Although Jiang Ji's name is Jiang Ji, there are very few people with the surname Jiang, and among the dozen or so villages around Jiang Ji, the population of Jiang Village is not large.

This is the same as Su Bai's Fuzhen Sun Shop, a hundred years ago, Sun Dian may have had more surnames Sun, but now it is no longer so.

On the contrary, now the people of Vortex City will first think of Sujia Village when they mention Linhu, because in this hundred years of reproduction, Sujia Village is the most powerful, and when other villages in the town are like a dozen or dozens of people in a village, Sujia Village has already stretched for thirteen miles, with a population of 1,500 households, and there must be 6,700 people in the village in its heyday.

Of course, with all the young and middle-aged people in the village going out to work, leaving behind the elderly and children, there must not be so many people in the village.

However, when the village arrives for the New Year, it must be lively and crowded.

It is precisely because of this that when the generations of other villages have long been lost or even if there is, no one has counted them, Sujia Village is still complying with it.

There are too many people, and their generations can't be messed up, even if some people of the same age as Su Bai are embarrassed or don't want to call, they will be forced to call by their elders.

In this regard, even now, the village is still very strict.

When I was a child, a daughter of my uncle's family married into their village and married a Qingzi generation named Su Qingshen, Su Bai called his uncle's daughter his sister, and called him a brother when he called Su Qingshen, but because of this brother, he was severely reprimanded by the elders around him.

Later, when they came to give gifts to Su Bai's family during the Chinese New Year, Su Bai called her uncle's daughter sister, and her husband Su Qingshen saw Su Bai but wanted to call him grandfather, I heard that because of this incident, Su Bai's cousin went back and complained, blaming his family for being too low, which made her embarrassed in her aunt's house.

In a small courtyard in Jiang Village, Jiang Hanshu rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of white wrists, she carried the bucket to the side of the well and pressed half a bucket of water, because the bucket was heavier, she couldn't carry it, so she could only press half a bucket, she carried this half bucket of water to the eaves of the red brick house, and then poured the water into the iron basin in front of the door.

The basin is relatively large, and Jiang Hanshu carried it five times before filling the basin with water.

The water pressed out of the well in winter is not cold, but when the water is stained on the wrist and the cold air outside, Jiang Hanshu's two white wrists are still red.

In fact, in 12 years, there were very few families without washing machines in the village, but Jiang Hanshu's family was the only one that did not.

Therefore, they can only wash their clothes by hand.

Seeing that the water in the iron basin was full, a smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Hanshu's mouth.

She carried the bucket and prepared to put it back in the kitchen.

But at this moment, a section of ice skate hanging on the eaves above Jiang Hanshu's head fell on its own because it was too long.

This half-meter-long ice skate fell down and smashed on Jiang Hanshu's forehead, it was very heavy, so it hurt, and her white forehead was immediately scraped out of a red mark by the ice skate.

Jiang Hanshu rubbed it with her right hand, then took a deep breath, and after a while, she stuck out her tongue and smiled, "It hurts." ”

Then she took a stick and smashed all the rows of ice skates that hung on the eaves.

If mom they get smashed, it will hurt a lot.

After disposing of the rows of ice skates on the eaves, Jiang Hanshu put the bucket back in the kitchen, and then walked to the door with a pile of clothes from the house.

She moved a small bench and sat in front of the iron basin, put all the clothes in the basin, and began to wash the clothes on the washboard.

The snow was falling in the yard, and the cold wind was raging, but the little girl whose hands and wrists were frozen was washing her clothes comfortably.

The children of the poor are in charge of the house early, the children of the poor are in charge of the house early, and Jiang Hanshu has been the family for many years.

At this moment, the wooden door in the courtyard was opened, and Jiang Hanshu's mother, Lin Zhen, walked in from outside.

After she saw Jiang Hanshu washing clothes, she immediately said distressedly: "What kind of clothes are you washing on such a cold day!" Don't wash it, put it there and wait for me to wash it in the afternoon, the clothes are so thick this winter, where do you wash them? ”

After Lin Zhen finished speaking, she saw Jiang Hanshu's frozen red little hands, and immediately pulled her up, then took a towel from the house and wiped her with a towel, and rubbed her little hands with her own hands distressedly, saying, "How can your hands stand such cold water!" ”

"The water in the well is not cold in winter." Jiang Hanshu whispered.

"Are you a fool when you are a mother? The water that just came out of the well is not cold, but what time is it? Dripping water into ice, you see the water in this basin you don't touch it for a while, it has begun to form thin ice now, you tell me it's not cold, it's not cold, your hands can be so cold now? Lin Zhen said angrily.

Seeing that her lie was exposed by her mother in person, she lowered her head and stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

With such a big snowfall, more than ten degrees below zero, how can it not be cold?

It's just that if she doesn't wash it, her mother will wash it.

My mother was tired enough for the day, and she wanted to share more of it for her mother before leaving.

This time I went to Vortex City, and they didn't come back until the Qingming Festival, their family was not rich, so there was no need to spend all the money on round-trip fares.

"Silly boy, wait for some water to boil in the afternoon, I will wash it with hot water, I won't freeze my hands, you go to the house to watch TV for a while, your grandparents went to the town to sell the vegetables this morning, and they can't come back until the afternoon, I asked the field next door to cut five yuan of pork from the town and come back, and my mother will make dumplings for you to eat at noon today." Lin Zhen said with a smile.

"Okay." Jiang Hanshu nodded and smiled.

She knew that her mother was back, and she couldn't help her with her laundry anymore.

So there's no need to make my mother angry anymore.

After Jiang Hanshu walked into the room, he took out the mirror, then lifted his hair and looked at the red mark on his forehead.

Fortunately, she has a lot of hair, and she just used her hair to block the red mark on her forehead that was smashed by the ice skate, otherwise if her mother found out, she would definitely be distressed to death.

Jiang Hanshu touched the red mark on his forehead, and then withdrew his hand like a frightened deer.

It doesn't hurt that much if you don't touch it, but it really hurts when you touch it!

Jiang Hanshu looked at it, and was glad that the eaves of his house were not so high, otherwise, like other families who built buildings, they would fall from the second floor, and they would have to break their skin and bleed.

Jiang Hanshu was afraid of being discovered by his mother, so he untied the leather band behind his hair, tried to leave his hair in front of his forehead, and combed himself in a ponytail again.

The back is a long ponytail, and the front is Qi bangs that cover the forehead, which makes the already beautiful Jiang Hanshu even more pure.

Jiang Hanshu usually doesn't deliberately dress up, as long as his hair is tied up and doesn't block his eyes.

The reason why she wanted to grow long hair when she was a child was because she had long hair in the village, and she could sell it for money when she grew up and cut it.

It's just that when she grew up and wanted to sell, her mother didn't let her sell, saying that the family didn't lack her money.

After Lin Zhen made the dumpling filling, she began to mix the noodles, and after the noodles were reconciled, she came to roll the dumpling skin, and Jiang Hanshu came to wrap it.

"Good daughter, no one bullied you at school, right?" Lin Zhen asked after handing the rolled dough in his hand to Jiang Hanshu.

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