The north wind was howling, the sky was gloomy, huge snow particles fell from the sky, and the ice edges were frozen under the eaves so firmly that they were wrapped in a layer of white in the blink of an eye, and the sky and earth were a gray color.

Ruixue Zhaofeng year, this proverb, is completely unapplicable to the frozen northland, which is a disaster for the people. In previous years, there was no coal, and all the fire was burned by tree branches, and every year people were frozen to death in their sleep, even at the bottom of the most festive years.

Mo Xiaohe sat on the kang, with a small quilt on his body, and under the kerosene lamp, he asked to sew clothes with stitches and threads. The little baby is really a day at a time, Erzhuang and Meimei are growing their bodies, and they always run crazy with the babies in the village on weekdays, and the new clothes will be washed white in a few days, and it is inevitable that there will be holes.

With the status and conditions of the family, even if it is ten sets of new clothes a day, it can be afforded, but Mo Xiaohe feels that one set of new clothes a day is not enough to wear, and she doesn't want to train Erzhuang to become a gentleman, but for the sake of face, the torn clothes, she will never let Erzhuang and Meimei wear them again.

The children of the people in the village, can have a clean clothes to be happy for a few days, who is not a new dress to wear for a few years, not to patches stacked patches, is reluctant to throw away, that is really new three years, old three years, sewing and mending for another three years, wearing a ten or eight years of broken old clothes can not be broken again, but also reluctant to throw, make the sole of the shoe or twisted into rags and put it in the cotton clothes, cold-resistant.

Making clothes is really manual work, time-consuming and laborious, Gu Zheng feels sorry for Mo Xiaohe, but he is proficient in chopping wood and cooking for cooking, but he can't hold a needle and thread, and the more he helps, the more he helps, he can only watch from the sidelines and do it in a hurry.

"Husband, there are needlework people in the house, so I'll make a few sets of close-fitting clothes, and I'm not tired."

Mo Xiaohe calls herself a good wife and mother, but she is actually too boring, she has nothing to do in winter, she has to do something to pass the time, she has been gossiping with her cousin Mo Daya all day long, these days the cold road is slippery, Xu Tietou is afraid that his cousin will fall, and has forbidden Mo Daya to go out.

"Well, needlework costs eyes, there are so many people in the house, I have to find some work for them."

Gu Zheng poured a cup of tea for his wife and flipped through a few account books on the table. There are many industries in the City Lord's Mansion, and on the whole, they are still profitable, but in the past few years, he has used all the surplus silver to help the poor people, and the treasury is not so rich.

There are two days left until the Chinese New Year's Eve, when the family has to return to the City Lord's Mansion. There is a bamboo forest in the back garden of the house, and several elegant houses have been built, and the maid and lady rarely come here to hang out on weekdays, and he plans to vacate the elegant house as a martial arts practice ground for Erzhuang.

"It's quiet, with a kitchenette and a clean room for washing, just so you can get it undisturbed."

Mo Xiaohe rubbed her eyes, put the needle and thread away, put it away carefully, she took a sip of hot tea and nodded. Even if her husband doesn't say it, she also has such a plan, Erzhuang's master encountered a sudden change, and he didn't like to approach outsiders, and the outer courtyard and inner courtyard of the house were not suitable, and when he thought about it, there was only that bamboo forest.

It stands to reason that bamboo is not cold-tolerant, it grows mostly in the south, who knows how the city lord's mansion can have a large area, Mo Xiaohe is still a little novel after seeing it, evergreen in all seasons, more cold-resistant than pines and cypresses, what kind of mutated variety may be.

She once asked the person who took care of the bamboo forest in the house, and the other party couldn't say why, only said that this bamboo forest has a history of about 100 years, and no one knows how it came to be, but it can't survive if it is planted in another place. Mo Xiaohe didn't inquire about anything, so he didn't bother anymore.

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound in the courtyard, and Mo Xiaohe was excited, she immediately stood up, helplessly sat for a long time, her legs were a little numb, one was unsteady on her feet, leaned forward, and fell to the kang, still in the posture of landing on her face.

"Be careful!"

Gu Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, he was used to the lady's frizzy temperament, just when she sat up, there was a string in his head, ready to continue on the side at all times, until the delicate body fell firmly in his arms, and he had an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

With a squeak, the door opened, and Erzhuang and Meimei ran into the door, neatly climbing into the chair and panting.

"Daddy, Mom, the snow is so heavy that it collapses our shed."

Gu Erzhuang's face was flushed, he had just squatted for an hour, and there was sweat flowing from the corner of his forehead.

Mo Xiaohe glanced at Gu Zheng, wiped him with a soft handkerchief distressedly, and kissed Gu Meimei again. The two buns have to practice martial arts, and they always hold back a lot of energy in their hearts, especially Er Zhuang, after experiencing the dog egg incident, he suddenly became a lot more sensible, which made her a mother under great pressure.

