These days, there are no elastic bands.

She put a rope into the wrist of the glove.

Put the gloves back on your hands, just tighten the rope at the wrist and tie a knot so that the gloves will not loosen.

After the first pair of gloves was made, she admired them for a long time.

Imagining what Luo Fengtang would look like when he put it on, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve in pleasure.

She hid the gloves, then traced the size of her parents' and two younger brothers' hands, and then made the gloves.

Until Mrs. Sun came and knocked on the door, urging her to have lunch.

Only then did I realize that I had been busy for a long time.

After lunch, she shut herself in the room again and continued making gloves.

The task she set for herself today was to make gloves for the whole family.

Such a snowy afternoon.

Yang Ruoqing sat on the heating barrel in the room, burying her head in a pair of gloves.

And in the mountains behind the woods.

The forest sea and snowy plains are filled with white light.

The north wind howled, like a steel knife scraping across my face, leaving a sharp pain.

The tall and burly figure of the boy was walking hard in the wind and snow.

He has a long bow on his shoulder and a quiver on his back.

Hanging from his waist was a hare and a pheasant, and he was carrying two hares in his hands.

At this moment, he was burying his head, as if he was looking for something.

On the pure white snow, a line of footprints of a small animal is faintly visible.

Like plum blossoms blooming.

Soon it was covered with snow and submerged.

But these clues could not escape the boy's eyes.

He braved the wind and snow and searched all the way forward...

…

at night.

After scalding her feet with hot water, Yang Ruoqing retreated to the bed.

After a while, my feet became cold again.

She felt that she really needed a hot water bottle to warm her feet!

One time in her previous life, she was trying to complete a task.

I once stayed in a farmhouse deep in the mountains on a branch of the Dabie Mountains for half a year.

It was also cold in winter at that time.

When that family slept at night, they filled the bed with boiling water from a salt water bottle.

In ancient times, salt water bottles were no longer a luxury.

She really wants to make a hot water bottle!

It's just that you need leather products to make hot water bottles.

Otherwise, the water will leak all over the bed.

But where can I get the leather products?

Why!

Go to sleep, go to sleep, after these few days, you must go to the town to sell cotton wool and come back to make a new quilt!

…

The next day, the snow was still falling.

Yang Ruoqing didn't sleep well all night and stayed in bed in the morning.

While I was in a daze, I heard the sound of Mr. Sun and others talking from the yard outside.

There was also the crisp sound of a shovel shoveling snow.

She turned over and went back to sleep.

The sounds outside continued.

However, when they arrived in front of the door of her house, the movement was a little quieter.

It was as if he had deliberately made his movements gentle to avoid disturbing her.

Until she woke up, got up, stretched herself, opened the door and left the house.

Only then did I realize that the noise outside that morning was my mother shoveling snow!

The snow was almost up to my ankles.

My mother shoveled the snow at the door to make a path.

This workload...

"Mom, why didn't you wake me up when you shoveled the snow?"

Just as Mrs. Sun came out of the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing asked.

"There's so much snow, and I'll shovel it with you, so you don't have to suffer so much!" she continued.

Hearing this, Mrs. Sun smiled and shook her head.

The woman glanced at the clean path at the door, sprinkled with non-slip wood chips.

"Where did I shovel? Early in the morning, Tang Yaozi came here with a shovel."

The woman said: "It was him who shoveled it. I wanted to call you to get up, but he stopped me and said it was cold and asked you to sleep more..."

"After shoveling the snow, I left without even taking a sip of tea. That kid is such a good kid..."

ah?

Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded.

So it turns out he was the one who did the good deeds?

I was dazed for a while, deliberately slowing down my shoveling movements.

Presumably it was also to avoid disturbing her?

What a considerate and considerate good boy.

Yang Ruoqing secretly thought, she hasn't had breakfast yet, it's like she drank a bowl of honey water.

Sweet.

It seems that the monotonous white snow in front of me suddenly becomes colorful!

While having breakfast, Sun and Yang Huazhong were calculating.

"Brother Luo is hosting a banquet for buying a field this noon. Qing'er and I will go over and cook dinner at noon," said Sun.

"Tang Yazi was afraid of losing etiquette, so he said in the morning that he would pick you and Xiao An up in the morning."

"I was stopped."

Mrs. Sun continued: "It's snowing heavily and it's cold on the road. Your legs can't bear the cold."

"Brother Luo's family gave all the heating barrels to our family. Their house is very cold, so it's not suitable for Xiao An to go there."

"Looking at Tang Yazi like that, he felt quite guilty. He said that he would have to bring the lunch dishes over later, and he wanted to apologize to me..."

After hearing what Sun said, Yang Huazhong smiled and shook his head.

"Da'an and Xiao'an and I can't get along. How can we blame Tang Yazi and the others?"

The man said: "They are very polite, but God is not kind to them!"

"Ms. Qing'er, you go over to cook later and tell Brother Luo so they don't feel guilty anymore..."

Sun nodded.

"I know these words even if you don't tell me. Brother Luo and Tang Yazi are really good to our family!"

"Well, then Qing'er, after you have had breakfast, hurry over and help clean up!" Yang Huazhong urged.

Mrs. Sun nodded.

Here, Yang Ruoqing is drinking the fragrant and sweet cornmeal batter.

While listening to the conversation between father and mother.

"Mom, I'll go over first after breakfast. You stay at home and feed the piglets."

"Why don't you just take care of the food for a table of people? With me here, nothing will happen." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun thought for a moment, nodded and said, "That's alright. I'll wash the pots and dishes at home and go."

"Um!"

The family decided happily.

After the meal, Yang Ruoqing distributed the gloves she had made all day and night to her parents and two younger brothers one by one.

Yang Huazhong looked at the gloves in his hand, and the man was happy.

"I've seen people wearing gloves when I went to town before," he said.

"But they are all brought by people who have no fingers in the spring water."

"I didn't expect that we farmers can also wear gloves?"

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

"Gloves are used to protect our hands from frostbite. There is no distinction between high and low."

As she spoke, she helped Xiao An put on her little gloves.

"How are you? Are your little hands warm?" she asked with a smile.

Xiao An looked at the gloves in his hands curiously and nodded excitedly.

Mrs. Sun was trying on her own gloves over there, and suddenly asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, we all have gloves, so why don't you make a pair for Tang Yazi and the others?"

Just as Yang Ruoqing was about to open her mouth, Daan on the side said first, "Do you still need to remind me about this? My sister must have done it for Brother Fengtang!"

"Is it true, Qing'er?" Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing with bright eyes.

Yang Ruoqing's face turned red inexplicably.

He glared at Da'an and said angrily: "How come I can't hide anything from you? I'm a kid but a ghost!"

Daan squinted his eyes and smiled with a cunning look on his face.

Yang Ruoqing was depressed, this younger brother, hey!

"I won't tell you anymore, I have to go to Uncle Luo's house to help."
Chapter completed!