Jinghao has been at home until the fifth day of the first month.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the stepmother Qingyu wanted to take her to Tianmen Temple to burn incense. got up early, without waiting for her to get dressed, the little girl Huan'er held the date lily soup, the red dates, the snow-white lily, in the blue and white bowl depicting the water lily, a mouthful, warm heart and lungs, sweet mouth.

Qingyu has a lot of makeup at home, and since she passed the door, she bought a little maid to serve. Since Jing Hao came to the house these days, Huan'er was assigned by Qingyu to serve Jing Hao in a single door. Before going to bed, she called hot water to burn her feet, served her in the morning to comb her hair and change clothes, and served her in every detail, a big lady shouted extremely affectionately, Jing Hao is not used to this kind of life, everything comes by herself, Huan'er has a round face with a group of smiles: "Miss, I should have served you." The service is not good, and grandma still doesn't follow. ”

Grandma is naturally a green jade. Mrs. Wang smiled at Jing Hao's rare appearance, occasionally sandwiched a piece of meat into the bowl during dinner, and praised Jing for being handsome before and after.

The mother and son of the Wang family were pinched by the stepmother, in the past, when the embroidery did not fit a word, he scolded and kicked the leg, and now he wants to live with Qingyu's face, although so, Mrs. Wang is happy all day long, who let this daughter-in-law have silver to be generous, and made three sets of clothes for her during the New Year, all of which are sewn with the whole satin, who does not praise her for getting a good daughter-in-law, the countrymen only look at the eyes, plus Qingyu treats the neighbors politely, who still remembers her origin.

Shine in front of the mirror to make up. Huan'er spread out her hair, and her quiet hair was beautiful, thick, and dark, and she held it in her hand thickly.

"The girl's hair is so good!" Huan'er took the grate and patiently grated her hair until it was fluffy, braided it one by one, pulled it into the shape of petals, and nested it on the top of her head. Form a blooming peony flower.

When she was a child, her mother helped her wash her hair, and in the spring she lay on the bamboo bed in the yard, she lay on it, afraid of wetting her clothes, so she deliberately wrapped a piece of red silk around her neck. Her dark, thick hair was smeared with osmanthus oil, and she turned her face back and pulled her hair back and kept it in a basin of water. The mother washed her with balm over and over again. Spring is deep and warm. A peach blossom in the yard bloomed fiercely, and one by one it was blown by the wind and fell on her.

When my mother was there, my aunt often came to the house. Seeing her full head of black and shiny hair, she will say without being salty or light: "The hair is so hard, I am afraid that it will be hard to die, and it is a terrible person." ”

She could hear the jealousy in that tone. Later, my mother died, and my aunt said that she had died. If the mother is alive. She is willing to cut off her head full of green silk and turn into a hairless turtle for the rest of her life.

Thinking of his mother, his eyes darkened, and he pressed the water light in the corner of his eyes with his hand.

On the first day of junior high school. As soon as she stepped into the house, Qingyu prepared sacrificial fruits, three animals, and yellow table paper, and she choked up and put a stick of incense on her mother. I am full of gratitude to this stepmother.

"The girl is born white, I think it is better to wear this hairpin." Huan'er took out a hairpin from the dresser with Pisces playing lotus. The front end is thin, and a big red pomegranate flower at the top is held in the hand, and the whole room is lit up with a turn of the hand.

"It's not appropriate for the girl to bring this hairpin, she is young, and she can't hold it down with this peony bun, so she will comb her hair again." Qingyu stood behind Jing Hao and took a closer look, stepped forward to support her shoulder, and untied the peony bun that had just been nested, "You go to the kitchen first to see if the food is ready, I'll comb the girl's hair." ”

Huan'er bowed her knees and retreated.

I got along with Qingyu for a few days, and I was very happy from the beginning of the discomfort to the current conversation.

Jing Hao has been sleeping in his mother's original house for the past few days, the room has been cleaned up, an oak bed is covered with a thick futon, a brazier, the charcoal fire is burning vigorously, afraid that there is a smell of charcoal fire in the house, Huan'er smokes lily incense in the house every day, and sleeps on the floor at night, and serves her tea and water at any time. There are two new wardrobes, carved with plum blossoms on them, and when the cabinet doors are opened, there are rows of clothes on the shelves, all year round. Huan'er smiled: "Grandma is so good to the girl, she has prepared clothes for the four seasons, and the girl will never have to rush to do it when she goes home in the future." ”

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Yunniang came to visit relatives, opened the curtain and glanced at the house, and sneered at the root of her ears: "It's not a young lady, you need to live in such a good place." ”

When these words reached Qingyu's ears, her face sank and sank. At the dinner table, Wang Baozhu fell on Yun Niang's face in the tone of a big brother, this is the first time, and the angry Yun Niang threw down her chopsticks and wanted to go home.

