When she heard that Yang Ruoqing was sewing sleeping bags for the children, Ping'er immediately became interested.

She put down the bundle in her hand and came to Yang Ruoqing's side to help them draw together.

Ping'er is an expert in sewing needlework. After some discussions with her, Yang Ruoqing gained a new understanding of the beauty and comfort of design, and she cut it like a charm.

"When do you plan to send the child to Xiaoduo's family?" Ping'er asked.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment: "Of course the sooner the better. On the twenty-nine the day after tomorrow, when my fifth uncle's wife comes in, Xiaoduo will come over to congratulate her. I want her to take her back the day after tomorrow."

Ping'er thought about it for a moment, "If that's the case, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out in just one day."

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll stay up tonight and tomorrow, so it should be about the same."

Ping'er said: "It's twenty-seven tonight. You need to be quiet at night. Have you forgotten this?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then remembered this custom and felt a little embarrassed, "Look at me, I'm really confused. I have to go to bed early tonight. I really can't stay up late."

This is really a bit embarrassing. If it cannot be completed in the future, we will have to wait until Xiaoduo and the others come to pay New Year's greetings in the first lunar month.

After being delayed like this for several days, will Jiaojiao catch a cold again?

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's expression of embarrassment, Ping'er said: "How about this? I'll come over during the day tomorrow and help you do it together. I should be able to make it in time."

Yang Ruoqing was naturally eager to say, "The Chinese New Year will be here in three days, how can I have the nerve to take up your time?"

Ping'er smiled nonchalantly, "Other families are busy celebrating the New Year, but my family is not busy this year. All the New Year's dishes are prepared, and the melon and fruit snacks are also prepared when Huahua gets married."

"When Huahua comes back the day after tomorrow, it will be enough to prepare a table of food for her. Other times, I basically have nothing to do."

Since Ping'er said so, Yang Ruoqing had nothing to say and happily accepted Ping'er's kindness.

"Ping'er, I've been busy with other things these past two days. I heard from my aunt that you came here twice. What do you want from me?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Ping'er said: "It's not a big deal. I just brought some pairs of shoes for your three children. You can see if the size is suitable."

The bundle was opened, and three pairs of brand new cotton shoes came into view.

Yang Ruoqing picked it up and looked at it obediently, picking up the needle and thread. To be honest, this embroiderer was one of the best in the capital.

"Ping'er, you are considerate. I thank you on behalf of the children." Yang Ruoqing hugged the bundle and thanked her sincerely.

Ping'er smiled gently: "I can only handle these things, so you don't mind it."

Yang Ruoqing put down her shoes and patted Ping'er's arm: "Look, you're talking nonsense again."

Ping'er's eyes turned red and she suddenly lowered her head to wipe her tears.

"What's wrong? Why are you still crying?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.

Ping'er shook her head: "It's okay, I suddenly thought of Huahua, and I don't know how she is doing in the Gu family..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "She chose the path herself. She is very confident in the path she chose. She is also a bride. I think the two elders of the Gu family will not embarrass her."

Ping'er said: "The two elders of the Gu family don't look like the kind of treacherous and evil people. What I'm most worried about is Gu Zhihua's childhood sweetheart cousin..."

Yang Ruoqing held Ping'er's hand: "Ping'er, you have done everything you should do, persuade and analyze. It's Huahua who insists on taking this path, and the raw rice has become cooked rice."

"Now, you have to relax and live your own life at home. Huahua has her own life, good or bad. She is responsible for her own choices. You can no longer interfere.

Let her go!”

After some consolation, Ping'er left the Luo family with a sad expression.

She walked on the front foot, and Luo Fengtang came back on the back foot.

"Qing'er, it's quiet tonight. My daughter has been coaxed to sleep by me. Let's go to bed early."

"Okay!" Yang Ruoqing put away the clothes and fabrics on the table, and the two of them fetched water to wash up and take a rest early.

At night, the north wind howled outside the house, and the wind swept over the water of the pond at the entrance of the village and came in waves, like a ferocious beast roaring, and like thousands of innocent souls wailing.

Because of this, the orange lights in the warm spring-like house make it look even more warm and peaceful.

The two of them lay lazily on the bed, Yang Ruoqing lay on Luo Fengtang's chest, patiently waiting for the sound of the gong outside.

The young and old men in the village are arranged according to their seniority and age, and each year five of them "take care of the year".

The so-called "Guan Nian" means that during the Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, and New Year's Eve of this year, they will lead the old and young in the village to worship and worship their ancestors.

On the evening of the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, when it was almost dark, the villagers led the villagers to set off firecrackers to honor their ancestors.

On the twenty-seventh night of the twelfth lunar month, gongs were beaten, firecrackers were set off, and the village was patrolled to see if everyone could fall asleep.

On New Year's Eve, lanterns are lit in the ancestral hall, and offerings such as pig heads, roosters, fat meat, rice, shochu, incense and candles are offered to honor the ancestors.

In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, they also beat gongs and drums in the village to urge everyone to get up and go to the Tutu Temple in the south of the village to pay New Year greetings to the City God.

In the early morning of the third day of the first lunar month, the five of them would go from house to house to remind everyone to get up and set off firecrackers to send their ancestors back to the mountains.

Therefore, the five villagers who are in charge of the year are very prestigious to the villagers during this year.

The rules passed down from generation to generation give them a strong sense of responsibility throughout the year.

For Yang Ruoqing, she was lying on the bed counting her fingers and counting the time until her ancestors would return home to celebrate the New Year with their descendants.

From the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month to the third day of the first lunar month, eight days before and after, ah, it’s a golden little holiday!

"Pong..."

Amidst the whining wind, the sound of a gong came from afar.

Yang Ruoqing stirred in the bed and immediately became energetic.

Sure enough, a moment later, there was the sound of firecrackers, followed closely by the gong.

When the gong is struck five or six times, a short burst of firecrackers will sound.

The sound appeared alternately, surrounding the village from east to west, north and south, and finally came towards the main road at the entrance of the village.

Far and near, I seemed to hear a few dog barks.

Yang Ruoqing hid in bed and snickered.

Tomorrow, the owners of those barking dogs will be very upset and may even kill their dogs.

It is the nature of dogs to look after homes and homes. They just kept their position and did what they should do.

It's a pity that the world of dogs is very simple and not as complicated as that of humans.

The giant teddy that Luo Baobao raised usually screamed at the slightest disturbance at night, but it was very quiet on the night of the 27th of the twelfth lunar month every year.

The reason is simple, Bao Bao made a muzzle for her dog.

Every year on the night of the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, Teddy is fed well and called to sleep in his room. The dog is muzzled with something so that it does not affect his breathing, but he cannot bark. He waits until dawn to put the muzzle on.

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