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"Did you carve it yourself?"

Yang Ruoqing was shocked.

Polishing a comb is a delicate job.

It tests both skill and patience.

She glanced at the comb in her hand and then at his hand.

Isn’t this hand too skillful?

Thinking of something, she suddenly took his other hand and held it in front of her eyes to take a closer look.

Sure enough, there were fine and dense scratches on several fingers.

There are too many to count, like a spider web.

Either deep or shallow.

This reminded her of when she was in elementary school, sharpening pencils with a pencil sharpener...

"Does it hurt?"

She lowered her head and asked softly.

He smiled and shook his head: "A little skin injury is nothing..."

Before he finished speaking, his warm and soft lips gently covered his rough fingers.

Also falling together was wet liquid.

He was startled.

"Qing'er, you, what's wrong with you?"

He cupped her face.

Her eyes were covered with mist and her eyelashes were wet.

"Qing'er, you, why are you crying?"

he asked, a little panicked.

"Is the comb I made too ugly? I'm sorry. I, I will definitely go to town to buy a better-looking one next time..."

"No!"

She shook her head and cut off his words.

"This is the most beautiful comb I have ever seen, and it is also the best birthday gift I have ever received."

"I like it so much."

"Tangyaozi, thank you!"

She looked at him and said with a smile.

He was a little confused.

Don't you just cry when you are sad?

How can you cry even when you are happy?

I really don’t understand what’s going on with girls!

At night, Yang Huazhou and Bao Suyun came over to chat and brought news of Yang Huamei's marriage.

"The date has been approved, and the dragon will raise its head on the second day of February, which is an auspicious day."

"Mei'er's wedding is scheduled for that day, and neither party has any objections," Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Huazhong nodded.

Yang Huazhou continued: "Lao Wang's family provides a wedding room, a wedding bed, a set of tables, chairs and a set of bedding."

"The bride price is not even half a penny, the dowry is posted here by the girl."

"The argument given by Lao Wang's family is that the burn from the embolus has only healed 40%, and the money for subsequent medication and treatment is not enough."

"My parents have no objection to this," he said.

Yang Huazhong then nodded.

Gossip is a woman’s nature.

Mrs. Sun couldn't help but ask, "What kind of dowry do our parents plan to give Mei'er?"

Yang Huazhou thought for a moment and said: "Two sets of clothes and shoes for each season, and two sets of quilts, pillows, towels and cotton wool for the bed."

"Clothes, cabinets, basins, buckets, etc., and a dowry of four taels of silver."

"Didn't you sell two acres of paddy field years ago and get eight taels of silver?" Yang Huazhong finally spoke up.

Yang Huazhou said: "Originally I planned to give six taels, one tael for visiting relatives during the New Year, and one tael for the Yongxian Academy after the spring."

"But the second brother and second sister-in-law made a scene."

"My parents picked out two taels from Mei'er's six taels and gave them to Lan'er as a dowry," Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Huazhong was stunned.

"So, the wedding date of Lan Yatou and Lao Mu's family has been decided?" he asked.

Yang Huazhou shook his head.

"The old Mu family just sent a matchmaker to propose marriage, but Mu Zichuan hasn't even come to acknowledge the marriage yet!"

"Oh." Yang Huazhong nodded and stopped asking.

On the afternoon of the seventh day of the lunar month, every household placed a string of short whips in front of the chicken coop.

Intended to drive away weasels.

Pray that poultry and livestock will grow smoothly in the coming year.

While having dinner, there was thunder outside.

After a while, the rain started to fall.

Yang Huazhong put down his chopsticks, looked at the rain outside, and said, "It's spring today!"

Mrs. Sun was also very happy: "It's good to have spring, the cold weather is finally over."

Yang Ruoqing was immersed in eating rice when she heard the word "Dachun" and was startled.

"Dachun" is a dialect.

It should be the beginning of spring, right?

Sure enough, Yang Huazhong's next words confirmed her guess.

"This year the spring campaign was late. In previous years, it was at the end of the twelfth lunar month." He said.

"As the old saying goes, it is rainy at the beginning of spring, and it is dark and damp until Qingming."

"It rained a lot in the first half of the year!" he said.

Sun nodded in agreement.

"When the rain stops, the rapeseed and wheat in the fields will start to grow," she said.

"We need to take care of the farm work!"

Yang Huazhong nodded: "I have never taken a look at the two acres of land in Lijiacun that I purchased a few years ago."

"When the weather clears up, it's time to go over and tidy up."

…

The lingering spring rain.

When the rain stopped and the sky cleared, it was already the twelfth day of the first lunar month.

While having breakfast, Luo Fengtang came over as promised.

There are bows and arrows in the quiver, hatchets, daggers, and a pile of ropes at the waist.

Mrs. Sun stuffed dry food into the two people while giving instructions.

"It has been raining for so many days. The roads in the mountains are slippery and difficult to walk on. Don't go too far. You must come back before the sun sets..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and put away the dry food: "Mom, don't worry, we will just walk around the outside of the mountain today."

Ever since the New Year's Eve dinner, she has been anxious every day.

What happened a few years ago was a waste of people and money.

After thirty years of hard work, I returned to before liberation.

At present, the entire family's wealth is only 700 yuan.
To be continued...