Regarding Song Baojia's doubts, he smiled happily and said: "Don't worry, I have been hunting all this time, and a lot of game has been sold to the supply and marketing cooperative, and there is no shortage of money in my hands." ”

Song Baojia didn't know how to react, and always felt that his sister was a little too capable. He sighed and said, "You're just a child, and you don't have to be so thoughtful about a lot of things. ”

Huanxi wanted to roll her eyes, thinking that if she didn't want to make the injuries of these two people heal better, she wouldn't be able to think of ways to make all kinds of food that could be preserved.

God knows how difficult it would be for her to make jerky without an oven.

Before leaving, an unexpected person came to see him off.

"Sister Dandan?" Huanxi looked at the little girl opposite in a goose yellow dress and waved to him with a surprised face.

Xu Dandan is Xu Qian's daughter, four years older than Huanxi, and the intersection of the two stems from Huanxi's daily gratitude for the steamed buns left in her cupboard.

When Xu Dandan, who was at home on the weekend, found out that the conch girl she thought was actually a little girl younger than herself, as a chef, she suddenly had infinite respect for Huanxi. Since then, as long as it is a weekend, she will stay at home and watch Huan Xi cook, eating and drinking by the way.

- Of course, for Huanxi, the presence of this person is tantamount to an obstacle, which increases her workload a lot.

"Huanxi, are you really going back?" asked Xu Dandan reluctantly holding Huanxi's hand.

Huanxi nodded.

Xu Dandan asked again: "Then will you come again in the future?"

Huanxi nodded, "It should come again, after all, my eldest brother and second brother are here." Of course, not necessarily if they are transferred or discharged. ”

Xu Dandan was immediately relieved, "Okay, I'll wait for you." By the way, you know the address of my house, you can also give me the address of your house, and I will write to you when the time comes. ”

She was not used to writing letters, but now there was no other means of communication for him to choose.

Although it was a train at noon, Huanxi and Song Weimin arrived at the county seat in the evening, because they had already written a letter informing them that they would arrive today, so there were already people waiting there when they arrived at the county seat.

Because Song Dazhu and Song Erzhu had to go to work, it was Song Damei who came to pick them up.

"Erzhu told me that you will stay here for one night, and they will come to pick you up tomorrow morning. On the way back, Sister Song explained.

When I got home, Li Jianjian, Luo Fangfei and Li Yuzhen were there, and dinner was ready.

Huanxi asked meaningfully, "Why isn't my uncle at home?"

Hearing this, Sister Song frowned, and quickly let go and said, "He went to Lin Qinghui's side." ”

Huanxi nodded and didn't say anything more, put away the luggage, and went over to eat.

"How is your second brother?" During the meal, Sister Song inevitably cared about her nephew in the army.

Huanxi swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Second brother is fine, and his injuries are recovering well." I said before that he was coming back, but it was actually a misunderstanding......"

She briefly explained the matter, but Sister Song didn't blame Song Weimin, but just laughed: "This stupid boy is as honest as his second uncle." ”

Huanxi didn't mention the matter of Song Bao's family, and when he was in City B, the two sides coordinated on this matter, although he didn't want his eldest brother to be happy, but Huanxi didn't want his family to worry about it.

After eating, Huanxi originally planned to help her aunt clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but unfortunately she was kicked out of the kitchen.

When I arrived in the living room, I saw Luo Fangfei knitting a sweater, but she was ......

Huanxi twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Sister Fangfei, who are you weaving clothes for?"

Luo Fangfei smiled and gently touched her belly, which was not yet pregnant, and said, "It's for children, because I'm not sure if it's a boy or a girl, so I bought yellow wool." ”

Huanxi endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't help but say: "Sister Fangfei, it's pitiful to be your child." ”

"Huh?" Luo Fangfei looked dazed.

Huanxi pointed to the sweater that had been knitted most of the sweater in her hand and said: "Your sweater is knitted small, calculate the time, sister, you should be born in the spring of next year, that is to say, the sweater baby can't wear it for long, and it won't be worn until the autumn, but during this period, with the growth rate of newborns, your sweater can't be worn for a long time." And most importantly, even if you can wear it...... Your neckline is too small, the thickness of the two sleeves is different, the left sleeve will obviously be too tight, and the waist is too short. Also, if the baby is still young, you should knit a cardigan instead of a jumper. Even if you want to knit a jumper, you have to make a hole in your shoulder. ”

She had opened a handmade online store in this area in her previous life, and although it was impossible to do it herself, she knew everything she should know. Between women and children make the best money, especially babies and young children, she does a lot of research.

Therefore, she knows very well that the sweater in her cousin's hand is really torturous for the baby to wear.

Luo Fangfei was stupid.

Before Huanxi said it, she thought that the sweater she knitted was still good, but she said so...... She has no enmity with her own children.

Sister Song also heard the happy words, she was also a little stunned, she had knitted a lot of sweaters, but when the children were young, her mother-in-law was in charge, and her mother-in-law was a frugal person, she had never knitted a sweater for babies and young children, and she didn't know that there were so many exquisiteness.

It's not that her daughter-in-law's craftsmanship is not good, it's not that she can't see it, but she just thinks that she loves her son's heart, and she thinks it's okay if the sweater is ugly, as long as it's warm, so she lets her weave it herself, how can she think of it......

Huanxi sighed and said, "Sister Fangfei, you better weave it again." ”

After thinking about it, she spoke: "Newborn babies are about the same height if there are no special circumstances, about fifty centimeters, but between the speed of the baby's growth, when knitting a sweater, you have to follow the reference of at least fifty-eight centimeters." In this way, it is only possible to wear a month-long look, and it is best to refer to 66 centimeters, so that you can wear it until you are about three months old. If you want to wear it for a long time, you should still use 73 cm or 80 cm as a reference, so that you can wear it for a year. ”

According to the thinking of this era, children's clothes are made of big clothes, and it is impossible to wear them for a month and lose them like later generations.

But my cousin and sister-in-law are the first child, even if they are small, they are fine, and they can be worn by the small ones in the back.

But obviously, even if Luo Fangfei's family conditions are excellent, there is a great difference in values and joy.

After hesitating, she said, "Let's just do it at eighty centimeters, do you want to make it bigger?"

Huanxi shook his head, "No matter how big it is, it's not warm to dress." ”

Sister Song suddenly wondered, "Huanxi, how do you know so much?"