragged their baskets to the kitchen with both hands.

The only one that was easy was loyalty. He picked more than 20 oranges, and half of the basket was filled.

When Aunt Huang saw it, she was taken aback and didn't know what to say.

"You picked so much, you won't be able to finish it at noon!" The village head's daughter-in-law felt regretful. She knew that Lin Ling was so unreliable, and she would rather be tired and stare at her!

"Mom, my sister said she wants to buy vegetables!"

Loyalty interjected at the right time.

"What?"

"Buy groceries?"

Aunt Huang was stunned, "Didn't you give all those things, why do you still have to give money?"