According to Tiancheng's idea, the dividends of the pig farm and the feed factory were quickly distributed to the villagers, and after the villagers' tea and dinner, three or five people got together, almost all of them talked about their plans before and after the Spring Festival.

Xiuhua took the dividends home, this dividend made Xiuhua really excited, he really couldn't believe that the sum of the dividends was more than their agricultural income in a year, if they still owed to build a house, there was still money for the festival on hand, but thinking of the next year's plan to build a pigsty, he immediately dispelled the arrears of his mother's family, the last time he went back to his mother's house, he heard his brother's daughter-in-law mention that his brother was coming back, she has been worried, thinking that it is necessary to go to his mother's house before the holiday, and casually mention his plans to his father.

Xiuhua can't ride a bicycle, and she goes out on two legs, which is why no matter how heavy the snow is, in front of her, it's not a problem. Xiuhua, who returned home, called Mu Yan and said: "This is the dividend of our family today, I will give it to you, I discussed it with your father last night, and after the festival, we will also build a few pigsties and raise a few pigs, and we will earn more than weaving bags when the time comes!"

Mu Yan took the money and counted it carefully: "I really didn't expect that it was more than the grain sold by our family in the autumn, no wonder the people in our village are talking about raising pigs!"

Xiuhua said to Mu Yan: "We don't care about people, there are not a few days left before the holiday, today I will go to your grandmother's house to see if your uncle has come back!"

"The snow hasn't melted yet, how convenient it would be to wait two more days to go!" Mu Yan persuaded.

Xiuhua devoted herself to returning to her parents' house, and did not listen to Mu Yan's persuasion, she entered the house and took off the hanging meat from the hook of the beam, which was just brought back from the Tiancheng Breeding Farm yesterday, and the meat was divided into sixteen catties, so much meat, and they couldn't eat it all, according to the amount consumed during the festival in previous years, four catties of meat were enough to make the whole family eat deliciously, and now there is no need to buy so much, Xiuhua really can't think of how to eat, she wants to cut more than half, and carry it to her mother's house.

Xiuhua was about to go out with a bamboo basket filled with meat, and ran into Lao Mu who had just come in from outside, Lao Mu saw the meat in the bamboo basket, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Where are you going?"

"Go back to your parents' house and discuss with my father about borrowing money by the way!" Xiuhua replied casually.

"Then I'll ride a bicycle to see you off!" Lao Mu finished speaking, then went to the courtyard, pushed the bicycle and went out of the gate.

"You still need to send it, then the snow bike is not as fast as walking!" Xiuhua was a little reluctant to let Lao Mu suffer that hardship.

"You better come up, I'll send you to the road, if the snow is not good to ride, I'll come back." Lao Mu said and took the bamboo basket on Xiuhua's arm, hung it on the handlebar, and motioned for Xiuhua to get on the bike.

Xiuhua got into the car, and the two laughed and rode towards Yangliu Village.

The snow in the field is stimulated by the sun's rays, and the strong light reflected makes it difficult to open people's eyes, Lao Mu squinted his eyes and looked around, feeling the snow scene of "the scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice", and involuntarily chanted: "The sky is the cover, the ground is the seat, the car marks in the middle are rolled into mud, it is difficult to open the eyes from a distance, and the birds are foraging for food up close. ”

"What kind of mess! Just you call it poetry?" Xiuhua, who was sitting in the back of the car, slapped Lao Mu's ass and laughed.

"This is called limerick poetry, naturally there is no discipline, just read it by mouth!" Lao Mu knew that it was not a poem, but it was just a feeling, and there was nothing else.

"As soon as I heard it, it was sour and rotten, just you are so sour and rotten, what else can you do with the material of a natural teacher, this is what else I am born to be useful, I am a dugger, it is difficult to be a beam!" Xiuhua suddenly remembered what she said last night, so she brought it out and said.

"Which pot is not opened!" The two laughed, and unconsciously came to Yangliu Village, just entered the village, Xiuhua got out of the car, after all, this is the place where she grew up, and when she saw her mother's family who was a companion since childhood, she naturally felt a sense of closeness in her heart, and it was inevitable that she would call "aunt, uncle" affectionately.

Xiuhua greeted everyone after getting off the bus, everyone looked a little envious, as if they had a special place with them, Xiuhua wondered in her heart, and couldn't help but ask herself: "Today, the eyes of the village look at themselves are a little strange, what's the matter?"

When Xiuhua saw her father, her first sentence did not ask her brother if he had returned, but said directly: "What's the matter with the people in our village, when they see me coming back, they point and point, as if they see some visitors from outside the world?"

"Hey, this is thanks to the story of your village Tiancheng, and now it is spread that our village is envious, and some people want to move to your village directly, but your village does not agree to accept it!" Yang Qinglin said with a smile.

Without waiting for Xiuhua to reply, Yang Qinglin continued: "The affairs of your village, the division of meat and money, really makes other villages look at you differently, so it is like looking at the Western scenery to see you." ”

"Is there still magic in our village?"

"Where is there any magic, it's just your dividends this year, which makes everyone look red-eyed!"

"It turned out to be pink eye, this disease is not easy to treat, it is impossible to cure it!" Xiuhua quipped.

"What kind of pink eye? Everyone is very envious of your villagers, saying that in the spring of next year, they will also do the side business of raising pigs like your village!" Yang Qinglin said, pouring a glass of water for Lao Mu.

"The relationship is good, our village has become a model village!"

"You don't know yet, many people want to come to your village to learn the scriptures! So they are polite to you and the people who come from your village!"

"I really didn't know that our village was really going to be famous!" Xiuhua felt honored for Xiaowangzhuang Village.

"Not only is your village famous, but Wang Tiancheng's name is also known to passers-by, and it is an honor to live in your village!" Yang Qinglin said in his heart, his face proud to have a girl in Xiaowangzhuang Village.

Yang Qinglin's words stung Lao Mu, and he suddenly felt that he was small in Wang Tiancheng, and this feeling of inferiority strengthened the idea of building a pigsty after the holiday.