Changping Village.

"It's snowed so much these days that the road up the mountain is buried. In some areas, the terrain is so rough that when you step on it, the snow is buried up to your knees, making it impossible to walk at all..."

"There are no people in the Taoist temple, not even a ghost. Director Yuan simply closed the door of the Taoist temple to clean up the cultivation. He left Xiao Mo there to wait on him, and the rest of us were all sent home..."

Yang Huaming came to Yang Huazhong's house to visit, and sat around the charcoal brazier, warming his hands and feet while talking to Yang Huazhong and the others.

Yang Huazhong looked at the heavy snow falling outside the house with a worried look on his face.

"It's been three days, and there's no momentum to collect at all. If it continues like this, the road will be blocked, and secondly, I'm worried that some houses in the village will collapse..."

Changping Village is the largest village in Shiliba Village, with nearly 200 households.

Forty percent of families rely on transport teams, herb collection teams, do some small business, or have a large family and take care of farm work diligently, or they rent other people's fields to achieve food and clothing, and live in large tile-roofed houses.

In the days of , the remaining 60-person family is still struggling to make ends meet.

They lived in low mud and thatched houses, and they didn't have a good meal. Some of the families were headed by lazy people, and they even gave birth to babies in the hope of death. The whole family couldn't find a pair of decent trousers in the middle of winter.

The whole family wears the same pair of trousers. If the man wears it, his mother-in-law cannot go out. If the mother-in-law wears it, the man has to wrap it up in bed at home.

What Yang Huazhong is most worried about is that if such a blizzard happens again, what will happen if the house collapses?

"I can't do anything about the master's affairs today. Let's take our village chief Rong's family as an example. I told him in the spring that he would find someone to renovate the house. That house was still where his father was still alive.

It was repaired when it was built, but now it has fallen into disrepair after so many years. The Changrong family is crowded in it like a pigsty. It leaks and rains everywhere, but it doesn't stop. It's snowing now, and I'm most worried about it.

It’s the Evergreen family.” Yang Huazhong continued.

Yang Huaming pouted: "In the past, I thought I was the most useless person in Changping Village, but now I find that Changrong is even more useless than me."

"He played with me all his life. At that time, he relied on his father to help him get a wife and gave birth to three sons. But he showed off in front of me for a long time. What about now?

Ever since his father passed away, his family has been getting worse day by day. I still know how to find some jobs to support the family, but Evergreen is simply lazy. He relied on his father to marry a wife, but

Now his three sons are all singles. His wife died of illness last year. Now there are four bachelors living in the three thatched houses at home. The eldest girls and young wives in the village dare not pass by his house for fear that some of them will suddenly become popular.

The blinded bachelor is howling and screaming to be a hooligan..."

"Pfft..."

Yang Ruoqing came in from outside holding an umbrella. She happened to hear Yang Huaming say this and couldn't help laughing.

"Fourth Uncle, what you said about Changrong's family is too terrifying!"

"Qing'er, what I said about your fourth uncle is a bit exaggerated, but it's not bad at all. That Changrong is shameless and wants to help his eldest son marry me."

"What? The eldest son of the Changrong family wants to marry the third girl?" Yang Ruoqing closed her umbrella and placed it at the door, then stamped her feet to remove the snow from her soles.

Yang Huaming said: "Isn't that the case? In such a family, any girl who marries her will suffer. I refused right away."

Yang Ruoqing entered the house, and Yang Huazhong pointed to the empty fire bucket next to him and said, "Qing'er, go and sit in the fire bucket. That's the fire pot your mother made after breakfast. The fire is still strong."

Yang Ruoqing took off her shoes and sat in the fire barrel. There were still several pairs of shoe soles baking in the fire barrel.

She stepped directly on the insole of her shoe, which was warm and extremely comfortable.

"Dad, where are my mother and Xiaohua?" she asked.

Yang Huazhong said: "Hua'er should be staying with Fuwa in the backyard. Your mother doesn't know what to do in the kitchen, so she didn't come over to warm herself by the fire."

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

Yang Huaming joked: "This shows that my third sister-in-law is a good woman who can't sit still and can take care of the house. She is not like Mrs. Liu in the past, who slept in all the time and was as lazy as a snake."

Yang Huazhong just laughed.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Fourth uncle, you are talking about the former fourth aunt. Today's fourth aunt is said to be very capable. She manages the small business very well."

"Have you heard about it too? Hey, she rented a stall in Wa City to sell vegetables and fruits." Yang Huaming said.

"I heard that He'er and Kang Xiaozi both sold vegetables with the fourth aunt?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Yang Huaming nodded: "Well, I'll take them all with me. The ladies are very popular in the town."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "What? Fourth uncle, are you jealous?"

Yang Huaming stared: "What are you talking about? Why would a man like me be jealous of her small business?"

Yang Huazhong couldn't help but said: "Fourth brother, don't mention it. The fourth brother and sister have been working on their own in the past two years. It's like a different person. You are not very old. You are all in your early forties. From now on

There are still decades left in half your life, so why don’t you go find your fourth younger brother and sister, even if they are all good, they will not be as good as your original wife!"

Yang Huaming was stunned for a moment, his eyes brightened, but then he shook his head like a rattle.

"A good horse doesn't turn around, so I don't care about her!"

"What? Is the fourth uncle still waiting for Aunt Xiaojuan?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

As soon as he heard Xiaojuan's name, Yang Huaming's face darkened.

"Qing'er, you really don't know how to talk. It's not good to mention anyone but her. The biggest mistake I, Yang Huaming, have done in my life is to waste time on her, which has caused my wife and I to be separated. Our family is not like family.

people!"

Yang Ruoqing quickly apologized and said, "Okay, okay, I won't tell you if I don't tell you."

Soon Mrs. Sun came over, her head wrapped in a scarf, her face still red from the cold.

"Oh, the snow is really heavy. The cabbage was all covered by the snow. I pulled it out for a while before I pulled out a basket."

"Mom, why don't you wear the scarf I gave you? Look at your cold face..."

Mrs. Sun smiled and said: "Your scarf is so good, wouldn't it be a waste for me to wear it while doing rough work?"

Yang Huaming joked: "Third sister-in-law goes back to visit relatives in the first month of the year."

Mrs. Sun nodded: "That's right, leave the visiting relatives to support the scene."

Yang Ruoqing looked helpless and quickly reached out to Mrs. Sun: "Mom, come and sit in the fire barrel to warm your hands and feet."

Mrs. Sun sat in the fire barrel, next to Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, those vegetable sprouts covered with snow are fried with lard. They taste delicious and sweet. You can take a handful back and fry them later."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear to take the cabbage sprouts that her mother had pulled out from the snow. She grabbed Sun's hands that were as cold as carrots and dried them in the fire barrel. She said, "Mom, no need. I saw my stove when I came here in the morning."
Chapter completed!