Nongmen Xianggong is a koi

Chapter 78 Worry
"Auntie, does the snowman I made look good?" Zhu Guangtai rubbed his reddened nose, raised his head and asked Jiang Mixia.

"Is this what you piled up?" Jiang Mixia pointed to the four images in front of her.

"Yes." Zhu Guangtai nodded vigorously, "I can pile it up."

"What about your uncle, didn't he pile up with you?"

"Yes, but he said he piled it up first and asked me to pile it up like he did, and then I did." Zhu Guangtai scratched his ears, "But I feel that my pile is a bit different from my uncle's pile. picture."

After hearing Zhu Guangtai's words, Jiang Mixia raised his eyes, and only then saw Song Jingyun busy in the snowdrift.

Because his whole body was covered with a layer of snow, when he glanced at the yard just now, he couldn't see anyone in the pile of snow. Now, if he looked carefully, he and the snowman he built could be seen.

In fact, the things Song Jingyun piled up are called snow animals rather than snowmen.

It was made in the shape of the clay puppets that Jiangmi Xia made in his daily life. They were smiling kittens, majestic big tigers, and Wang Wang standing guard with his head held high...

Each one looks vivid, and because it is made of white snow, it looks crystal clear, and it looks a little more aura than clay puppets.

"Not bad." Jiang Mixia looked at this and touched that, she couldn't put it down.

This can't be called a snowman, it's a work of art.

"It's really good." Jiang Mixia praised again.

Song Jingyun, who was praised by his wife, smiled, "It's okay."

"In the afternoon, you can call Chunyu and Maihua over to look at the things you piled up. They must like it very much." Jiang Mixia said, "You also take Zhu Guangtai to play together. Children tend to be afraid of strangers."

"No problem." Song Jingyun agreed, and led Zhu Guangtai to repair the four-faced snowman that Zhu Guangtai just built.

This pat, that shaved one, the original four look, soon took some shape.

This time it's a real snowman.

It was piled up according to the appearance of an ordinary woman, and even the hair bun and the creases of the clothes on her body had a preliminary outline.

Because of Song Jingyun's craftsmanship in making snowmen, Zhu Guangtai's eyes are full of stars, and he is full of admiration, "Uncle, you are really amazing!"

Yes, he also thinks that he is quite powerful.

After all, he is someone who is often praised by ladies!

Song Jingyun raised her chin.

In the afternoon, Jiang Chunyu brought Jiang Maihua over.

When the two saw all kinds of lifelike snow animals of different sizes and shapes in the yard, their eyes were straightened, and then they happily played among the pile of snow animals.

Zhu Guangtai was between Jiang Chunyu and Jiang Maihua in age, and he quickly got along with the two of them.

Throughout the afternoon, the children's silver bell-like laughter wafted in the yard.

Zhu Yongwu couldn't get out of bed, but he could hear Zhu Guangtai's laughter through the window and see the smile on his face.

He hadn't seen Zhu Guangtai happy like this for a long time.

Zhu Yongwu couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, but he also began to think in his heart.

It was a sunny day with a big sun for several days in a row.

As the temperature rises and the snow and ice melt, the road will soon be pedestrian-friendly.

Jiang Mixia hurriedly sent the last batch of goods from the year before to Zhengji.

When I went to the county to deliver the goods, I took Zhu Yongwu with me by the way, and went to the medical center to have a look at the ankle injury.

To save time, the two sides split up.

Jiang Mixia and Song Jingyun went to deliver the goods to Zheng Ji, while Jiang Youcheng took Zhu Yongwu to the medical clinic.

There has been a long period of cooperation, and shopkeeper Sun is also very relieved of the goods supplied by Jiang Mixia's workshop. He only took a rough look, counted the quantity, and settled the payment.

It can be said that the delivery went very smoothly.

After the goods were delivered, Jiang Mixia led Song Jingyun to buy some more things.

It's the middle of the twelfth lunar month, and it looks like the Chinese New Year is coming. There is no shortage of meat at home, but some dried fruit and cakes are also needed to enhance the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.

Knowing that the little son-in-law is greedy, Jiang Mixia was not polite when shopping, but she bought whatever Song Jingyun wanted and liked.

What melon seeds, walnuts, almonds, pine nuts, what dried apricots, pear sticks, hawthorn cakes, persimmon cakes, what lotus root powder osmanthus cakes, jujube paste yam cakes, crystal water chestnut cakes...

In short, when going back, Song Jingyun felt that his hands were not enough, but he was very happy in his heart.

Chinese New Year is really good.

It would be nice if it was New Years Eve every day.
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Jiang Youcheng's place is also going well.

Zhu Yongwu applied medicinal wine on time these few days, and did not get out of bed to walk around according to Dr. Yang's words. His injury recovered well. After seeing it, the doctor in the medical center only gave two plasters and told him to go back and apply one.

In addition, Zhu Yongwu was told to rest well, get out of bed less, and move less, so as not to fall into the root of the disease.

Knowing that his father's injury was fine, Zhu Guangtai's tense little face immediately eased up a lot, but at night, his little face was full of worry.

"Father, when are we going to find our great-grandfather?"

Seeing his son asking this suddenly, Zhu Yongwu patted his little head, "Why did you say this all of a sudden? Are you unhappy staying here?"

"No." Zhu Guangtai shook his head, "Uncle Chunyu is very good, so is Sister Maihua, Aunt Mi Xia is good, Uncle Jing Yun is even better...the people here are all very nice, I like them."

"Then why did you suddenly..."

Zhu Yongwu stopped talking in the middle of his sentence.

Yes, it is because I like this place that I am worried about when I will leave and when I will leave this favorite place.

"Father, why don't we stop looking for our great-grandfather and stay in Jiangjia Village?" Zhu Guangtai said timidly.

He had never met his great-grandfather, and he didn't know if his great-grandfather's family would like him. He felt happier here.

Zhu Yongwu looked at Zhu Guangtai.

During these days in Jiangjia Village, although he didn't go out in the house, the Jiangjia Village was lively, there were many people coming and going, and he probably knew the general situation of Jiangjia Village.

Most of the entire Jiangjia Village is friendly and kind.

The children were also very enthusiastic about Zhu Guangtai. Although they brought some academies they were not familiar with, they did not reject him in any way.

To be honest, Zhu Yongwu had a good impression of Jiangjia Village, and even had such an idea.

However, settling down is not an easy task...

Moreover, even if they wanted to stay here, Jiangjia Village might not accept them.

After Zhu Yongwu thought about it, he said, "Let Dad discuss it with your Uncle Cheng, okay?"

Seeing Zhu Yongwu let go, Zhu Guangtai was quite happy, and nodded excitedly, "Yeah!"

The next day, while having breakfast, Zhu Yongwu tentatively asked if there was anyone with a foreign surname in Jiangjia Village.

"Speaking of..."

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