On such a Chinese New Year's Eve, Jiang Hongxian has more than one.

The years she got married, it was like this. She was alone guarding a table of dishes, and Su Zhan was in the room, preferring to accompany Jiang Hualou's tablet than look at her more.

Her hands clutched the luxurious dress on her body, her face was sad, but her eyes were very resentful.

Scold! Jiang Hualou, my good sister, you are really amazing! When you are alive, everything is yours. You're dead, and you're not happy with me! It's just a pity, your precious daughter who has been looking forward to Wang Pan will never come back! All the sins she suffered outside were all given by you!

The bridal maids waiting in the house buried their heads low one by one, and even breathed extremely lightly, for fear that if they were not careful, they would become their master's punching bag.

And in the old mansion three streets away from the Great General's Mansion, there is a young man dressed in white, which is also incompatible with this lively Chinese New Year's Eve. He was alone in the middle of the courtyard, a sharp sword in his hand, the silver-white blade of which shone with a cold light in the snow.

The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and there was a slight murderous intent in his eyes, but he was more unwilling.

A man in Xuanyi who looked like a guard hurried from under the porch and bowed his hand: "Master, the time has come, you should go back." ”

"Yes." The young man replied indifferently and put the sword into its scabbard.

The days in the first month passed quickly, and it was the Shangyuan Festival in a flash.

When I gave the New Year's gift, I heard that it was mentioned that the town had been lit up in the past few days, there was a night market, there was a lot of food, and the restaurant invited a juggling team, which was so lively.

Meng Shi felt fresh when he heard it, so he asked Su Luan if he wanted to join in the fun.

When Su Luan heard this, his head shook like a rattle.

On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, it was alive and well, and she didn't agree, don't go, don't go!

Because Meng Shi said it wildly, it did not shake her determination to stay and take care of the house. Meng couldn't resist her, so he had to go to the two-person world with his own Mr. Qin.

As soon as the first month passed, spring began.

Taking advantage of the rest of the private school, Su Luan got up early in the morning and went up the mountain against the morning mist.

Since she found wild ginseng before the fight, she went to the edge of the mountain to wander around when she was fine, that thing likes shade, and it is good to be born in the mixed woods. came and went, and she dug up more than a dozen roots.

It is dangerous in the mountains, Zhao Siye has not come back since she left, and she does not dare to go in rashly alone. This is a small thing to get lost, if you accidentally run into the mountain wolf or the bear, it is estimated that she will become a snack in someone's stomach.

She poured out the ginseng from the cave, wrapped it, and carefully stuffed it into the small bag in front of her.

By the time we descended the mountain, it was almost noon. Uncle Liu, the head of the village, was leaning on the side of the ox cart, with a lot of dry firewood on the cart and a few jars of winter vegetables, all of which were supplied to the rich families in the town.

When he saw her coming, he put out his cigarette and took the two coins she handed him.

Su Luan sat on the edge of the car with his baggage, his legs swaying, very leisurely.

Uncle Liu waved his whip to drive the ox cart, and the wheels creaked and creaked, although it was not fast, but it was much easier than walking.

Suddenly, the always stable car board shook violently, and I heard a muffled click of the wooden wheel, and the old cow in front of me mooed and stopped there.

Uncle Liu slapped his thigh and looked down: "It's broken, it's broken!" That's a problem! ”