Women are sensual, regardless of age. Compared with Ye Pingyuan, who still has some palpitations, his wife Qu Shuhua and Mrs. Qu are much more emotional.

The little old lady in her early sixties looked like she was in her fifties, with her hair in a bun at the back of her head and fixed with a wooden hairpin.

As soon as he entered the house, he took off his white-washed military coat, wore a dark blue slanted jacket with small white flowers, and wore a pair of black cotton pants underneath, and used to patching up a few patches.

"How?"

At this moment, she was returning to the back room after washing her face, smiling and smearing cream on the mirror, and then grabbed Sanqi on the kang to wipe her face.

Although they had only arrived in Maliutun for two days, Mrs. Qu was obviously infected and moved by a strong human touch in the countryside.

"Very simple and welcoming. ”

"I loved it here. ”

Such a small village is remote, but it is also full of organs. There are specialties, food, stories, nostalgia, and a strong human touch.

As long as you stroll in the countryside and meet oncoming people at any time, everyone is full of smiles between their eyebrows and eyes, and even a greeting is simple and sincere.

If you meet someone who is familiar with her daughter, after a short meal with the parents, they will definitely pull you and ask you to be a guest.

In any courtyard, on the left hand side is a golden bud rice stick, and on the right hand side, there must be red bunches of chili peppers, exuding charming colors everywhere.

The sun rises in the east, the afternoon in the countryside, the twilight gradually rises, and the moon is quiet on a quiet winter night...... Mrs. Qu wanted to use her beloved brush to paint the next painting one by one.

Pity......

Her wife still has low emotional intelligence for decades.

Rational as Ye Pingyuan Ye Lao, as soon as he heard his wife's beautiful laughter, he poked the truth and said, "Now is the cat winter of the nine cold days." ”

"That's what happened. Grandma, there are still many people in Tunzi who do volunteer work outside, and there is no requirement to work every day at this time of the year. ”

"Your grandmother is not as knowledgeable as you. Ye Lao took off his shoes and patted his little grandson on the kang, "Come into the bed and lie down, you will be in trouble if you catch a cold." ”

Can Mrs. Qu know?

She glanced at Ye Lao angrily. I believe that it didn't take long for her to learn to roll her eyes to show her strong dissatisfaction, but at this moment she could only choose to ignore it.

Fortunately, they are all husbands and wives who have been in the middle of their lives, and Old Man Ye, who has been immersed in medical skills at the critical moment, remedied it in time, "But this is really good." ”

Many?

Even if he can speak five Chinese, his skills to coax his old wife still haven't lit up. Ye Lao could only look sideways at Mrs. Qu: Where is my book?

"Do as the locals do. ”

Ye Lao, who was accustomed to flipping through books before going to bed, shrugged his feet helplessly and spread his hands, "Okay, I'll accompany you to chat, do you want to stop having some hair?"

Mrs. Qu smiled. "We have settled down, but I don't know how Lao Chen and them are doing now?"

Old Man Ye's faint sigh sounded in the room.

Obviously, this is not a pleasant topic, and Mrs. Qu actually regretted it a little as soon as she said it. She was a little depressed, so she helped her little grandson fold the quilt and turned off the lights.

Sleep, just fall asleep.

Her husband and wife have already added a lot of burden to their son-in-law, and it is so difficult to get people again. I hope that the old friends can get through the difficulties and have a chance to meet again in their lifetimes.

As the night wore on, the lights went out.

Uniform snoring, one after another, seems to be there or not.

Being able to sleep comfortably on the hot kang in winter seems to be able to make up for all the sleep owed in the year.

But the kang is not a thing that can be warmed up overnight by stuffing firewood before going to bed. In the second half of the night, once the firewood in the stove is gone, the kang is no longer hot.

The same goes for walls of fire.

Can it heat up without burning it?

But if you want to heat up, you must have firewood.

Therefore, when the snow falls in winter, every household has to go to the mountains to collect firewood, and then use a plow to pull it home to store enough firewood for a year.

In a way, it's the same as whether this pig is fattened or not, to see if anyone will live, just look at the other party's firewood stacks.

The people who live by the mountains don't even have a few stacks of firewood, which will definitely be looked down upon. In the words of the old man, life must not be good.

The Guan family didn't say how diligent Guan Youshou and his family were, but Guan Ping'an began to intentionally collect firewood as soon as it was late autumn. And she's aiming for the same thing.

In addition to the pine needles used to start the fire, the wooden halberds are the pimples and tree roots that cannot be split. The dead trees in the mountains can't help her.

In the backyard of the bamboo house, there are stacks of bud rice straw, wheat straw and bean straw, and on their sides are old tall wooden halberds, pimples and tree roots.

Actually.

If you want her to say that the best thing to burn on the kang is soybean straw.

When it burns, there is a "rush" energy. At one point, it crackled, the fire was particularly strong, and it was particularly "hard", and it didn't burn for a while, and the kang was hot.

And other bud rice straw, bud rice leaves and wheat straw burning kang can't catch up with soybean straw. It's been burning for a long time, and the kang is not hot, and it's busy enough.

However, sometimes soybean straw and wood halberd cannot be compared. For example, it is not as troublesome as a halberd when it burns, and it takes a long time.

It's not even as good as the pimple heads and roots she has specially collected.

These two things become good things in the winter.

As long as you use the primer to stuff a pimple or tree root into the stove pit before going to sleep, and then block the stove door with an iron plate. Don't look at them, they can't get up on the open fire and are slow, but they can keep them sleeping hot all night.

It stands to reason that there is no need to get up in the middle of the night to add firewood, lying on the kang with only a quilt can be extremely hot, but it is not just a dream, Guan Ping'an has insomnia.

In fact, whether to learn double-sided embroidery or not is dispensable for her. After all, her mother is by her side now, and people are more important than things.

It's just that seeing her father the same again, she coaxed her into the trap sentence by sentence, she didn't want him to have any regrets in this life, so she just learned.

Besides, it's really not difficult for her to learn anything, she has always learned everything faster than others. It's talent, but she's also worried.

I learned embroidery from Mrs. Zhao before, if she didn't happen to have a foundation, she was almost caught by the old lady and couldn't take a step.

But if she wants to keep improving, and through her contact with Mrs. Qu tonight, she always feels that this old lady is not as cute as Mrs. Zhao.

seems to be easy-going, but judging from the other party's behavior of drinking soup without making a sound when eating, you can imagine how miserable it is to learn double-sided embroidery with this old lady.

She, she, she's definitely not going to have a good life.

By the way, by the way, I'm still afraid of dogs.

How cute are her sunspots...... Can a cat compare to her little brother who can hunt, pull a plow, ride a horse, and deliver letters?