By the time Xiuzhu entered the door with a large number of New Year's ceremonies, the snow was already half a foot thick, and there was still no intention of stopping.

Xiuzhu sighed, and let people send everything to Ning Cui Pavilion in one go, planning to wait until the snow stopped, and then put it in the hands of the old lady, Hou Ye, and Lu Kun's uncountable uncles, aunts, cousins, cousins, and cousins.

It's just that the snow hasn't stopped. By the third day, the snow on the roof was still more than two feet thick.

The north wind was even more cold, whining and whining into the cracks of people's bones, and as soon as they went out, they froze so much that people fought with their lower teeth.

In this way, I was even more worried, and I watched the window every day, and the snow in the yard accumulated layer after layer, and I beat it over and over again, and there was still no intention of stopping in the sky.

So, on the seventh day of heavy snowfall, Xiuzhu ignored the severe cold, recruited his two companions, and gave the two of them the key to a small courtyard in the capital, so that they could have time to clean and repair the building.

On the morning of the eighth day, the sky finally cleared, and the sun shone golden on the thick snow. Xiuzhu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, so he thought about it and went to see if the plum blossoms in the garden were blooming.

At the beginning, Li Miaoxian loved plum blossoms very much, and every year when the plum blossoms bloomed, he had to personally pick some bottles in the back garden to play. Now that Li Miaoxian is gone, Xiuzhu doesn't want to break her habit, so as soon as the sky clears, she asked the maids to hold two plum bottles and go to the place where the Marquis of Ningyuan Mansion and the Duke of Anguo Mansion are only separated by a wall.

Xiuzhu vaguely remembered that the Marquis of Ningyuan's Mansion originally did not plant any flowers and plants, and there were trees everywhere, very tall trees. It's like an ancient tree. But surprisingly, when I got to the edge of the wall, there were small saplings growing from the cracks in the wall, none of them were very thick, but the branches could occasionally see plum blossoms blooming red.

On the other side of the wall, the red plum blossoms on the branches are intense, and the plum fragrance is bursting, refreshing.

Xiuzhu was a few steps away from the wall, let someone put a chair, wrapped his big wool clothes tightly, and sat down by himself, looking at the plum blossoms on the other side of the wall in a daze.

This time when he went back, Xiuzhu got the news from "Mr.", the famine this time was particularly serious, not only affecting their main areas of Dayan, but even several small countries next to them were not spared.

There was a surge of victims in the country, many of them fell into the grass and became strongmen, and many more died of cold and evil on the way of migration.

I don't know how the battle is going at the border pass, and in such a cold weather, the two sides don't know whether they are resting or fighting?

However, Lu Kun's letter never came again, I don't know if the war was too tight, and Lu Kun didn't have time to write a letter at all; Or those letters, all of them were lost on the way over. Of course, the answer is simply not verifiable.

Soon it will be a small year, and after a small year, it will be the prelude to the New Year, and the real year is coming.

This is the first time Xiuzhu has celebrated the New Year in the Hou Mansion of Ningyuan, what are the rules in the Hou Mansion, she doesn't know, for fear of making any jokes in the end, she sent her subordinates to inquire carefully.

Doing an investigation here, the year of the Marquis of Ningyuan Mansion was presented in front of Xiuzhu's eyes.

It turns out that there is a nursery rhyme among the folk: twenty-three, sugar melon sticky; Twenty-four sweep the house; Twenty-five, frozen tofu; Twenty-six, go buy meat; Twenty-seven, slaughter the rooster; Twenty-eighth, put the face hair; Twenty-nine, steamed steamed buns; Thirty nights to stay up for one night; The first and second days of junior high school are full of streets. It really reflects the life of Xiuzhu today.

It's just that she feels that she is no longer a child, she is not very eager for anything, and she does not participate at all if she can. If you really can't hide from it, it's another matter.

No, soon it was the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and everyone in the entire Ningyuan Marquis Mansion gathered in the old lady's courtyard to watch the New Year.

Because of the large number of people, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was quite lively. Only the long room, Lu Kun, is particularly deserted.

Ning Yuanhou also sat for a while after eating, and then left under the pretext of being in poor health. In this way, the long house has become even more deserted.

It's just that Xiu Zhu doesn't like those people in the Marquis of Ningyuan's mansion, and he has no intention of making friends with them at all, but when someone comes over to toast occasionally, he smiles slightly, which is counted as a reply.

The sound of firecrackers outside, and the ladies in the house all surrounded the old lady and said some auspicious words, begging for joy. Several young children couldn't stand it, and they couldn't stop napping in the nurse's arms, so the nurse gently patted the child's back and comforted them in a whisper.

Xiu Zhu looked at it, and gradually felt that this kind of excitement was getting farther and farther away from herself, and the feeling of loneliness in her heart spread rapidly and silently, and finally occupied her entire heart, and suddenly there was a sense of powerlessness that the excitement was someone else's, and she had nothing.

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The population of Anguo Mansion is simple, and it is still gathered in Mrs. Tai's courtyard during the New Year, Li Miaoyu now has no pressure from Li Miaomiao, and the whole person is in a very good mood.

Mrs. Liu took her second son, Li Jin, only showed her head at the beginning of the banquet, and then took advantage of her poor health to really take her second son, Li Jin, to avoid it.

An Guogong was also impatient to chirp with a group of women, and quit early.

So there were only three left in the home field: Mrs. Tai, Li Miaoyu and Aunt Fang.

Except for the "crackling" firecrackers outside, there was almost no other sound in the mother's ears.

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In the capital, a four-hall courtyard is brightly lit, and a mother and son sit at the table, served by people to have a reunion dinner. There was a large table full of dishes, and there was hardly much movement.

The man was about twenty years old, with clear eyebrows and a thin body, and a thick bookish air on his body.

Opposite him sat a woman in her thirties, with a shrewd eye, with a small square face, a pointed lower shell, and facial features that were seven or eight percent similar to the man.

The man took chopsticks and put a piece of meat on his mother, and said with a smile: "How about my mother taste this braised pork?" ”

The woman looked at the various foods piled up on her bowl like a small mountain, the smile on her face became even sweeter, and she also put a piece of braised pork in her son's bowl, and said with a smile: "Lin'er, you also eat, this time in the exam, everyone has lost weight." In March of the next year, I will marry you a daughter-in-law, and let your daughter-in-law worry about you, and I don't care anymore. "Still struggling with the latest chapter you can't find? Amway One or search for Hot/Degree/Net/Article "Remember to remove "/"Otherwise you won't be able to search", here is a young lady to help you find books and accompany you to chat!