Drive. Mrs. Ma, who was covering her cotton hood, squinted at the eyes that were fascinated by the wind and snow, and was a little worried while driving the car, while looking back at the mule cart behind her.

He was followed by three mule carts.

Those cars were loaded with a lot of garlic, her little granddaughter and Xiao Gao Xiao Song in the cake shop.

These people should have been allowed to sit in their own ox carts, but now an old lady bought a lot of yellow paper.

The car she drove was loaded with a cart of paper to burn for the dead and candlesticks for the sake of the dead.

In another car at home, the steamer is pulled every day, and the two of them sit outside, and the two of them hold the steamer inside.

Recently, the store has been busy, and Wang Zhongyu and Da Lang and several of their men have come to the house, all on the ox cart.

In this way, the little granddaughter got on the mule cart loaded with garlic, and the mule carts were all from Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Guogongfu.

"Drive." Mrs. Ma sniffed.

Rushing home every day is the worst sin.

There was no sunshine at all at this hour, dry and cold, and the gray and surging black on the road was not completely black, and the cold north wind was blowing.

As if I had just left the city today, the snowflakes were falling again, and the snow foam was blowing straight into my eyelids.

Mrs. Tian also sat in the position of catching the car, she and Mrs. Ma were one by one, wearing big cotton gloves and grabbing the reins: "Come on, I'll catch up for a while, you move your fingers in the gloves." ”

Mrs. Ma gave it to her, and shouted at another ox cart not far from her: "Zhongyu, hurry slowly, it's snowing, you can't see any ice on the ground, I'd rather slow down and don't overturn." ”

Wang Zhongyu was not too cold, and the man was full of firepower: "I know the aunt, you should also slow down, and light the torch when it gets dark in a while." ”

Mrs. Ma took the opportunity to turn around again, in fact, even if she leaned over to look at it, she couldn't see anything, but she was worried that she didn't know whether it was cold or cold in the mule cart.

What's cold, Song Poria was squeezed together by the garlic bag, and she couldn't move if she wanted to.

Who is this, who is doing the work, the bag is not tied tightly, half a bag of garlic is sprinkled, and the hula is sprinkled on her with the car.

Before, Baozhu said that she was fragrant, and asked Song Poria what she rubbed it on, and it felt more fragrant than Miss Lu San, it was the kind of faint fragrance that floated between raising her hand and turning around, and it smelled very good.

Before getting into the car, the eldest daughter-in-law of the high butcher also sniffed her nose and said, "Why is the fat girl so fragrant." ”

Song Fuling: This time, come, you smell it again, there is nothing else on your body except the smell of garlic.

Song Fuling regretted a little, why didn't she take the carriage home, she could drink hot tea in that car, and even slippers covered with leather blankets, holding a small stove and lying in the car to read, what was she looking for her grandmother for.

At the moment, in the black car body, she didn't dare to move at all, for fear that if she sat on her butt and crushed the garlic, the action would be a little bigger, and the garlic on her body would fall down and dry the skin.

It's a world of difference from when I came in the morning.

Before I could cross the bridge, the people at the other end of the family found that many trolleys had returned.

Because in the past two days, Grandpa Song has organized the half-grown children above Jinbao to pull the big stones that they have finally pulled home, and then tossed them out with a climbing plow.

What do you do by pulling the stone?

From the gate of your house to the river, you should build a knee-high stone lamp made of stones, and to put it bluntly, you should use stones to block the snow and wind from the fire inside, and then light the lamp oil inside.

More than ten meters away, a road made of stone lamps is formed.

It is lit from the 29th and continues until the first lunar month.

Doing this, on the one hand, is to facilitate the family to go back and forth, it can be illuminated when it is dark, and the red lanterns can not be hung at home for the New Year, and it also means to replace it.

On the one hand, it is about to celebrate the New Year, and it is necessary to make a bright road to tell the ancestors and those who have left where they are now. I'm afraid that the road is too dark, and those people won't be able to find their way home.

Grandpa Song believes in this very much, so he has been busy with these things for the past two days.

Including a truckload of yellow paper that Mrs. Ma bought with a penny, and she had to organize women to stack gold ingots when she turned around, all of which were bought with public money, and the kind that Mrs. Ma could reimburse when she turned around.

Grandpa Song asked the boys not to pile up stones first, and went to the bridge to greet them.

At this time, the people in the village by the river were also greeting Mrs. Ma and them loudly.

In the eyes of the villagers, Niu, this old lady has to be old and rich.

Look, the village has now made a bet on how many big brick houses the gang will be able to build after the beginning of spring.

Don't think they don't know, that group of people not only has four dim sum shops, but they have been going in and out these days, and restaurants from other counties have also entered the village to buy goods, and they opened their mouths to inquire about Song Fusheng.

It can be seen that the gang still has a big deal, and look at that busy person, it should be a lot of money.

Qian Peiying heard the movement, held a torch and trotted over, and asked the old lady first, what about the fat girl, the old lady pointed to the mule cart, and Mi Shou swished and ran over at speed.

