In the next few days, Zeng Ruolan's mother and daughter were busy, wishing that they had three heads and six arms, packed everything at home and in the shop, and made an appointment with a truck.

On the day of moving, I invited a few men from the neighbor's house, each of whom gave two boxes of good cigarettes, and early in the morning, when the sky was hazy, I began to help things.

When the truck started, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and Zeng Yirou ran to buy some soy milk fritters to cushion everyone's stomachs.

When I arrived in Guxian, it was almost noon.

It's not like Ishihara City, where trucks are parked on the side of the road, and trucks are parked at the entrance of the alley on Jianshe South Road, and people are hired to help move things.

Fortunately, when Zeng Ruolan and her sisters were in Ishihara City, in order to facilitate the purchase of goods, they bought a human-powered tricycle early, and the back compartment was quite large, and there were a lot of things that could be loaded. This move happened to be transported by tricycle one by one, which can save a lot of effort.

Originally, they planned to sell, and several neighbors came to inquire, but now, they have a big truck to move, and naturally, they pulled the tricycle over. This is an important means of transportation, and it is indispensable.

By the time everything was moved, it was getting dark.

Winter in the north has particularly short days.

Zeng Ruolan originally wanted to leave the truck driver in Guxian for one night, but the people who run the car often walk at night and don't care about this distance, so they will return to Ishihara City that night.

Zeng Ruolan gave 500 yuan for the freight and asked the driver to leave quickly.

After moving home, the mother and daughter finally felt at ease.

Zhou Xiaomei made noodle soup for the two, accompanied by cakes, and simply had a dinner, and everyone rested early.

Compared with Ishihara City, the ancient county is not a little bit backward in terms of economic level, and the most important thing is that in the winter, Ishihara City stays at home, there is central heating, and it is always warm, but in the ancient county, there is no such good thing at all, even in the county seat, it is also burned by each family.

Last time, the two stayed in Guxian for one night, because they had something to worry about, but they didn't care too much, after all, they didn't get the things they moved at that time, and the conditions were not good.

Now, the two of them slept in a big quilt, and they still woke up in the middle of the night.

When they woke up in the morning, both mother and daughter were shivering from the cold and sneezing incessantly.

They all thought that moving was too simple, thinking that as long as things were moved, it would be enough, but they didn't expect that there were still many things to get used to.

No, Zhou Xiaomei looked at the trembling mother and daughter, and asked them to take advantage of this year's New Year's Eve, when the small factory had not yet closed, and hurriedly went to buy a stove specially used for heating in the house.

And introduced to them, but the house is not cold, just be simple, buy a briquette-burning stove, and have a temperature.

If you don't freeze, buy a bigger charcoal-burning stove, which is warm.

Both mother and daughter live in a heated home, which requires their own stove, which is really not experienced for many years.

However, they want to change it to heating now, and it is difficult to start construction in winter, so they can only wait for next year to clean up.

Zhou Xiaomei asked Qian Yiming to pedal the tricycle and took Zeng Ruolan to a furnace factory more than ten miles away to buy a stove.

Zeng Yirou stayed in the room alone to review the math materials of the first year of junior high school, read the book for more than an hour, and her neck was a little sore, so she poured a cup of hot water from the thermos with a glass jar for eating cans, and warmed the water through a layer of towels.

Twisting your neck, simply go out of the yard, bask in the sun, and take a break.

In the quiet courtyard, a few voices faintly revealed through the back door of the front façade room, but his own shop has not opened yet?!

Zeng Yirou then remembered that it should be Grandma Zhou's tailor shop.

She asked Zeng Ruolan in private, what does this Grandma Zhou do, how did she hear that she can embroider, it's amazing.

Zeng Ruolan told her this legendary story by the way.

Before the liberation, the Japanese occupied it, and her family dragged their family all the way north, and finally settled down in a closed mountain village in Guxian County, because it was too remote, and the Japanese would sweep there once or twice a year at most.

Zhou Xiaomei's mother was originally an embroiderer in an embroidery workshop, and she had already started to take apprentices.

Later, the Japanese left, they began to buy and sell embroidery for their livelihood, and before and after the liberation, they met Zeng Guochang, who began to be a merchant, and gradually became old customers of each other. Zeng Guochang sold embroidered cloth and silk thread to the Zhou family, and the Zhou family directly handed over the embroidery to him to sell.

After more than ten years of friendship, in that era when black and white were reversed, Zeng Guochang resettled his home in the countryside early.

The Zhou family can't.

Zhou Xiaomei married a private school teacher and gave birth to a son. The son was also angry and went to Kyoto to study, but in the end he was willing to return to Lincheng and become a teacher like his father.

Unexpectedly, in that movement, he was beaten into a stinky old nine, pulled out every day to criticize, and asked them to clean the toilet and dig out feces......

Her son and daughter-in-law were humiliated, and Qian Yiming, who could only walk after staying, died early.

After Zeng Guochang found out, he found their ancestors and grandchildren, quietly brought them back to Guxian, and arranged them at his own home.

Back then, when Qian Yiming's father was teaching in Lincheng, he lived in a dormitory assigned by the school, and even if they were rehabilitated in the end, they did not pay too much compensation.

The grandfather and grandson can only continue to live in a rented house in Guxian.

Zeng Ruolan listened to these ups and downs of the story, and she was also sighing.

When she moved yesterday, she was in such a hurry that she didn't notice the situation in the tailor's shop over there.

At this moment, I was idle and curious.

When the heavy cotton curtain was lifted, there were all kinds of fabrics hanging on the four walls, a long table underneath, and a pile of fabrics, clothes, rags, tape measures, wooden rulers, etc., were placed on the door.

On the other side, there are two different sewing machines, which are also full of things, and there are many cloth bags made of cloth on the wall of the door, containing silk threads and other things.

Beside the doorway there was a small stove, and the chimney was sticking out of the doorway window, and at this moment three women were sitting around it, and the fire was burning.

Hearing the sound of the door curtain, the conversation in the room stopped, and they all looked this way.

Zhou Xiaomei was standing in front of the long table, gesturing on a piece of fabric, and when she looked up and saw that it was Zeng Yirou, she stopped what she was doing, took her hand, and when she arrived at the stove, she enthusiastically introduced to everyone: "Rourou, come, let me introduce you, here are our neighbors, Aunt Lin, Aunt Xing, and Aunt Li."

This little girl is Ruolan's daughter, Yirou, nicknamed Rourou. ”