This winter has been very uneventful.

Go to the study in the morning to go to class, learn needlework with Wang Li in the afternoon, sometimes the weather is warm, Liao Xiucai will give them half a day off, Jiang Quinoa and Jiang Chun will go to Xingni to play, sometimes other girls of similar age in the village will also come to Jiang's house with needlework, and Jiang Quinoa and them will do needlework together to cultivate feelings, or find Wang Li to guide the female red.

On the night of the holy decree, the clothes Jiang Quinoa wore were very luxurious and beautiful, especially the delicate embroidery on it, which made the little girl in the village reluctant to turn her eyes. And the calm atmosphere of Jiang Quinoa that night is also a deep memory for all those who came to see the excitement, and they never thought that the low-key and introverted Jiang Quinoa would have such a breathtaking moment.

If some people are not far away from you, and you only need to take a big step forward to catch up with her, then you will definitely not be convinced, and you will have to compete with her. But if there are people you can't reach, then you will admire her from the bottom of your heart and want to be close to her. Jiang Quinoa is the latter kind of existence for the little girl in the village.

The Jiang family comes and goes every day, and Jiang Quinoa is also very happy, especially doing needlework together, this is a little progressive, Ming'er embroidered the orchid into a weed, and it was lively every day, and the smile on Wang Li's face was also increasing day by day.

"When I was a child, I was doing needlework with my sister at home to make it so lively." Wang Li sighed with emotion, and his face darkened randomly: "I don't know how my sisters are doing now." ”

Jiang Quinoa and Jiang Chun looked at each other, thinking about how to comfort Wang Li, and heard her say excitedly: "But we are not as carefree as you. Laughing and playing every day. The task assigned by the master is heavy, and we often have to embroider small gifts such as handkerchiefs and purses, and give them to others when relatives come and go. If the task assigned by the master is not completed. That's going to be a hand-pick. The palms of the three boards are swollen, and it takes three or four days to go down even if the medicine is used, but the hands are swollen, and the embroidery work will not be less. The swollen hand couldn't pinch the needle, the fifth sister cried while holding the needle, and after two days, the hand was boiled blue and purple, and the doctor came to see and said that he couldn't pinch the needle anymore. Otherwise, this hand will be scrapped, and we will know that the situation is serious, but fortunately, it was discovered early. Wang Li said with palpitations.

Jiang Chun shuddered when he heard this. Shrink back to the back of the quinoa.

Jiang Qu swallowed his saliva: "Uncle Qing said that there are a lot of things at home this year, and the capital has not sent money back, so let's save some money and not go to the city before the end of the year." "Of course, Qingbo doesn't want to be too economical for the Chinese New Year this year. This was Jiang Quinoa's idea. There is not much money left at home. She has to pay a sum of money to go to the capital in the spring, and she must not ask her father for this money. And the thousand acres of fertile land awarded to her by the imperial court did not catch up with the last crop of this year, and it will freeze in spring next year, and the ground will definitely have to be sown.

Buying seeds, sowing seeds, hiring helpers, fertilizing, hoeing, watering and irrigating the fields, everything is money, and everything costs money.

As long as Jiang Quinoa thinks of these, he will be one head and two big.

There is also a large mansion rewarded to her by the imperial court. It is said that it is in Tongzhou, and she doesn't know where Tongzhou is. There is a house, and no one believes it.

Jiang Buzhuo found a travelogue written by Xu Xing's ranger, which wrote that Tongzhou was very close to the capital, and he jokingly called her rich cousin, and said that if he had the opportunity to go to the capital in the future, he would go to her house to have a look.

Listening to the meaning of the eunuch, the mansion should have been purchased in Tongzhou by the lord who was imprisoned this time, and there were several families in the house who took care of the house, and those people were also rewarded to her. That is, now she has to support several subordinates, and these people have not yet earned her a copper plate, but they have to receive monthly money from her.

Jiang Quinoa had a headache when he thought of this.

Her predicament Wang Li also understands, looking at this student, Wang Li is not unemotional.

People are stupid and bold, but they have good luck.

When others get such a reward, they must be smiling, and they have to laugh every day in their dreams, only she will be sad. Since the decree was issued, there have been many more people visiting the family, and some young ladies and wives in the city have sent posts to invite Jiang Quinoa to be a guest at home. Among those people, there are official wives with hearts, there are also wives of families with deep roots in the city, and some are rich wives. These people obviously want to win over Jiang Quinoa, as long as she nods and takes the post to socialize, the meeting gifts and gifts given by those people can solve her current embarrassment. But she said that her injury was not healed, and all the posts were politely rejected by Qingbo, hiding at home to do needlework and reading books every day. It's really rare for a little girl of this age to be so calm, even her young and old cousin who is praised by everyone, and she will be proud when she is flattered.

