Lilac said "ah" a few times, indicating that she remembered it and received the love of her little brother.

After that, Ding Zhao led Ding Lilai to visit relatives and friends' homes for the New Year, and Ding Zhuang and Ding Zhi received guests at home.

This has nothing to do with Lilac, she spends most of her time dreaming of Zhou Gong.

In the evening, Ding Zhao drove the ox cart to send Ding Zhi's family back to their home in the county seat.

Watching the stupid grandson being carried into the car by the two unconscious couples, Ding Zhuang felt very uncomfortable.

Good grandson, brought like this by them.

In the evening, Lilac watched as Zhang prepared a gift for returning to her parents' house tomorrow.

Three taels of silver, a set of muslin clothes for my father, five catties of cured meat, two packs of snacks, two packs of brown sugar, two packs of medicine, a piece of coarse cloth for each of my brothers, and ten dollars for each of my nephews and nieces.

Zhang's mother's family was poor, and most of her private money was taken back. Ding Zhuang rewarded her with the silver to buy the golden hairpin, but she was only willing to buy a pair of golden ear dings.

Her mother's home is in the mountains, and the footsteps are more than three hours. There is no traffic, and even the wheelbarrows pushed by people cannot pass, and the carrying of things can only be carried on the backs of people or livestock.

With two sons, the Zhang family usually goes to their parents' house on the first day and returns the next day. At the beginning of this year, Zhang's father celebrated his 50th birthday, and they wanted to celebrate their birthday, so they would stay in Zhang's house for a few more days and come back on the sixth day of the new year.

The road is far away, the husband and wife and Ding Lichun walk, and the old ox carries two big baskets, one for gifts and the other for Ding Lilai.

Ding Zhuang was reluctant to let them take their baby granddaughter, and adults couldn't carry them on their backs, it was too cold.

They left at the beginning of the second day of the first month, and before leaving, Zhang took the cloves who were still sleeping soundly to Ding Zhuang's kang.

Outside, the wind was howling and the snow was falling. Afraid that his granddaughter would freeze, Ding Zhuang burned the kang warm and covered her with a quilt.

Ding Zhuang smiled and looked at his granddaughter for a while, and then went to the hall to make a small stool. It is specially made for cloves, and there are carved flowers on it, waiting for the granddaughter to sit older.

Kuroko screamed again to drill into the house.

Ding Zhuang knew that Heizi liked his granddaughter, and he also knew that it would not hurt anyone. But I was afraid that it would make a noise with my granddaughter, so I drove it outside.

Lilac slept in a daze, knowing that she was sleeping, and she could hear the movement in the hall, but she couldn't wake up when she wanted to.

She was sweating so hot that even if she wasn't sober, she felt much more fragrant than usual. Especially in the quilt, the good aroma made Lilac sniff directly, and she couldn't help twisting her little body, and got into the quilt with her head.

It's even hotter, not only on the body, but also in the neck and hair.

The aroma became more and more intense, and the cloves felt that they could not breathe well, as if they were sleeping more deeply, and the sound in the hall became quieter and quieter.

She still thought to herself, she wouldn't die of heat or incense, right? is just half a year old, and she is also the shortest-lived woman who died.

What's more, this family is so good, she is reluctant to die.

She tried hard to open her eyes and wanted to scream, but she couldn't scream or open her eyes.

Suddenly, her eyes brightened and widened, and she saw the sky blue, the morning sun like fire, and a small boat moving on the river. The river is rippling with blue waves, and the peaks on both sides are undulating, and the emerald color is about to flow.

The boat passes by a cliff with a long reclining Buddha in the middle. The Buddha statue was very large and long, occupying two-thirds of the width of the mountain, and its closed eyes looked like two long curved lines, and its expression was peaceful.

Like watching a movie, the camera takes pictures of everything around you.

As the boat slowly moves forward, the vista suddenly zooms in, giving the boat a close-up.

On the small boat, in addition to the boatman, there were four people on the boat. A man and a woman, a boy of seven or eight years old, and a woman with a child in her arms.

The woman was dressed in a batik blue background and a white coarse cloth with a handkerchief of the same color wrapped around her head, and was bowing her head to arrange the child's clothes. After a while, he raised his head, his face was sad, and his eyes were full of dazed and helpless.

She has a black mole on the side of her right eyebrow, a slight protrusion at the corner of her eye, and a thin lip.

Even if the face changed from black and white paper to three-dimensional color, Lilac recognized it at a glance.

She is the evil slave Mother Li who changed children.

Lilac screamed in fright and fluttered on all fours.

She exerted all her strength, and the quilt was finally kicked down, and the cry of "ahhhhhh

Ding Zhuang ran into the house with a gust of wind, picked up Lilac and said hurriedly, "Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang, what's wrong with you?" ”

Ding Xiang opened her eyes and saw that the person in front of her was Ding Zhuang, not Li's mother, and hugged his neck and cried.

Ding Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his granddaughter must have had a nightmare.

He sniffed, the aroma in the room was unusually strong, and then he smelled his granddaughter, which was even more fragrant.

Ding Zhuang's legs were weak, and he had the idea of sitting down to rest and smell the aroma. But seeing his granddaughter sweating profusely, her face flushed, and her uncomfortable appearance, he didn't dare to stop. Quickly put her granddaughter on the kang, untie her clothes, and wipe her sweat with a dry cloth.

Sweat had soaked the underwear. Ding Zhuang took off her clothes and covered them with a quilt.

"Master bring hot water to wipe Xiangxiang, lie down well, and can't hit the quilt."

There is a small stove by the wall of the hall, where the kang in the bedroom is burned, and the water in the copper kettle on the stove is almost boiling.

Ding Zhuang mixed a basin of warm water and brought it into the bedroom. He won't bathe the baby, and he is afraid of freezing the child, so he can only wipe it.

Wet the handkerchief and wring it out, put it in the quilt and wipe the cloves.

After wiping it, I found that many birds flew outside the window, chirping and trying to break through the window paper. If you can't rush in, you cut it with a sharp mouth.

The window paper is thick, but it was still pecked with two holes.

Ding Zhuang covered the quilt for Lilac and ran outside the house with a feather duster.

Even on a snowy day, there were more than a dozen birds hovering outside the window, rushing eagerly into the window.

Ding Zhuang drove with a feather duster, the birds flew up to the sky and circled, most of the birds flew away, and there were still a few smart birds that flew down after Ding Zhuang entered the house.

The aroma slowly spreads, and the birdsong outside the window gradually decreases.

Lilac felt much better, calmed down, and recalled the "dream" just now.

How could you dream of Mother Li? The scene in the dream was as clear as if it were there. It was not a snowy winter, but a spring and summer with red flowers and willow green, or a warm south, and a long reclining Buddha on the cliff.

Think about it day and dream night night.

I think about those people every day, and I even think about them in my dreams.

It's just that the clothes that Mother Li is wearing are too strange, not like the clothes of the Han people.

The sweat on my body was wiped clean, and it was much more comfortable.

Lilac smiled sweetly at Ding Zhuang and said "ah" a few times.

Ding Zhuang smiled and lost his eyes, and took out a set of small clothes from the kang cabinet. Small middle coat and middle pants, small padded jacket and cotton pants, and then outer pants. Dressed, put the feces and pee, and clamped the diapers again.

Then heat the milk in a small bowl and feed the cloves with a small spoon.

Cloves are now cow and goat milk once in the morning and evening, and a small bowl of cooked rice porridge at noon. Today and tomorrow, the milk and rice porridge are ready for Zhang's family, and Ding Zhuang is hot. For the fourth and fifth days of the new year, you have to ask the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the third room to help.