Chapter 288 A fist can kill a tiger (third update)


Chapter 288 A fist can kill a tiger (third update)

Going to bed at night, Mr. Tan and Lao Yangtou were talking about Yang Huamei during the day.

"Mei'er seems to be really serious about that boy from the old Luo family." Mrs. Tan said with a worried look on her face.

“Dad Mei’er, Lao Wu’s marriage has been decided. We have to work hard to find a good in-law for Mei’er!”

Hearing Tan’s words, Lao Yang’s head twitched silently. Burning dry tobacco.

"This is what you, the mother, should worry about. Whatever you say, then do it!" He said.

Ms. Tan nodded, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Seeing this, Old Yangtou asked again: "Looking at you like this, could it be that you have someone you like?"

Tan knew that nothing could escape the man's eyes, so he nodded again. nod.

"What do you think of Wang Shuanzi, the son of Wang Hong's family in the village?" asked Tan.

Old Yangtou narrowed his eyes and turned over the affairs of Wang Hong's family in his mind.

"Wang Hongquan is the brother of Li Zheng Wang Hongtao, and he is also a wealthy family in our village." Ms. Tan analyzed it carefully.

"Wang Hongquan and his wife have two daughters and one son."

"The two daughters are married in neighboring villages. The family has more than ten acres of fields and a yard, all of which are covered with bolts. ”

“Wang Hongquan and his wife only got such an embolism when they were in their thirties. It’s a baby pimple.”

"If Meier gets married, she will be the queen of wives." Mrs. Tan said with a smile.

Old Yangtou also nodded: "Wang Hongquan and his wife are well-known honest people in the village, and they would not dare to bully Mei'er."

"Life at home is pretty good, but... That Shuanzi's body is a little thinner, a little frail..." Old Yang said.

Tan curled her lips and said: "What is this? The pole is constantly bending. It is better to be weak. You can't bully our Mei'er!"

"If only that fist could kill a tiger's son-in-law , I really don’t feel comfortable marrying my daughter off!” said Tan.

Old Yangtou thought about it too.

Shuanzi's weakness is nothing, after all, there are many men from the Yang family here.

Catching up with the busy farming season, Hua Lala went over to help, making life easier.

Wang Hongquan is Li Zheng’s brother, and no one in the village dares to bully him.

"Sure, then go and ask later. Let's see what attitude there is first, and then we can discuss it!"

...

Snow particles fell at night.

One by one they hit the window, making a crackling sound.

Yang Ruoqing was lying in bed, still feeling cold, and everything her feet touched was ice cold.

The whole family has made cotton clothes and trousers, but the quilt on the bed has not had time to be changed.

They are all from previous years, thin and worn.

When she slept, she put all her cotton clothes and trousers on top of the quilt.

It still doesn’t matter.

She felt like a cold bird, hugging her body and shaking into a ball.

At this time, it would be great if there was air conditioning and heating in the house...

Even if you don’t have those, it would be nice to have an electric blanket for your bed!

No matter what happens, it’s good to have a hot water bottle to warm your feet!

The whole night passed in such a trance.

I woke up the next morning, opened the door and took a look.

Holy shit, it’s snowing heavily outside, and the ground is all white.

The ceiling of the pig nest opposite was covered with a thick layer of snow, and three little pigs were huddled inside, humming.

Yang Ruoqing rubbed her hands, no wonder it was so cold last night.

It turns out a snow is brewing!

"Sister, can we build a snowman in the morning?"

Da An pulled Xiao An and ran over happily. The two boys were wearing cotton clothes and trousers, and their exposed faces were red from the cold.

But the emotions were quite high.

Yang Ruoqing held Xiao An's cold fingers, rubbed them a few times, and took a few breaths of hot air.

He smiled and said to them: "We can make a snowman, but we have to wait until I clear the snow from the pig pen and add some straw to the piglets to keep them warm!"

"Okay!"

The two boys responded cheerfully, turned around and went to play in the snow in the yard.

Here, Yang Ruoqing ducked into the kitchen.

Wearing an apron, Mrs. Sun squatted at the door of the stove, filling the two pots at her feet with ashes from the stove bottom. Porridge was cooking in a small pot, and steam was rising from the edge of the lid.

With the bubbling sound of chirping.

"Mom, let me help you carry it."

Yang Ruoqing came over and stretched out her hands.

Sun said: "It's a little hot, so it's better for my mother to carry it."

The two earthen basins contained fuel such as wood chips and pine cones.

On top is placed burning fruit charcoal.

On top of the charcoal, cover it with a layer of stove bottom ash.

One is to cover smoke and dust, and the other is to keep heat, so that the fire in the pot can continue to burn.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't resist Sun and stayed in the kitchen.

The family had breakfast, and it was still snowing in the morning.

Yang Ruoqing and Sun worked together to tidy up the pig pen.

The cattail poles that were dried last time were brought closer to the pig nest.

Put them on the side to protect them from the wind.

"Ni'er, luckily you posted these cattails last time, they will come in handy now!"

Sun praised them as she did so.

Yang Ruoqing raised her lips and smiled.

Sun asked again: "Where did the cattail sticks go?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "I broke them off a few days ago and put them in a twine bag."

"What are you doing by breaking off those cattail sticks?" asked Sun.

Cattails are everywhere in the pond behind the village.

It is of no use and cannot be eaten by pigs or cows.

But my daughter is treated like a treasure, hey!

Yang Ruoqing couldn't tell what Sun was thinking, so she smiled and said, "******************, cattail sticks are quite useful, as you will know already."

Sun Shi stopped asking further questions.

She knew what her daughter was trying to do, so she wanted to hide it first!

After cleaning the pig pen, I built a snowman in the snow with my two younger brothers.

A broken broom was inserted diagonally into the snowman’s nose.

It made the two younger brothers extremely excited.

Especially Xiao An, jumping and screaming around the snowman.

"Okay, the fun is almost over. Come back to the house and warm yourself in the bucket, otherwise you will catch a cold."

When Mrs. Sun came out of the house, the woman scolded the children.

The face was clearly filled with a doting smile.

Yang Ruoqing also hurriedly urged them: "That's it for today. I'm afraid the snow won't stop for three or two days."

"Let's go inside to warm up by the fire, and then build a snowman tomorrow."< br>
In the house.

Yang Huazhong snuggled up on the bed as usual, holding a bowl of hot tea in his hand.

Da'an and Xiaoan got into the heating tub, and Mrs. Sun also put her feet in, and continued to do her needlework.

Yang Ruoqing found an excuse and went back to her house.

She sat on her small heating bucket and took out a pair of sewing dustpans that Sun bought for her.

Inside the dustpan, there are needlework scissors and several pieces of folded blue cotton.

Yang Ruoqing took out a piece of charcoal and started tracing on the spread cotton cloth...

Recalling the length and thickness of Luo Fengtang's fingers in her mind, she moved the charcoal pen in her hand. A stroke of pen on the cloth outlines the prototype of a pair of gloves...

Cut out the drawn glove pattern with scissors.

Using the reduced sample as a sample, I cut another side.

Overlap the two sides together, thread the needle and sew their edges together.

(End of this chapter)

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