The next day, Ding Youshou bought the old yard of a family in the village with 12 yuan. Although a few rooms, the fence wall, is much stronger than the previous broken houses.

The most important thing is that this old courtyard still has a deed, which has become Ding Youshou's private property.

Ding Youshoule is broken, and he can't stop it when good luck comes.

Two days later, a news spread in Beiquan Village that Ding Youshou rented a room for the Hong family and his son at a price of 100 wen per month.

Ding Youshou's luck is too good, he has changed his house for nothing, and he can still rent a house to earn money.

Most people have women, and they are reluctant to rent them to foreign men when they have empty houses. Ding Youshou was alone, and when he heard that they wanted to rent a house, he rented it without saying a word.

The father and son of the Hong family came to this area more than a month ago and lived in an abandoned temple halfway up the mountain, saying that they had offended people in their hometown and had to run out.

They have a road guide and a household registration, unlike women who are criminals, and they are not vagabonds, so Xia Li just allowed them to live in Beiquan Village.

His father was in his thirties, and because of his height, he was known as Hong Da. He became a woodcutter, chopping wood and collecting some mountain goods one day, and picking them up to sell in the town the next day.

He was tall and powerful, and the wood he cut was all tree trunks or thick branches, which were burned. Later, he found Ding Zhao and wanted to sell firewood to Baoqing Iron Manufacturing Company.

Iron-making furnaces must be made of charcoal. Coal is expensive, and some stoves can use firewood, and they will also buy a small amount of firewood.

Although someone has been supplying firewood for a long time, Ding Zhao still agreed to see that Hong Da's firewood was good.

Hong's eldest son is fifteen or sixteen years old, known as Hong Xiaoge. It seems that his legs and feet are not very good, and he can't do heavy work, so he buys some bamboo chips and paper to paste lanterns at home and sell.

Hong Dahan almost didn't speak, but Hong Xiaoge had a sweet and pleasant mouth, smiled when he saw people, and within a few days of coming, he became warm with many villagers.

Lilac has seen Brother Hong a few times, the young man is good-looking, wheat-skinned, delicate facial features, thin and tall, but unfortunately he walks with a little lameness.

Brother Hong really loves to laugh, and he has also laughed with Lilac.

On this morning, Ding Zhen came to Ding Xiang to go to her house to see the two poetry books and a set of pen and ink inkstones that her grandfather bought for her in the county seat.

The little girl's face flushed with excitement, and she was very excited.

Among the little ladies in Beiquan Village, in terms of appearance, temperament and knowledge, in addition to cloves, they count themselves, and Xia He is not convinced.

Lilac took Aya'er and Heiwa to the third room together.

also went to find Xia Sanfen, she was not at home, but she met Xia He.

Xia He leaned over and took Lilac's hand and laughed.

Ding Xiang and Ding Zhen didn't like Xia He's virtue of employing people facing forward instead of facing backwards, so they left after a few words and didn't take her to play together.

Ding Zhen whispered to Ding Xiang, "Have you noticed, Xia He looks at Brother Liren's eyes differently. I especially love to laugh with Brother Liren, and I call Brother Liren when I am far away, and I listen to Brother Liren. She's only a few days younger than Liren's brother, can't she be called by name?"

Lilac's eyes are bulging, and the eleven-year-old second brother is also worried?

Listening to Ding Zhen's voice of Xia Hejiao again, Lilac giggled.

The little girl of ancient times was so precocious. Xia He is precocious, and Ding Zhen is also precocious.

Ding Zhen said again, "Hmph, Xia He also told Sister Sanfen that I have small eyes and a garlic nose, what is beautiful. I'm a garlic nose, and I'm better looking than her."

As soon as she talked about it, the little girl became angry and pouted.

Lilac said, "Sister Xia He is far worse than Sister Zhen."

Lilac really thinks so. Although Ding Zhen's nose is a little garlic, the flesh is white, not big or small, and it is delicate and lovely on this face. In addition, the little girl loves to laugh, which is very pleasing.

On the way, I met Brother Hong again.

Seeing them, Brother Hong grinned, his eyes were crooked, and his white teeth were particularly eye-catching. He wore blue cloth trousers and his clothes were clean.

Ding Zhen whispered to Ding Xiang, "Brother Hong must brush his teeth every day. There is no woman in the family who can be so particular, look for less."

Since the family has been doing well, Xie and Zhao have to supervise Ding Zhen's sister and brother to brush their teeth every day, even if the elders can't

At this point, children are also required to maintain this good habit.

Brushing teeth has become a prerequisite for Ding Zhen to judge whether people love cleanliness or not. Whoever brushed her teeth, she gave points to whoever she wanted first.

After her teeth were white, Ding Zhen also loved to smile more. Just looking at the two rows of white little glutinous rice teeth, people know that this girl loves to be clean.

Lilac took a closer look at Brother Hong again, his teeth were white and neat, his mouth was very good-looking, a typical handsome guy with single eyelids, somewhat like a male model who specialized in toothpaste advertising in his previous life.

This image, in addition to being inferior to his grandfather, father and brother, is better than all the men in the village.

Lilac chuckled under her breath, "They may be in good condition in their hometown."

Ding Zhen thought so, "Well, Si Sven, maybe I've read a book."

Brother Hong saw two beautiful little girls smiling happily at him, and his smile became a little bigger. He stopped and said, "I will make rabbit lanterns, lotus lanterns, and peach blossom lanterns, and if my little sister likes it, I will ...... You can come to my house and buy it."

He originally wanted to say "I'll give it to you", but he thought it was too abrupt and changed it to "buy".

"Okay." The two little girls agreed happily.

When you come to the door of the third room, you can see from a distance that the broken courtyard at the head of the village is surrounded by a fence wall, and two old couples are standing aside.

Ding Zhen said, "That's Tao Weng and Old Lady Tao."

She'd seen them, Lilac hadn't seen them yet.

Mr. and Mrs. Tao Weng are like stars in the village, and their every move attracts much attention.

At the end of each day, Tao Weng would go around the mountain with the old lady, and then the old lady would go home. Tao Weng continued to turn, sometimes in the fields, sometimes in the village, and liked to talk to the villagers about farming.

Lilac and Ding Zhen walked over there together.

Lilac wears a lilac embroidered light Luo dress, Ding Zhen wears a pink silk dress, and Aya'er wears a green muslin bijia.

The three beautiful little girls were like a landscape in the village, followed by a big black dog.

Tao Weng and Old Lady Tao's eyes were immediately drawn to the past.

Lilac and Ding Zhen walked to the foot of the peach tree and stopped, about a foot away from the old couple. There were many peaches on the tree, and the small peaches were green and red, but they could not be eaten, and they were sour and astringent.

Lilac puffed out her round eyes and looked at the Tao Weng couple. Ding Zhen lowered her eyelids, shook Lilac's hand, and quietly reminded, "Sister Xiang, you can't look at people like that, it's rude."

Lilac let out an "oh", lowered her eyes and looked up at them. I'm a little baby now, and I'm a bold little baby, so I should have this expression when I treat curious things.

Tao Weng was in his early sixties, dressed in cloth and wearing straw sandals. The hair on the top of the head is sparse and tied up on the top of the head along with the hair at the back, as small as a horn. He is very thin, and his face is wrinkled like a knife, but he is very energetic.

This is an attempt to stand with the peasant class.