"Seeing what you're afraid of, I'm just talking about it. We have lived like that since we were children, so we don't feel bitter or tired when we get used to it, but we just feel a little emotional when we think about it. You have never touched the needle and thread since you were a child, and now you have only learned a lot, and if I ask you to do so, you will definitely be afraid of seeing the needle in the future. I still know this truth. Wang Li said.

Jiang Quinoa and the others suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, you are the best, I will make you a pair of shoes for the New Year, so that you can see my craftsmanship." escaped a catastrophe, and Jiang Chun quickly became active.

"I'll also embroider strips for you, master, and wipe your forehead. Aunt Rong said that wearing a forehead wipe in winter will make the headache better. Jiang Quinoa also followed.

Wang Li was stunned, it was cold, she just blew a cold wind one morning, and she had a dull headache all day, and the two little girls fell in love and wanted to cook something for her. They are all good girls with hearts.

"Well, I'd like to see which of you does well." Wang Li said with a smile.

With permission, Jiang Quinoa and Jiang Chun suddenly became interested, and they discussed enthusiastically what styles to use, what stitches and fabrics to use, and Wang Li would also give ideas when he listened, and the three of them discussed enthusiastically, and laughter came from time to time. The little girl in the room who had come to learn needlework had just started and could not get close to their topic, not with envious eyes.

Throughout the winter, Qingbo was busy ushering in the send-off, either receiving New Year's gifts from others, or giving people gifts in return.

There is no shortage of janitors at home. Zhao Liang and Jiang Buzhuo also came to help from time to time. But one of them still has his own affairs to do, and the other is still studying, and often can't leave. Brother Junko knows. Silently came to the Jiang family every day to report, he had a difficult year, and people became more and more silent, and his face was gloomy as if someone owed him one hundred and eighty taels of silver. His mother washed her face with tears every time she saw him, and no amount of persuasion could make him change her mind, so she had to reluctantly agree to let him stay with his sister-in-law for three years, and she didn't want to deal with him recently. He still lives and eats at Zhao Liang's house.

At night, it was dark, and Qingbo and Jiang Tiezhu drove the ox cart back. After unloading the ox cart, the two of them devoured the scallion noodles.

After eating two bowls of noodles, Qing Bo lost the bowl. wiped his mouth and said, "No wonder it is said that the prime minister's door is a seven-rank official, this is also a hard errand." As he spoke, he took out a pamphlet from his sleeve, which recorded how many gifts were sent by those families and how many gifts should be returned.

"Old. Now I have to write them down one by one so that I won't be mistaken. I want to go out with the old lady when I was young, no matter what the old lady asks, I can answer it when I open my mouth, and give gifts during the New Year's holidays, who gave something, I can remember it at a glance. Not now. Qingbo held the booklet and shook his head with a smile.

Under the light, a few silver threads were exposed on Qingbo's head, and there were more and more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and Jiang Quinoa's heart was sour. He sniffed and said, "When I come back from the capital, I'll keep an account for Qingbo." You also teach me to give gifts to Qingbo, and when the time comes, I will tell who is sending what, and let Brother Zhuzi send it to others. As long as Qingbo carries a hoe to the field every day, he can't be lazy when he stares at the long-term worker. If they don't care about the crops, you will knock them on the head with a smoking gun. Jiang Quinoa said and made a gesture with a cigarette gun.

Qing Bo was amused, put down the booklet and patted Jiang Quino's head, and said, "Okay, when Miss comes back from the capital, I will hand over all the affairs of the family to you, and let your brother Zhuzi accompany you Zhang Luo." Uncle Qing, I also like to serve the crops, watching them sprout in the spring and golden in the autumn. I came back from the city today, and took a detour to look at the young lady's thousand acres of fertile fields, the land is all good, and the previous master also served with care, and we will be able to sow seeds next year. It's that I think there is a small hill next to the field, I heard that no one buys it now, I think Miss might as well buy the hill, next year it is good to plant some fruit trees on the mountain, Miss likes cherries, then we will plant cherries, so that we don't have to wait for those two days every year to see if there is a passing merchant to bring a basket of cherries. Qing Bo said and remembered that it was when Jiang Quinoa was eight or nine years old, at that time, the old man was still keeping filial piety at home, and it was the day when the merchant brought cherries, and the young lady wanted to go to the city to see if there was any, but she didn't know how to tell the old man, for fear that the old man would reprimand her for being gluttonous, and she would be restless all day. At night, they hid behind the kitchen door and cried, and if the lotus hadn't found out, they would have ignored this little thought of the young lady. The next day he went to the city, searched for a day and did not find a merchant selling cherries, and when he inquired he found out that the man had not come this year. He was worried that the young lady would be sad, so he bought a basket of apricots and went back. Who knew that the apricot was bought back and seen by the lady, saying that the eldest lady was gluttonous and embarrassed. The eldest lady didn't cry or make trouble, waiting for Mrs. to finish reprimanding, Ah Rong was still worried and didn't know how to comfort her, but she didn't care about it. Later, he gave the apricots to the young lady, who finished eating them with a smile, but vomited and diarrhea that night. Since then, the eldest lady has never talked about eating cherries, and she doesn't worry about it anymore at that time every year.

