Qinglian became excited, as the saying goes: It is easy to buy and sell alone, if she can grow the shriveled garlic into a yellow, clear and tender vegetable, it will amaze the winter!

She was so excited that she wanted to dig the cellar where the garlic was grown.

Although I have never planted garlic in the previous life, I still have basic common sense, and it is not a difficult technical job to master, that is, to use the ground temperature in winter, cover it with a mulch film and then use a thick object to shade it, so that they do not allow them to photosynthesize and grow.

"Just do it, and discuss it with your father and mother tomorrow!" She decided.

She didn't know what time she fell asleep, anyway, she felt that she woke up again after squinting for a while, because she was in a hurry to deliver a mule to Li Yifei's house.

But when she got out of bed, she realized that she hadn't gotten up early, and her father had already gotten up and was busy in the kitchen.

In the bitterly cold winter morning, she rubbed her hands and went to the yard, and found that the ground had been swept clean by her father, and a handful of corn kernels were scattered for the chickens off the shelves to eat. In winter, everything sleeps, and insects are naturally hard to find, so they have to feed the chickens some food.

The five chickens in the house cooed, pecking at the corn kernels one by one, and when they saw her staring at her round eyes, they cooed and pecked their heads down.

The chickens are the family's bank, so they have a high status in the family, they are very pampered, and the father comes together every morning to feed them first, then to feed the animals, and finally to cook. In the cold winter, he didn't let his daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law get up early, he cooked and called them to get up to eat.

"Ah, Qinglian, why did you get up so early, hurry up and go into the quilt again, I'll call you when the meal is ready." As soon as He Hongshan saw that his daughter had gotten up, he yelled at her in a thick voice.

Qinglian walked to the kitchen with a smile, squatted on the fire pier in front of the stove, and asked her father with her face up, "Isn't it cold when Dad gets up so early?" ”

He Hongshan was stunned for a while, for so many years, but no one asked him if he was cold.

He grinned and said, "Your father has rough skin and thick meat, not cold, not cold, hehe, hehe." ”

He squatted down in front of his daughter, looked down at her feet and asked, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Qinglian shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt, it's no big deal, I slept with some medicine and the swelling completely disappeared." ”

After that, he blinked his eyes and asked, "When will Li Yifei's mule be delivered?" ”

He Hongshan glared at her, and fiercely attacked her: "I'm nervous about you." ”

Qinglian pouted, and he hurriedly said, "I'll send it after eating." ”

Qinglian smiled like a flower. I lit the fire and went to the well to wash.

When the mother got up, she first washed up, and then combed her braids in the mirror. She is nearly forty years old, and she does not have a single gray hair on her head, and because of her good maintenance, she washes her hair with shampoo (other women use washing powder), and her hair is black and shiny. What's even more enviable is that she also has two waist-length long braids.

Other women cut their braids all their lives as soon as they got married, wore a messy head all day long, wore dirty clothes, bared their yellow front teeth, and stood on the street shouting at the top of their voices that men and children would come home for dinner, and they were complete brute women.

As for her, she gets up early every day to wash her face and brush her teeth, her clothes are clean all year round, and she is quiet. Because men are pampered, no matter how poor her life is, they tear cloth and make two clothes for her a year, so in the eyes of everyone, she is always glamorous and incompatible with other women.

Qinglian quietly watched as her mother put on a new jacket with black flowers on a red background, and then powdered her face, and then smiled beautifully in the mirror. She guessed that her words last night failed to make her mother "find her conscience". She went to her grandmother's house today.