After going to bed at night, Mrs. Tan chatted with Lao Yangtou about Yang Huamei's affairs during the day.

"Mei'er seems to be really serious about that boy from the old Luo family." Mrs. Tan said with a worried look on her face.

"Dad Mei'er, Lao Wu's marriage has been decided. We have to work hard to find a good in-law for Mei'er!"

After hearing what Tan said, Old Yangtou smoked his dry cigarette in silence.

"This is something you, as a mother, should worry about. Whatever you say, then do it!" he said.

Mr. Tan nodded, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Seeing this, Old Yangtou asked again: "Looking at you like this, could it be that you have someone you like?"

Knowing that nothing could escape the man's eyes, Tan nodded again.

"What do you think of Wang Shuanzi, the son of Wang Hong's family in the village?" asked Tan.

Old Yang narrowed his eyes and turned over the affairs of Wang Hong's family in his mind.

"Wang Hongquan is the brother of Li Zheng Wang Hongtao, and he is also a wealthy family in our village." Ms. Tan analyzed it carefully.

"Wang Hongquan is married to two daughters and one son."

"Both my two daughters were married in a neighboring village. The more than ten acres of farmland and a yard at home all belong to Shuanzi."

"Wang Hongquan and his wife only got such a lump when they were in their thirties. It's a baby bump."

"If Mei'er gets married, she will be the queen of wives." Mrs. Tan said with a smile.

Old Yangtou also nodded: "Wang Hongquan and his wife are well-known honest people in the village, and they would not dare to bully Mei'er."

"Life at home is pretty good, but Shuanzi is a little thinner and a little frail..." Old Yang said.

Mrs. Tan curled her lips: "What's this? The pole is bent constantly. It's better to be weak, so you can't bully our Mei'er!"

"If that son-in-law can kill a tiger with his fist, I really don't feel comfortable marrying my daughter to him!" said Tan.

Lao Yangtou thought about it too.

Shuanzi's weakness is nothing, after all, there are many old Yang men here.

During the busy farming season, Hua Lala went over to help, and life became easier.

Wang Hongquan was Li Zheng's brother, and no one in the village dared to bully him.

"Okay, then you can go and ask later. Let's see what the attitude is first, and then we can discuss it!"

…

Snow particles fell at night.

One by one they hit the window, making a crackling sound.

Yang Ruoqing was lying on the bed, still feeling cold, and everything her feet touched was cold.

The whole family has made cotton clothes and trousers, but the quilt on the bed has not had time to be changed.

They are all from previous years, thin and worn.

When she slept, she put all her cotton clothes and trousers on top of the quilt.

Still doesn't matter.

She felt like a cold bird, hugging her body and shaking into a ball.

At this time, it would be great if there was air conditioning and heating in the house...

Even if you don’t have those, it would be nice to have an electric blanket on the bed!

No matter what happens, it’s good to have a hot water bottle to warm your feet!

The whole night passed in such a trance.

I woke up the next morning, opened the door and took a look.

Holy shit, it's snowing heavily outside, and the ground is all white.

The ceiling of the pig nest opposite was covered with a thick layer of snow, and three little pigs were huddled inside, humming.

Yang Ruoqing rubbed her hands, no wonder it was so cold last night.

It turns out a snow is brewing!

"Sister, how about we build a snowman in the morning?"

Da An pulled Xiao An and ran over happily. The two boys were wearing cotton clothes and trousers, and their exposed faces were red from the cold.

But the mood was quite high.

Yang Ruoqing held Xiao An's cold fingers, rubbed them a few times, and took a few breaths of hot air.

He smiled and said to them: "The snowman is ready, but I have to wait until I clear the snow from the pig pen and add some straw to the piglets to keep them warm!"

"Great!"

The two boys responded happily and turned around to play in the snow in the yard.

Here, Yang Ruoqing ducked into the kitchen.

Mrs. Sun was wearing an apron and squatting at the door of the stove, filling the two earthen basins at her feet with ashes from the stove bottom.

Porridge is being cooked in a small pot, and steam is coming out from the edge of the lid.

Accompanied by a bubbling sound.

"Mom, let me help you carry it."

Yang Ruoqing came over and stretched out her hands.

Mrs. Sun said: "It's a little hot, so it's better for you to pick it up."

Two clay pots contained fuel such as wood chips and pine cones.

Burning fruit charcoal is placed on top.

On top of the charcoal, cover it with a layer of stove bottom ash.

One is to cover the smoke and dust, and the other is to keep the heat in, so that the fire in the pot can continue to burn.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't resist Sun and stayed in the kitchen.

The family had breakfast. It was still snowing in the morning.

Yang Ruoqing and Sun worked together to tidy up the pig pen.

He took the cattail poles that had been dried last time and brought them closer to the pig's nest.

Put them on the side to protect them from the wind.

"Nier, luckily you posted these cattails last time, and they will come in handy now!"

Mrs. Sun praised while talking.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled.

Mrs. Sun asked again: "Where did this cattail stick go?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "I broke it off a few days ago and put it in a twine bag."

"What are you doing breaking those cattail sticks?" asked Sun.

Cattails are everywhere in the pond behind the village.

It is of no use and not even eaten by pigs and cows.

But my daughter is treated like a treasure, hey!

Yang Ruoqing couldn't tell what Mrs. Sun was thinking, so she smiled and said, "******************, cattail sticks are quite useful, as you will know later."

Mr. Sun stopped asking further questions.

She knew what her daughter was trying to do, so she wanted to hide it first!

After cleaning up the pigsty, I built a snowman in the snow with my two younger brothers.

A broken broom was stuck diagonally on the snowman's nose.

It made the two younger brothers extremely excited.

Especially Xiao An, jumping and screaming around the snowman.

"Okay, we're done having fun, let's go back inside and warm ourselves up in the bucket, otherwise we'll catch a cold."

Mrs. Sun came out of the house, and the woman scolded the children.

His face was clearly filled with a doting smile.

Yang Ruoqing also quickly urged them: "That's it for today. I'm afraid the snow won't stop for three or two days."

"Let's go inside and warm ourselves by the fire first, and then build a snowman tomorrow."

in the house.

Yang Huazhong snuggled up on the bed as usual, holding a bowl of hot tea in his hand.

Da'an and Xiao'an got into the warm tub, and Mrs. Sun also put her feet in, and continued to do her needlework.

Yang Ruoqing found an excuse and went back to her house.

She sat on her small heating bucket and took out a pair of sewing dustpans that Mrs. Sun had bought for her.

Inside the dustpan, there are sewing scissors and several folded pieces of blue cotton.

Yang Ruoqing took out a piece of charcoal and began tracing on the spread cotton cloth...

She recalled the length and thickness of Luo Fengtang's fingers in her mind, and moved the charcoal pen in her hand to draw a stroke on the cloth, outlining the prototype of a pair of gloves...

Use scissors to cut out the drawn glove pattern.

Then use the reduced one as a sample and cut another side.
Chapter completed!