Knowing that the embroidery is good to sell, she gently reminded her that being an embroidery girl is not light, the most tiring work, looking at the brightness of the embroidery on the clothes, and the eyes of the embroidery girl who pierced it for a while, the old embroidery girl who has been doing it for more than ten years, her eyes are blurred and her neck is sore and can no longer be lifted, and she has a problem.

Jing Hao smiled at Qingyu in the mirror, and sat down to dress up by her.

Qingyu's hand was delicate and gentle, and she pulled a Changyun bun for her. After picking out the dresser, none of the hairpins could get into her eyes, she sighed and closed them, opened the drawer, and pulled out a hairpin from the other box.

Jing Hao took a look at it, it was a peony flower. Hold it in your hand and look closely, the flower color is pure red, the peony petals are still wrinkled, and you can't smell the fragrance of flowers when you insert them in a bottle, so they are the same as real flowers. I took a butterfly hairpin, a vivid butterfly, sequin wings to welcome the fan, the big red peony hairpin was inserted on the head, and the hairpin was saved, but it was like a live butterfly falling in her hair.

Jing Hao wore a newly sewn moon-white embroidered fur jacket and a silver rat shoulder; Under the waist is tied with a Yang Fei-colored embroidered cotton skirt; She just washed her hair yesterday, and her body was full of jasmine, and her pink face became more and more peachy and almond eyes, and the end was bright.

After dressing up, Huan'er has already served breakfast.

Qingyu is a native of Jiangnan, and the food she eats has the unique delicacy of southerners, such as puff pastry dumplings, bean paste dumplings, jujube paste hawthorn cake, and pumpkin and date porridge.

Jing Hao is not a picky eater, and eats a little of everything to fill his stomach.

Mrs. Wang and Wang Baozhu were not used to eating southern snacks, so Huan'er ordered a pot of shredded chicken noodles, and the mother and son ate them cleanly, and even the soup and water went into their stomachs.

On the fifth day of the first month, I went to Tianmen Temple to pay homage to the New Year, it was Mrs. Wang who proposed it, and asked for such a daughter-in-law of the God of Wealth, she was afraid that she would fly away with her hand, so she hurriedly went to the temple in front of the Bodhisattva to burn incense and make a vow in the first month.

The atmosphere of Xuzhou Mansion has always been simple. Women can go out to the market, put on incense and do not need to veil, and be as open as men. There are a lot of people in Tianmen Temple, and the crowded water is impassable. Sitting quietly in the carriage, she opened the corner of the curtain and looked out because she was greedy for the scenery outside. She had grown, the sun was melting gold, and the light of the sun had dyed her moon-white dress and skirt into a layer of gold. The butterflies on their heads are ready to fly. A little bit of gold was reflected in the eyes, causing the younger students to turn their heads to look.

The carriage drove all the way to Tianmen Temple, and Shami saw Qingyu and Jing Hao dressed up and thought it was a noble family. Hurried inside.

Mrs. Wang folded her hands and bowed to the Bodhisattva, Wang Baozhu waited on the side with a bucket, and said with a smile after worshipping her mother: "Mother, let's ask for a lot." ”

Mrs. Wang thought for a moment. Now the sun is so prosperous, don't ask for it. At a glance, I saw Jing Hao standing on the side: "It's quiet." ”

Jing Hao came to the house, Qingyu praised her as the person on the tip of her heart, and asked Jing Hao to draw lots in order to please her daughter-in-law.

Jing Hao was ignorant, and saw a bamboo skewer carved with a lotus head in the big red stick bucket. asked Wang Baozhu to hold the bucket with his hand, shook it, and after shaking it twice, a red stick fell out.

Mrs. Wang hurriedly grabbed it in her hand. took out ten cents from his pocket and asked the monk to sign it, and the monk was fat and chubby. As soon as he took it, he nodded with a smile: "Sixty-six signs, Zhongji." ”

That is, whether it is good or not, Qingyu glanced at the bamboo stick and asked, "Master, what is this talking about?" ”

The little novice beside the old monk had already taken a fancy to it, turned around and took a roll of yellow paper and handed it over, the old monk unsigned it all the year round, and did not need to open it to see, handed it to the old lady Wang and said: "The blue peach and dew seeds in the sky, and the red apricot on the edge of the sun is planted in the clouds." Hibiscus was born on the Autumn River and did not complain to the east wind. ”

Jing Hao followed her mother to read and write, and after listening to this poem, she only knew that it was written by Gao Shilang in the previous dynasty, and she didn't understand the meaning.

Qingyu listened to this poem, but looked at Jing twice, maybe he was blessed, but he didn't know if he could suppress it.

