Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

1918: Wordscapes Uncrossed Jungle-Vine 15 Answers

It is another annual festival.

The days in Xinghua Village are getting better and better. Every new year and festival, the whole village is filled with joy and joy, and cheerful laughter can be heard in all corners.

On the snow-covered trail in the village, the children's silhouettes jumped and shuttled, and the sound of single firecrackers popped out from somewhere in the village from time to time, followed by the children's cries and excitement.

The Liu Family Courtyard posted the Red Spring Festival Couplet as usual, but the atmosphere in the courtyard was not as happy as in previous years.

Elder Liu, wife Liu, empress queen and Qin Lao, and other elders gathered in the hall and grilled around the brazier.

New Year's Eve, there are not many smiles on everyone's face.

Two couples, Liu Daliu, sat in some of their positions later. At this time, they were afraid to talk, so as not to accidentally poke the horse honeycomb, they were immediately bitten.

"Forget it, be happy, at least Red Bean is back, isn't it?" Mrs. Liu patted her thighs, pretending to comfort everyone.

Did nothing.

Father Liu still sighed, "Well, Hongdoudou is back. Why don't you come back?"

"You said you old man, why do you remember this matter? Did n’t Hongdou say that there are things to do in July 7th, and he has returned to his tribe and has become the young master in the tribe, it must be the whole thing. It ’s too busy. After you become a young master, you probably wo n’t be coming back for Chinese New Year. ”

That's right, everyone knows it.

Father Liu was silent for a while, and then whispered, "Why don't you want to come back, how can there be a home outside ..."

This remark made everyone feel a little sad.

With a quick whistle, the silver-haired lady lowered her face with a burning tongs and sank her face, "Is it not enough for the Chinese New Year to have a good meal? Have you cooked it yet?"

Sanlian's question about rice shocked the people, and they looked at each other with guilty conscience.

They sat here all morning worrying and forgot to cook.

Qin Xiao was the first to respond. He stood up with his whole clothes in motion, holding his hands on his back, sweeping his eyes around him with a majestic pressure on the guilty conscience, and his neck could not be straightened.

"Hey, look at my memory. I actually forgot to watch the hour. How can I have no food for the Chinese New Year. Walk around, Xiulan, Rhododendron, and send me a stove to help me!" Already.

Liu Da looked at Liu Erxiang and said, "Let's go to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables." The two also retreated.

There were three people left next to the brazier.

Father Liu looked at the veteran general who was standing there without anger. "There are only two old guys left. Put on a chessboard for a game?"

"The old man is fine, let's change the day." If the old general said nothing, the wind was gone.

The lady with silver hair clipped a large carbon head with burning money, and patted it skillfully on the ground. The carbon head was torn apart and her voice was crisp.

Father Liu stood up, "I went to the stove to set fire."

The house was crowded, and only the lady was left.

Picking up the black charcoal that was photographed on the ground, and slowly throwing it into the brazier, the lady snorted, "One by one, it won't work without a day of lessons."

A group of deterred people began to perform their duties, and finally restored the atmosphere that a courtyard should have.

The small courtyard behind the second courtyard is another scene.

As the king of Nanling who was jeopardized by countless people, Feng Qingbai had already turned a dozen circles in front of her daughter's room, and her brows frowned so that she could knot several knots.

After a few thoughts, I still didn't go in to disturb my daughter who was lying on the windowsill and watching the snow broken.

"Mother Moruo. Shengsheng, why don't you ask?"

(End of this chapter)