Jiang Quinoa also thought of this, and she smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Qing still treats me as a little girl, I don't like to eat cherries anymore." "Maybe she's never liked to eat cherries, otherwise she would have given up what she liked so easily.

Qingbo was also worried that mentioning this matter would make Jiang Quinoa feel sad, so he turned to other things, and it wasn't until Aunt Rong came to urge Jiang Quinoa to reluctantly go to the backyard.

For the first time that night, Jiang Quinoa was not dreaming of her being tied up in a sinking pond, but dreaming about what happened when she was a child. At that time, she was not as tall as a table, and Aunt Rong said that she grew up slowly when she was a child, but at that time she should have been more than five years old because she dreamed of her grandmother. Her grandmother died when she was six years old, and her father and mother rushed back from the capital with their one-year-old sister to keep their filial piety. At that time, my father and mother were not at home.

Grandmother sat cross-legged on a wicker chair, and on the small table next to her was a plate of bright red bunches of fruit, and Grandmother kept rubbing the plate as if holding a treasure in her hand, looking at the fruit and reluctant to eat it.

She heard her grandmother say, "This is my son who sent me all the way from the capital, and this is my son's filial piety to me." He still remembers me in his heart, and his mother is worried, and he also knows that I can't rest assured of him in my heart, so he sends someone to send me a letter and send me food, lest I eat and wear a little bit. My son is pure filial piety, and I know that he has me in his heart. As she spoke, the grandmother picked up a fruit and took a bite of it, squinting her eyes happily.

The sunlight fell on her grandmother's face through the rattan trellis, and her smile stung Jiang Quinoa's eyes, and she was thin and leaned on the wall and stretched out half her head to look at this scene, which she could not forget for a long time.

In the second year, she followed Qingbo to the city to buy farm tools, and when she saw someone selling cherries, she couldn't walk, so she begged Qingbo to buy her a taste. Qingbo never refused her request, and asked the price a little hesitantly, the basket of cherries was brought by a merchant passing by, because it was not easy to put and could not go far, and it would be sold when it was about to break. That's it, the price is not low, and scarcity is expensive.

She looked at the cherry and looked longing, as if she had an obsession in her heart, she must taste this fruit to see if it can really make people smile so happily when it eats.

Qingbo couldn't bear to refuse such a pair of innocent eyes, gritted his teeth and took out money to buy a basket of cherries.

Back home, Jiang Quinoa couldn't wait to wash a basket, then moved under the rattan trellis, sat on the rattan chair, reverently picked up one and stuffed it into her mouth, reluctant to bite it, touched the cool peel with her tongue, rolled the fruit from the left side of her mouth to the right side of her mouth, her mouth was bulging, she touched the bulging cheeks that were supported, and laughed.

Carefully asked for a small opening, sucked the juice, Jiang Quinoa tasted it again and again, only to feel that the sweet juice had a faint astringency. After eating a fruit, she didn't show a happy smile.

Jiang Quinoa, who did not give up, began to eat cherries one after another, and the basket of cherries did not make her feel happy. She sat down on the chair in frustration and cried, the cry attracted Aunt Rong over, she picked up the thin little Jiang Quinoa and asked her what was wrong, she pointed to the basket with cherries, sobbing and unable to speak.

Aunt Rong thought that she was crying because of the cherries, so she comforted her: "After eating this year, there will be next year, and next year's cherries will be bigger, sweeter and more delicious." She only thought that the cherries she ate were not delicious, so she did not feel happy, so she looked forward to the next year's cherries even more.

She didn't eat cherries for two or three years, and when her mother pointed to her nose and said that she was "like a starving ghost who has never eaten anything, she is ashamed", she suddenly didn't want to eat cherries. (To be continued......)