Mrs. Wang and Wang Baozhu didn't understand, and mentioned the most concerned words: "What about my granddaughter's marriage?" ”

The old monk nodded a little yellow paper and refused to say anything, and the people who begged him to sign behind him lined up for a long time, and waved his hand as soon as he finished speaking, and the little novice made a gesture of please, and the family flocked to the outside of the hall with the flow of people.

The Wang family has been rich this year, and the Chen family is not deserted.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Ying and Wen Yan left their parents' house. Wen Ying brought two gifts, the big room was as rich as the upper room, all of them were half-cavity sheep, two bottles of roasted knife wine, ten catties of meat, eight-color boxes, and nephews and nieces also had their own gifts, or insoles, or hairpins, or gadgets, and even the unborn child in Cai's belly got two belly pockets.

In this way, Mrs. Chen was too polite to speak, and was blocked by Wen Ying: "How can my family have a better life than my sister's family, but I can give my mother good things." ”

Wen Yan was used to being cheeky, but Duan Erhu, who was sitting on the side, blushed. When he got up early for the New Year's gift, he quarreled with Wen Yan, and Wen Yan said that it was good, and he only brought two bags of fruits and a pound of brown sugar, which was brought by Duan Erhu's eldest sister.

"I see that the eldest sister-in-law and her children are all new, and the eldest brother's family is rich and I don't want to think about my sister-in-law." As soon as Wen Yan entered the door, he saw Dafang Yishui's new clothes and new pants, and complained to Mrs. Chen in a low voice.

"Don't say it's my sister, even my mother didn't get much." Zhao added a fire.

Old Lady Chen's eyebrows rose.

Wen Yan couldn't stop swallowing the skin of melon seeds, and her mouth flew up and down: "When you eat, look at what I said on her face." ”

Wen Ying stood under the wall and listened for a while, knowing that the stepmother was taking her daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law to pluck her sister-in-law, she opened the curtain and copied her hands and said, "Who's on the face?" ”

Wen Yan was afraid of Wen Ying in her heart, and when she was a daughter, she was most afraid of this sister, and if she was not in harmony, she would take a big mouth and whip it. For this, Mrs. Chen deliberately let Wen Ying drag her to the boss before picking Zheng Huozi, who was ten years older than her, but she didn't think that Zheng Huozi was a lively-minded person, and she treated Wen Ying well, and moved to the town to open a new shop within a year.

Two seats were opened, Old Man Chen took a table for men and a table for women, Mrs. Chen sat in the main seat, and Wen Yan sat opposite. The meat and vegetables were piled high, Wen Yan took away the chicken legs with a chopstick, put them in the bowl and gnawed them slowly, and quickly coerced another one to Sister Chun, who ate her mouth full of oil.

Wen Ying was angry, but it wasn't that she cared about that idea of meat. Stretched out his hand and sandwiched a piece of fatty fish meat and gave it to his sister-in-law Li: "Sister-in-law cooks hard, eat more, fortunately this year is divided, otherwise it would not be exhausting to do this every day." ”

Zhao and Zhang sat opposite, unable to bear these words, and sneered.

Seeing Wen Yan and Sister Chun eating a table of chicken bones, Mrs. Chen looked at her daughter and granddaughter and smiled, only to greet Wen Ying to eat when Old Man Chen came over

Chen Xuejiao lowered her eyes and didn't know if Mrs. Chen did it on purpose, a bunch of meat and vegetables were placed in front of Wen Yan and Erfang, and there was only a plate of pork in front of Wen Ying and Dafang, and the white flowers were all fat, Chen Xuejiao pinched the chopsticks and took two slices and stopped eating. When Wen Ying saw her niece like this, she didn't know what to do, so she grabbed a plate of braised beef, a plate of fish, and a plate of chicken next to Wen Yan and placed them next to the children in the big room.

"I don't know where to put the chopsticks when I see so much meat in front of my sister, so I might as well give it to my niece." Wen Ying took a piece of chicken and put it in Xuejiao's bowl.

The man's table is not much different from this side, the whole chicken and duck on the table are all on Duan Erhu's side, and there is only a big bowl of oil residue and a large bowl of pig intestine on Zheng Huozi's side.

This thing is eaten every day, in order to eat, half a bowl of oil residue simmered with chili peppers can eat three bowls of rice, but in the New Year's Festival, taking this to entertain guests seems to despise him, and Chen Zichang still can't stop persuading Zheng Huozi: "Brother-in-law, I know that you love to eat this every day, so I prepared it early, this is stewed on the stove in my house for half a day, you can taste it." ”

Zheng Huozi saw that the Yue family didn't take him seriously, so he turned on a gloomy face, and Duan Erhu's face was not good-looking, the Chen family pushed themselves to the opposite side of the brother-in-law like this, or Chen Qi'an moved the plate and moved the meat and vegetables in front of Zheng Huozi. (To be continued)