Chapter 2167： don't waste food

"Aoao, that's what it looks like, Xue Er, but mother doesn't know how to make this schoolbag, why don't you talk to mother, mother will do it?"

"No need, mother, I can do it." Han Yingxue said.

"O'O, okay, then you'll have to work hard. I'm going to find you unused fabrics. There's still a lot left for making clothes."

Han Yingxue nodded.

After rummaging for a while, Mr. Zhao took out a few pieces of colorful cloth.

There are also fabrics for dark clothes for Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu.

Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu are boys, so schoolbags made of colorful fabrics are probably not suitable for them. Still this dark fabric is better. It is estimated that a few children will like some more.

But Tuoba Yuer is a girl, and she probably prefers schoolbags with brighter colors.

Han Yingxue put away the cloth, "Mother, then I'll go back to sleep."

"okay."

After a comfortable night's sleep, Han Yingxue woke up early the next morning. After getting up, Han Yingxue greeted several children to get up.

Several children were very excited because they were going to school for the first time, and quickly got up from the bed.

After washing up, a few people got into the carriage and wandered to the top of the town.

The sun gradually rose, and when we reached the top of the town, it was already past seven in the morning.

Fresh air in the morning.

Han Yingxue still took a few children to eat in the town.

Affected by this severe drought, the town has been deserted a lot. Many shops have been closed. I guess the business won't work. Even with these food stalls, there are only one or two left.

"Alas..." Han Yingxue sighed softly, not knowing when this state would end. At this moment, I feel a little nostalgic for the time when the town was lively.

However, Han Yingxue also believes that all of this will pass. As long as it rains, the next year's food will be harvested, and this deserted town street will slowly become lively.

"Are you full? Let's go when we're full." Han Yingxue took care of her.

Tuoba Yu'er hurriedly swallowed the last mouthful of soup in the bowl, her eyes like a crescent moon looked at Han Yingxue, and said in a sweet voice, "Yu'er wants to eat it all, so it can't be wasted. Many of them can't eat it. As for the meal, Yu’er must cherish what she eats.”

Han Yingxue nodded admiringly, "Yu'er is really sensible. That's right, we should cherish the grain and not waste it. When the day of hoeing is noon, sweat drips down the soil, who knows that the food in the plate is grainy. It’s all hard work. Not a grain of rice is hard-earned, so you should cherish it even more.”

After Han Yingxue finished speaking, the children nodded heavily.

Originally, Han Yingwu had some noodles left at the bottom of the bowl, but now he lowered his head and swallowed all the noodles left in the bowl into his stomach. Then he put his empty bowl in front of Han Yingxue as if offering a treasure and said, "Sister, look, I have eaten clean too."

"Haha not bad."

Han Yingwen's bowl was already clean, but after hearing Han Yingxue's words, he fell into deep thought. In my heart, I recited the poem Han Yingxue just said.

"The day of hoeing the weeds is noon, and the sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work."