The first day of the Lunar New Year, the beginning of the new year, is a day to pay New Year's greetings.

After breakfast, Feng Qingxue put on ugly makeup, took her sister out, and greeted the elders of the clan who saw her, but did not come to the door.

She did this, and she won a lot of favor.

At this time, every family can't eat enough, and everyone is shy in their pockets, how can they give New Year's money? Except for the relatives and juniors who kowtow to the elders in the family for a few cents of New Year's money or a little snack, other relatives and friends just say hello when they go out to meet.

Although everyone hopes that the younger generations in the clan will come to pay New Year's greetings to themselves to show their respected status, some people really have nothing to entertain, and some people are reluctant to let the younger generations come to pay New Year's greetings to go back empty-handed, the younger generations are not happy, and the elders' faces are not good-looking. Therefore, the behavior of the wind and snow can be called empathetic.

After turning around, Feng Qingxue found that the Caohu Brigade did not have an obvious New Year's atmosphere.

Although there are Spring Festival couplets praising the great men of our time, and occasionally there is a little smell of meat, but the sound of firecrackers cannot be heard, and many people are either thin or puffy and have no trace of New Year's joy on their faces.

Eating and dressing up in the coming year is their greatest wish for the New Year.

Feng Qingxue told her sister very sensibly not to let her go out to talk about her family's New Year's situation.

"Of course I know, Sister, I'm not stupid, so I won't tell others about the good things in our family." What should I do if I am snatched away by someone with a red eye? You won't be able to eat anything delicious.

Hearing this, Feng Qingxue, who was full of sorrow, rubbed her head, "Ghost girl! ”

"Hee-hee!" Feng Qingyun smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"Xiaoxue!" Aunt Feng stood at the shelter with plenty of sunlight, pulled the passing wind and light snow, and led her to join the sunbathing chat group composed of nearby men, women and children.

In winter, everyone likes to go out in the sun and chat to relieve boredom.

A group of children between the ages of two and three and teenagers are playing in front of them, some using slingshots, some throwing sandbags, some playing with mud, and some children playing games that they can't name in the light wind and snow.

Feng Qingyun's eyes lit up, he turned his head to look at Feng Qingxue, saw her nodding, and quickly ran to the group of children.

Feng Qingyun is already beautiful, and under the care of her sister, she is dressed up neatly and decently, which is very different from most of the children who are pitch black, but it is very attractive for children to play with her.

Everyone has a love for beauty, whether they are young or old.

People who are good-looking are always easy to get the favor of others.

Seeing the scene of her sister having fun, Feng Qingxue listened to the topic of everyone's chat with confidence.

"Is Hongling born? I haven't seen her come out recently, so it's supposed to be these two days. Someone asked Hongling's father.

Hongling's father was chatting with a laborer about the crops in the field, and when he heard someone ask about his daughter, he hurriedly said: "Her mother went to Guangcheng's house early in the morning, and I am also waiting for news." ”

In other words, Hongling is giving birth.

The woman who asked the question listened and said with a smile: "Look at Hongling's belly and know that it must be a kid, you can rest assured, our brigade has not had an accident in the lunar month this year, and the child must be safe." ”

Even in a year of famine, new life is always blessed by everyone.

It's a pity that human life is not determined by blessings, and in the evening, I heard that Hongling gave birth to a boy, and before the two families of the mother-in-law had time to be happy, the child died at night.

Feng Qingxue heard about it the next morning, and when she heard the news, she was preparing brown sugar eggs to give to Hongling for confinement.