"Mom, this is the first time that Brother Liu comes to our house for dinner. Can you please stop thinking so much? Besides, Brother Liu is such a good person, and his thoughts are all about his deceased wife. He is a good man, but I am not worthy of him.

People."

Mrs. Liu's face turned dark: "You are the current village beauty of our village. There are countless people in the town who want to marry you as their daughter-in-law. It's because you are too high-minded. How can you not be worthy of Liu Xueyun, the widower? You are worthy.

Get on!"

The third girl blushed, "Mom, don't talk about this anymore. If you talk too much, I will be embarrassed to speak when I see Brother Liu."

"Okay, okay, don't say it, don't say it, as long as you don't repay the favor with your body, mother doesn't want you to marry so far away, let alone marry someone else." Ms. Liu reached out and took the empty bowl from the third girl.

But the third girl grabbed Ms. Liu's wrist and told her seriously: "Mom, please don't call me a widower, okay? She is my savior, and we have to respect her."

Mrs. Liu was startled for a moment, then explained: "Aren't I just having a heart-to-heart talk with you behind closed doors? Don't worry, I definitely wouldn't say that outside."

But the third girl still didn't let go: "Mom, don't say anything when you talk to me. Some titles are hard to change once they become smoother after being said a few times. When the time comes, you won't be able to take it back if you say it outside."

When Mrs. Liu saw the serious look on the third girl's face, she could only relax and said: "Okay, okay, you are right, everything you say is right, mother will listen to you."

"Thank you, mother." The third girl smiled and finally let go.

Mrs. Liu walked out with the empty bowl and told the three girls: "Get dressed and get out of bed. The dinner is ready and you can eat it in the kitchen."

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

After Mr. Liu left, the third girl reached under the pillow and touched the robe, feeling a little distracted...

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.

When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

The breeze is accompanied by drizzle, and the March wind is filled with the fragrance of rapeseed flowers.

In such a season, the Tomb-Sweeping Day is here, offering sacrifices to ancestors, commemorating and mourning.

In the morning, the women from all the rooms in Lao Yang's family gathered in the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house. Everyone was busy picking and washing vegetables and preparing for several tables of wine and food at noon.

Why?

Because last year Xiaohua gave birth to a Fuwa.

Taking advantage of this year's Qingming Festival to open the family tree and officially write down the children's names, Yang Huazhong invited all the Yang family over for dinner at noon.

In the hall in the front yard, brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou all gathered together, smoking cigarettes, drinking tea, and talking about going to the mountains to burn incense and offer sacrifices later.

Yang Huaming said: "What I am most worried about is whether the rain will get heavier. If so, the incense will not light up."

Yang Huazhou smiled and said: "I go to the mountains to burn incense in the twelfth lunar month. The weather is dry and I am afraid that the mountains will burn up. I am worried about it. It will rain during the Qingming Festival now, and I am worried about not being able to light the fire."

"We're here, we're at your third grandpa's house!"

With Yang Yongbai holding his son and Cuiping holding an umbrella beside him, the family of three arrived at the door of the main room.

Yang Huazhong quickly got up and came to the door of the hall, took the child from Yang Yongbai: "Ha, the little one is back for Qingming Festival. Come, come in and play, your brothers and sisters are all here."

In the house, Hong'er and the others were all there, and it was very lively. Yang Yongbai's son refused to stay in Yang Huazhong's arms after entering the house. When he got off the ground, he immediately went to play with Hong'er and the others.

Yang Huazhong invited Yang Yongbai and Cuiping into the house to drink tea.

Yang Yongbai greeted the other people in the hall obediently, all of them were uncles and cousins ​​at home.

Cuiping said: "Yongbai, keep an eye on the child while I go to the backyard to help Third Aunt and the others pick vegetables."

"Go on, go on!" Yang Yongbai waved his hand, pulled up a stool and sat down with Yang Yongqing. After sitting down, he took out a dry tobacco pole from his pocket and played with it in his hand.

"Oh, Yongbai, have you also learned to smoke dry tobacco?" Yang Yongqing asked curiously.

In farmers' households, men usually smoke dry cigarettes after they are thirty years old, and young men basically do not smoke. Of course, there are exceptions.

As for the reasons, there are many, but everyone thinks the most tenable one is that the mother-in-law is not allowed.

Young couples sometimes hug each other and kiss each other. The smell of dry tobacco is very strong, so it is not popular for young couples to smoke it. Those who smoke it are all middle-aged people.

The passion has been wiped out. The pleasure of smoking is far greater than kissing my own yellow-faced woman.

"Do you still need to learn this thing? If you can hold chopsticks, you can also carry a cigarette pole!" Yang Yongbai said with a smile, playing with the golden cigarette pole with his fingers. The cigarette holder is also inlaid with a dark green ring. Look.

It looks different.

"Ah, how old are you when you smoke dry cigarettes? Your Cuiping family won't let you kiss me at night, what can you do?" Yang Yongqing continued to tease.

Yang Yongbai grinned, "If she dares, if she dares not to let me kiss her, I will find some sisters for her later and scare her to death!"

Yang Yongqing laughed so hard that he laughed and patted Yang Yongbai on the shoulder: "Yongbai, please stop bragging. I don't know how many layers of skin you lost in order to marry Cuiping. How dare you find a little wife?"

Yang Yongbai snorted: "Today is different from the past. When a man has money, women will come over to him. Divorce an older man and marry a young and beautiful one. It's just like buying a dry cigarette. How simple.

What a matter!"

Having said this, Yang Yongbai shook the dry tobacco pole in his hand again, and the golden light was dazzling.

Yang Huaming was talking to Yang Huazhou when he was finally attracted by the movements of his nephews.

"Hey, Boy Bai's cigarette pole looks good. Can't you get one or two hundred coins for it?" Yang Huaming asked.

Yang Yongbai smiled: "Two hundred coins, you can get such a cut."

He gestured with his finger on the tobacco pole.

"Ah? Then if you calculate the whole stick, doesn't it cost one tael of silver?" Yang Huaming asked again.

Yang Yongbai laughed again and flicked the dark green cigarette holder with his nails, making a slight crisp sound: "Without the cigarette holder, it's only one or two silver. With this cigarette holder, you have to add more!"

"What is your smoking pole made of? Pure gold? Come on, come on, let me take a look."

Yang Huaming stretched out his hand, and Yang Yongbai threw the cigarette pole over.

Yang Huaming took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Yang Huazhou and Yang Huazhong also came over to see the novelty.

"Made of pure gold? Isn't it? How heavy is a smoking pole made of pure gold? It should weigh three or four ounces at least. Can you buy three or four ounces of gold for one, two taels of silver? I won't believe it to death.

!" Yang Yongqing bared his teeth and said.
Chapter completed!