Since the beginning of winter, Liao Xiucai's wife's illness has been going back and forth, and the doctors in the city have invited them two or three times, and there is no other way to say that they want to recuperate and take care of them. Thinking about it, the old man is old, and when he was young, he only provided him with education in order to support Liao Xiu, and his body was injured too badly, and now he is so unbearable.

Keeping in mind the old lady's illness, coupled with the cold, even his own children are thinking about being lazy and not studying all day long, Liao Xiucai naturally will not be too strict with Jiang Quinoa and Jiang Chun's two girls, and they will stop their classes after the tenth day of the first month of winter, and only order them to write ten big characters every day, and send them to the front yard for him to check every three days.

After breakfast, seeing that Jiang Quinoa had laid paper on the table, he began to grind, and Jiang Chun's eyelids suddenly jumped.

"I don't see you so serious on the female red. The master has said that you have been several times, if you put half of your heart on reading and literacy to the female red, you will not have learned the needle method by now. Speaking of female celebrities, Jiang Chun naturally has proud capital, her mother has been asking her to study hard, she is also working hard, no, she has made significant progress recently, and even the master praises her.

Jiang Quinoa and Jiang Chun learned needlework from Wang Li's family, and originally respected her as a gentleman, but she felt that she was a subordinate and could not afford the title of sir, so she reluctantly accepted the title of master.

Jiang Quinoa also knows that female celebrities need to work hard, but she is more interested in reading than female celebrities. The stories told in the book were something she had never heard before, and the truth in the book made her enlightened and enlightened. When she accidentally wrote a very good word, her heart suddenly burst into joy, and this joy cannot be compared to learning a stitch or embroidering a leaf.

Aunt Rong also persuaded Jiang Quinoa, but she just couldn't devote herself to the study of Nuhong like learning to read and write, which made Aunt Rong very helpless, and Wang Li was very sorry.

Outside, it was covered in snow, and the cold wind was blowing on the windows, and the sound was very permeating. Jiang Quinoa practiced calligraphy in front of the desk, Jiang Chun took a needle and thread to collect the soles of his shoes, and put tongs at his feet, and from time to time he used tongs to move the charcoal fire in the brazier.

"It's still a good life for this official lady." Jiang Chun sighed, and when he saw Jiang Quinoa looking over, he explained a little shyly: "I'm so big, my mother and I haven't burned charcoal in winter, in previous years, we picked up some pine cones in early autumn, and picked up a lot of pine hairs, and my mother was willing to burn it once or twice in the coldest time in winter, otherwise it wouldn't be enough for us to burn the fire and cook all winter." At that time, I looked forward to the snow falling heavier and heavier every day, and I was very happy every time it snowed, and I didn't understand why my mother's brows were getting deeper and deeper day by day. However, the pine hair and pine cones are too dry to be burned. Jiang Chun wrinkled his nose, rolled his big eyes, and said with a smile: "It would be best if you ran into a tree stump that had been cut down for several years when you went to the mountain to collect firewood." The trunk of the tree was cut down, and the stump of the tree was exposed to feng shui and sun for several years, and it dried quickly, and I was able to peel off the book cover on it. Sometimes it's good to have someone dig up the roots of a tree, and it's good to leave the tree blocks behind, and it's good to use a small ash stove to warm your feet in winter, but there are always few such opportunities. ”

Speaking of interest, Jiang Chun stopped what he was doing and spoke with great interest: "I used to go to Xingni's house to bake the fire in previous winters, and her father was diligent, and every year after the farm was done, he went to the mountain to dig tree stumps. Sometimes he would call me with him, dig a tree stump and give it to me, but my mother wouldn't let me ask for it. I know she doesn't like other people's sympathy, and if my mother wants to be strong, then I can't ask for it. Sometimes the snow was too heavy for me to go out, so I warmed up with my mother in the bed, and my mother took the soles of her shoes and told me about my father. When I was a child, I liked to hear my mother tell me about this, but my mother knew too little and too little about my father, and it was fresh at first, but then I got tired of hearing it. My mother saw that I was impatient, and she stopped telling me about it later. ”

Jiang Chun was silent for a while, and when he saw that Jiang Qu was listening seriously, he smiled and continued: "Burning firewood is not as clean as burning charcoal. Not to mention that the black smoke of burning blackens people, if it happens to stand downwind, the smoke makes people cry. In previous years, we used to tan black charcoal in the summer and smoke black balls in the winter. The funniest thing is Jiang Cheng, he was already black, and he was the most unlucky to stand downwind every time he roasted the fire the winter before last, and after the whole winter, his black teeth were extraordinarily white. The friends in the village laughed at him, and he secretly hid at the door and cried. Thinking of the scenes in the past, Jiang Chun's whole person was extremely soft.

Jiang Cheng is Xingni's younger brother, and he also came to Jiang's house with his father during the Chinese New Year, he is a clever child, and Jiang Quinoa still has an impression of him.

Jiang Qu listened quietly, these were strange to her. She doesn't have good playmates of the same age, she doesn't have such a lively brother by her side, and she doesn't have a father and mother who love her. Her life was like snow outside the window, pale and cold.

"We sometimes bake some sweet potatoes to eat, but in the winter the sweet potatoes are kept in the cellar, and the amount of sweet potatoes is always counted, so we have to take them secretly and roast them. Jiang Cheng is the most clever, and every time he takes a sweet potato, he will not be discovered by his mother. It's just that sometimes he finds out, and his mother is reluctant to beat him. He just relied on this, fearlessly, and bullied me and Xingnili every time. In fact, I have to say that you have to burn peanuts to eat in winter. You have to pay attention to the heat when you burn peanuts, the fire is too big, and if you throw it in, it will burn on the outside, but it is still raw on the inside. The heat should be good, the outside is burned, and the inside is just cooked, which is the most delicious. Burnt peanuts are better than boiled and fried. Jiang Chun said as if he remembered the taste of burning peanuts, and he chirped his mouth.

At this moment, the kung fu grinding had been condensed, and Jiang Quinoa was not thinking about practicing calligraphy at this time, so he put down his pen, sat down by the brazier, and listened carefully to Jiang Chun's winter story.

The two of them talked and listened to each other, and the morning passed in a flash.

At lunchtime, Jiang Chun said with some unfinished feelings: "I didn't expect that I had so many fun things when I was a child, what did you do when you were a child?" ”

Jiang Quinoa took a moment to pick up the chopsticks, thought about it and said, "I don't have any impression." ”

Facing Jiang Chun's surprise, Jiang Qu smiled and said, "I really don't have any impressions." "When I was a child, my grandmother didn't like her, and every time I saw her, I would reprimand her, and the child knew in her heart that people liked and disliked her, and she never dared to come to her grandmother. When I was a child, I followed Aunt Rong wherever she went, and Aunt Rong laughed at her as her little tail.

At that time, the conditions of the Jiang family were not good, and my grandmother was thrifty, if it weren't for Aunt Rong and Uncle Qing, who had signed a death contract, she wouldn't even want these subordinates. What's more, Aunt Rong only had a young son at that time, and it was when she couldn't do heavy work.

Later, my grandmother died, my father, my mother and my sister came back to wake the spirit, my sister was only more than a year old, pink and tender, looking at it made people want to kiss, every time she wanted to be close to her sister, her mother would look at her with a straight face, her sister's nurse said that she was small, and she was rude to push her away and not let her touch her sister, she knew that they didn't like her, and then she didn't often appear in front of them.

Her biggest impression of winter is that in the warm winter afternoon, she sat at the kitchen door with a small bench, and Aunt Rong called her: "My young lady, sit in the sun and bask in the warmth." ”