It's still weird. Erlang secretly rolled his eyes and said, "After your autumn harvest, you will go to the dock to serve as a servant, and then you will send your aunt back to her parents' house to see." What are you going to give away then? ”

The board pulled his hair and said, "I don't know." It's all Xin Niang's care. I don't know what to ask for. The left and right are just meat and rice noodles. It's not too much, it's the same one or two catties, and it means something. Before the separation, I sent sweet potatoes, and after the separation, I sent more. ”

Before the separation, every woman went back to her parents' house with the same things. The family is big, even though the things taken out are not precious. But the more people there are, the more it feels like it's wasted. I don't blame my mother for picking the door, if it's atmospheric, there is not so much property at home.

After the separation, it was Xin's own mind. So it's a little more abundant than before. Xin doesn't like the kind of person who can't tell the difference, and the things he takes are not excessive. It's better than before, but it's not to the point of distress.

The board also opened one eye and closed his eyes, and understood in his heart, but he didn't say anything. Erlang touched his chin, thinking about asking Lan Niang to inquire. There was Gui Niang's matter hanging before, Lan Niang was a little shrunken, as the eldest sister, she worked hard.

Now it's different from the past, Xin Laohan married a daughter-in-law and had a cheap son and a cheap daughter. The burden of providing for the elderly is not on Lan Niang, so there is no need to worry about everything as before. Both of them have ideas and walk around as serious ordinary mothers. What is the case with other people's homes, so will their families.

After talking for a while, the board patted his ass and left. Jiro fell on the bed, his legs crossed, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep after a while.

Lan Niang came back and saw Erlang asleep, considerate of Erlang's tiredness during these hours. After all, Erlang was so tired of working in the field that he was tired to death, running back and forth in the mountains, at home and in three places in the county, braving the wind and rain, and the degree of tiredness was not as easy as working in the field.

Lan Niang went out lightly, basking in the sun and making clothes in the yard with a basket. It's about to be winter. This year's new clothes haven't been made yet.

The clothes made last year are not that Lan Niang and Erlang don't cherish them, but now they look a little old. It's that the two of them really don't have any rags to change out of to work. You can only wear these two clothes back and forth.

So I look at the clothes that are a little older. There are a few more patches. Just this patch, it is already considered a small patch in the village.

This year, the two of them are going to prepare two more winter coats, and the cotton has been picked out, so they just need to fill it in. It's not like other people's cotton, it's done in the sun. Lan Niang also sewed cotton into tofu blocks. In this way, there is no need to worry about the disobedience of the cotton inside and always squeezing a pile.

It's a lot warmer. It also allows you to wear your clothes for a longer period of time.

Last year, I didn't know this little trick, I washed the cotton clothes twice, and the cotton was squeezed into a pile, obviously the cloth was not old, the cotton inside was useless, and it was very cold to wear.

This little trick was told to Lan Niang by Gui Niang. Looking at the sewn cotton clothes, Lan Niang was overjoyed.

Sending Gui Niang to learn embroidery is really right. The people really don't know this. Which one is not?

However, such a method cannot be explained clearly. If you say it clearly, you will offend the embroidery workshop. It's better to nest on your own. The cloth has been cut, and only the needle and thread are needed. It's still fast.

Seeing that the sky was gradually darkening, Lan Niang took the basket, woke up Erlang, and began to cook. Jiro poked his eyes, lay on the bed and brewed for a while before getting up to help light the fire.