Xie Han wanted to get married, so Xiao Lin vacated the master bedroom and gave it to Yuan Qiuhua as a cave room. She moved to a guest room to sleep in, and another room for her two children to sleep.

Yuan Qiuhua was married on the 22nd of December 2003.

The north wind blows, and the snowflakes drift. In a blink of an eye, after the New Year, it is time to celebrate the New Year, a little boy, who is not familiar with the world, looks forward to the New Year, can eat well, dress well, play well, grow up and start a family, but is afraid of the New Year.

Because Xie Han did not set up a family, and his parents were old, except for relatives and younger generations to pay New Year's greetings to their elders, the old people did not want to move around. And because the palace magpie said, "There is no dew in the drought, people are old and unloved, we are in our sixties, and we no longer care about the affairs of the sun, it is time for you young people to take the lead." The tasks of buying New Year's goods, buying New Year's gifts, and traveling for New Year's greetings at home were handed over to Xie Han to undertake, which is the so-called support for the door.

As the saying goes, if the New Year is passed, it is better to have fewer people. The expenditure on purchasing New Year's goods and New Year's gifts is indeed not a small amount for a large family with many relatives and friends, especially for a large family with eight children, three uncles, four aunts, and five aunts.

The husband and wife were worried about money, New Year's goods, New Year's gifts, food, drink and clothing for the family, and they couldn't sleep.

The poor only look at the present, and the rich plan for the coming year. Xie Han used all the gifts he received when he got married, not only the New Year's goods at home were bought by him, but he also bought the New Year's gifts for his brothers, the New Year's money for his nephew, the red envelopes for his nephew, the New Year's gifts for his sister, the New Year's gifts for the Yuan family, and the New Year's gifts for his uncles, uncles, uncles and old cousins.

After the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the year has entered the countdown. Twenty-three send the god of the stove, twenty-four sweep the dust, twenty-five dozen tofu, twenty-six smoked bacon, twenty-seven kill chickens and ducks, twenty-eight steamed rice cakes, twenty-nine paste blessings, thirty reunions and keep the year, go to the ancestral shrine on the first day of the new year, kowtow to incense, come out of the year, and pay a big New Year's greeting.

Chinese New Year is a holiday for children to play and play, a season for men to eat, drink and have fun, a day for women to play cards and chat, but a busy season for married women to take care of housework. As soon as Yuan Qiuhua took off his wedding dress, his job was to do laundry and cook, wash dishes and sweep the floor, from the twenty-third to the Lantern Festival, cooking and cleaning every day, busy in and out, buying east and west, washing and washing, moving around, running up and down, busy and around, the whole is the image of a laundry and cooking woman.

When you buy New Year's goods home, you must mature the raw ones, and make the living ones die, and you must first clean them. In the cold winter, the snow is falling, the water in the pond is frozen, the bluestone slab is frozen, the water is sprinkled, and it immediately becomes a frost flower, and it chirps when you step on it, wipe it over, and squeak. Housewives wash vegetables, laundry, wash utensils, kill chickens, kill ducks, cut fish, go back and forth several times a day, and come frequently. The cold wind blew his face, the water was biting, and Yuan Qiuhua's hands were red from the cold, redder, colder, and harder than the washed carrots in his hands. After washing for a while, her fingers were so cold that she lost consciousness, numb from the cold, stiff and stiff, and she couldn't hold things steadily, so she had to put her hands in her arms and hold them for a while, and when she regained consciousness, she continued to wash. As she washed and washed, she couldn't help but shed tears, and even felt that the skin flowing through the tears was much warmer than just now.

When I got home, my hands were roasted on the fire, and they were painful and itchy, red and swollen, and they hurt so much that they scratched their hearts and tickled their hearts. Yuan Qiuhua has been in her mother's house for more than 10 years, and has been abroad for more than 10 years, going south to Shenzhen, north to Beijing, east to Shanghai, west to Tibet, never knowing what chilblains are, married to her in-laws' family for less than 20 days, not only feet with chilblains, but also with chilblains on your hands, the back of your hands is swollen like steamed buns, and you can press a pit. The pain was unbearable, so she switched to soaking in warm water, which turned slightly colder, and heated the water again, so that her hands could slowly return to warmth.

Gong Magpie sat by the fire, holding Xie Jiaxi's little daughter to roast the fire, she saw it in her eyes, and shouted loudly: Why are you such a loser? Waste hot water, waste firewood, really can't live!