The five- or six-year-old baby is the age when she is naughty and mischievous and disgusted by dogs, Mo Xiaohe's imagination is very beautiful, and she feels that she has to give full play to her motherly nature and reason with the buns.

It's a pity that the gap between the ideal and the reality is too big, and she wants to give full play to her value, but she finds that the baby is too sensible, and her enthusiasm is completely useless.

Erzhuang is a small person, but he is very able to endure hardships, there will be a snow every few days in the winter calendar city, for fear that the little bun will become a snowman, Gu Zheng built a thatched-roof shed in the yard, so as to block a little wind and snow.

The snow particles were so big that they were fluttering and the wind was raging, and it had been hours and there was no sign of abating.

Mo Xiaohe opened the window, glanced at the sky outside the window, and sighed faintly, if it goes on like this, it is difficult to ensure that there will be no snow disaster, and two days will be the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and this heavy snow seems to come too untimely.

"Erzhuang, Meimei, hungry or not? Mother will fry a few bean buns for you, right? ”

Mo Xiaohe touched Gu Meimei's little belly, made a circle smaller, asked for the opinions of the two little buns, and came to the stove with Gu Zheng.

Northland people like to eat bean buns the most, made of glutinous rice noodles, some are mixed with black flour and cornmeal, there are white, black, yellow three, inside is boiled soft red beans, when eating, put cabbage leaves below, put in a large pot to steam, or fry it in oil, fry the following layer until golden, sprinkle a handful of sugar, sweet and glutinous, whether it is an old man or a little baby, they like to eat very much.

It's just that glutinous rice is not easy to restrain it, Mo Xiaohe pays great attention to the diet of the buns on weekdays, and tries to match meat and vegetables as much as possible, of course, under normal circumstances, she is always moving, and it is Gu Zheng who is responsible for cooking.

Last night, the two were about to make love, her hand had already touched her husband's mermaid line, and she was about to grope down, but Gu Meimei's little bun broke in and asked the two if it was after the Chinese New Year, her brother Erzhuang was going to return to the city lord's mansion. Mo Xiaohe was very surprised, he didn't know how to leak the news, the couple hadn't mentioned this matter to Erzhuang, and they planned to talk about it after the New Year.

"When I went back to the house two days ago, I heard people whispering."

Gu Meimei bit her lip, she was very serious, she talked to her brother that night, and Er Zhuang said that the brother and sister would definitely not separate, but she didn't believe it a little.

At a young age, she had something on her mind, and Mo Xiaohe didn't feel it in her heart, she just didn't understand why people were so vicious, vicious enough to attack a three- or four-year-old baby, every time she thought of this, she couldn't wait to cut off the tongues of those long-tongued women.

It seems that the people in the house are too leisurely, and she is also loosely managed, so that these people have no sense of distress, and the master's affairs can be discussed casually? Mo Xiaohe thought about beating these subordinates well, don't think that she is a face-to-face person and has no temper.

Angry is angry, but the mouth grows on others, you can't cut off the tongues of all gossips, this kind of thing will not be less in the future, Mo Xiaohe just feels sorry for her daughter, in her heart, Gu Meimei is a thousand good.

The letter sent out quickly before, and Yingluo replied, and Yingluo prescribed a few dietary prescriptions to slowly improve the complexion, which may take three or five years, or even longer, but it will definitely have an effect.

Yingluo got a positive reply over there, Mo Xiaohe felt that her mentality was much more stable, she just cared about it, she was too deeply affected by the people around her, a little frightened, her daughter, no matter how beautiful or ugly, was the person she loved the most, if the future son-in-law only wanted to look and didn't care about the connotation, she couldn't marry her daughter so easily.

"Lady, if the snow hasn't stopped at night, I'm going to go down the mountain, you close the door and wait for me to come back at home." Gu Zheng looked at the sky in the distance, his face was solemn, this heavy snow caught people off guard, maybe it had caused a snow disaster, there were so many houses in the city that had been in disrepair for a long time, a snow, I am afraid that it will collapse.

When the people are displaced, they must always find a place to take refuge, and Gu Zheng, as the lord of a city, has an unshirkable responsibility.

"I'll go down the mountain with you, take Erzhuang and Meimei, and let's go back to the City Lord's Mansion first."

Mo Xiaohe shook her head, there are still trivial matters in the house, and she can't rely on her husband to take care of it alone, and the snow is heavy on the mountain, and it is difficult to go down the mountain, she also has to inform her cousin Mo Daya, her cousin is pregnant, she may be in danger at any time, the mountain is deserted, and it is difficult to find a man.