Before Qian Peiying could see her daughter's shadow, she heard her voice and said, "Hey, little brother, you pulled off your sister's shoes, I'm here." ”

Qian Peiying handed the torch to Mi Shou, pulled her daughter out of the garlic bag, and gave the eldest daughter-in-law of the high butcher a hand.

Although Song Fusheng was also very anxious and wanted to come forward to take a look at his daughter, it had been a day, what was it.

But he was wearing an apron and was busy paying.

"Listen to me, Xiao Quanzi, take this silver back to Shunzi, just say that I said it, one yard is one yard, don't we have to spend money to buy garlic elsewhere? That's very thankful, but now I can't buy it if I want to. You take it back, huh? ”

After speaking, Song Fu stiffly stuffed the money bag to Xiao Quanzi, and beckoned someone to unload the garlic bag.

Since Song Fuling returned home, she began to talk to all kinds of people.

Grandpa asked her mysteriously, "Will you be hit once?" Got it? ”

The old man heard Junzi vaguely say that it was good for the war in the morning, so he attached great importance to this matter.

Although he didn't know how to make a platform with rockeries and fake water on it could be good for the war, he still hoped that it could really help.

That's right, the old man first hopes that it is best not to fight, if he has to fight in a few years, he also really hopes that King Yan wins, don't look at him just settled here, it will feel different.

In the past, I always felt that it was much more chaotic than the management of King Yan, and the old man had lived in his hometown for decades, and he had never encountered natural and man-made disasters, and he had never heard of distributing relief food.

Whether the people can starve to death or not depends on themselves, and the tax is getting heavier and heavier.

It's not like here, although it's colder than my hometown, but it seems that there are more rich people here.

Of course, the old man is not confused, he knows that it may be that they are making a lot of money at the moment, and the people they come into contact with may be rich people? Is it a delusion?

However, that's not exactly, just look at the life of the people in the village, it's really better than your hometown.

There is also a servant to pass the word, when was the official letter taken down? I feel that the officials are also reasonable, unlike the cattle in their hometown, who don't go back to the government for ten or eight years, go once, he was a good man at that time, and people directly cared that he wanted to run errands, and he was not happy to give less.

Song Fuling didn't hide it, and told her grandfather directly: "He said let me take a look at it on the fifth day of the new year, and I don't know what he said to see it, but I asked him to go to the dim sum shop on the fifth day of the new year." ”

This is Grandpa Song.

There are also a few young ladies who asked and asked, they had to give Song Fuling money, saying how could they let their sister spend money to buy gifts, the sisters made money, and they should have given it, but they couldn't go out.

Song Fuling looked like "nothing".

Peach Blossom They said, didn't we discuss it? After the New Year, find a day to go to the city, when you are rare, my sister will buy it for you. The eldest girl and the second girl also nodded violently.

There are also two younger brothers who are also pestering Song Fuling.

Buy a hat back, give it to Mi Shoumei, stand on the kang and ask this and that, is he good-looking.

Song Jinbao was louder than Mi Shou, and shouted while eating dragon whisker cakes: "It's better to be a fat girl, but it's better than milk." ”

No wonder Campbell resentful.

Just yesterday, didn't Mrs. Ma buy back a lot of materials? In addition to Jinbao, the grandchildren all have new clothes, and Jinbao also has them, but he is not happy to wear them, and shouts that he will not give the new clothes to the milk, and give a cream cake.

Mrs. Ma coaxed like this: "If you are obedient, the milk will give you a cream cake to eat." ”

Song Jinbao slapped his small body on the spot: "Okay, I'm obedient." ”

"Good grandson, you are obedient, let's not eat cream cake."

Therefore, of course, the fat girl is better than her own milk, and the milk can fool people.

At this time, Mrs. Ma was more resentful than Song Jinbao, she thought that compared to her little granddaughter, she was really simple.

Who can fool the most? She's a fat girl.

Last night, while she was crying, she asked for a lot of silver, and it was really an eagle pecked by a chicken. Look, the bits and pieces are added together today, and I dare to spend eighteen taels.

Eighteen taels, ahhh

Mrs. Ma held Angelica Angelica paste in her hand: "Why are you so loser?" Yes? It hurts my heart. ”

"Milk, my heart hurts, just go home and lie down on the kang, you just think that you can't return things, and you don't spend money on others, right? It's useless to regenerate qi, and there is no one to replace the bad body.

And when I went out in the morning, my father and mother told me everything.

My mother said, even if you don't buy anything, you have to buy your milk to wipe your face.

My father can be careful to say, tooth powder also buy more for your milk, not too much, your milk will be reluctant to use, afraid that you use that small bamboo strip to scrape your tongue, one day pestle bad throat. ”

Just when Song Fusheng entered the house, Mrs. Ma raised her eyes and looked at her son: "Hmph! And he turned around and walked away.

"Mother, show you, embroidered shoes, my grandmother doesn't know, hehe, the actual cost is more than eighteen taels, I have your shoes alone."

Qian Peiying immediately took it with both hands: "It's so good-looking, girl, how much?" ”

Song Fusheng said: "You two wait a while, the Zeyuan you went to, which door did you go to, what did you do?" ”