"I ...... My dreams are the same as yours. Shen Yingyue buried her head in his chest and hugged his waist tightly with both hands, saving him from holding up her chin and seeing her red face.

She didn't have such a small and fresh dream, and when she thought about it, the dream was too dirty.

Liang Hanchu looked down at the little lady rubbing in his arms, noticed her red ears, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

"Well, we are really husband and wife, and we all have the same dreams." Liang Hanchu said that he knew that it must be the same.

"Well, it's the same." Shen Yingyue saw that he believed it, so she let go of him.

The young couple got up and dressed together, it was still early, the sun had not yet risen, they opened the door and went out, and saw another thick layer of snow piled up in front of the door and in the yard, and their lake began to freeze.

Shen Yuhua also woke up, came out of the room that Shen Yingyue arranged for him to live in, and stretched for a long time.

"Sister, brother-in-law, this is the most comfortable year I've had in a long time."

"Then you will come to us every year after that." Shen Yingyue said with a smile. In fact, she also likes Shen Yuhua to come, after they split up, there were only three people in the family, which was not lively enough, and many Shen Yuhua were also a lot more lively.

"Okay, then it's good to spend the New Year with my sister in the future."

"Okay, don't talk about it yet, I'll have to send it to the Stove God in a while, and I'll talk about it after sending the Stove God."

"Good! Send the god of the stove, I sent it at my grandfather's house when I was a child, and I haven't experienced that feeling for a long time. ”

"yes." She and Shen Yuhua celebrated the New Year, but they have always been ignored, and now they can finally have a good New Year.

The servants went into the house and took a bamboo broom, and swept the snow in front of the door first, while it was still soft soon after it came down, otherwise it would be troublesome when it froze.

After sweeping for a while, Liang Jing came out of the room with sleepy eyes, and when he saw Shen Yingyue, Liang Hanchu and Shen Yuhua, he rubbed his face, and suddenly woke up.

"Dad, mother, uncle, I want to sweep too!" Liang Jing walked back to the house on his short legs, and found that there was no broom in the house, so he ran to the utility room.

There was a thick layer of white snow in front of the utility room, and he had barely taken two steps before the soft snow reached above his knees, and the little one struggled.

Liang Hanchu walked over, stretched out his hand to carry the clothes on his back, lifted him up at once, and then let him in, he took a broom before coming out to sweep the snow with Shen Yingyue and Liang Hanchu.

Swept out a road to the stove room, and began to put offerings in the stove room to worship the stove god, which is the habit of Liantang Village in the early years.

Put the chickens and ducks that were killed last night, the buckle meat and barbecued pork made by Shen Yingyue, the fruits and pastries that I bought next to the stove, and then light three incense sticks, and then start worshipping.

"Mother, why do you want to offer to the god of the stove?" Liang Jing looked at the incense and asked.

"The god of the stove is a bodhisattva who blesses the people with abundant grains and abundant wealth, and will also tell the Jade Emperor what happened to our family, and if the Jade Emperor thinks we are doing well, he will bless us." Shen Yingyue explained to Liang Jing.

"I see. Mother, I'm very serious about gambling stones, and I also help my father and mother work, am I doing well? Will the god of the stove tell the Jade Emperor? ”

"Yes."

"Then the Jade Emperor will bless me and like me, right?"

"yes."

"Does the Stove God like me too?"

"I like it." Shen Yingyue knew that children love fantasy, so she told him like this. Just like parents in the 21st century tell their children that there is Santa Claus, it is not a bad thing for children to have fantasies and be happy.

"Then ......" Liang Jing thought about the dishes and fruits offered to the god of the stove, and bowed his hand.