Yo, grandpa is here

Under the pillow, a small red cloth bag lay there quietly.

Qingqing picked it up with her hand and touched the hard particles inside.

It suddenly occurred to me that before Buli, I had seriously asked the women in the village how to transfer luck.

Qingqing listened, and among them was the method of wrapping a few red beans and mung beans in red cloth and carrying them with her for a few days.

She just regarded it as nonsense. In her opinion, people's luck should be won by their own strength.

The greater the ability, the more problems you can solve, and the better luck you will have.

But Buli listened carefully, and at some point after she came back, she secretly sewed one for her, and stuffed it under the pillow when she wasn't paying attention.

The fine stitches are the same as his previous handwork. Qingqing grasped the bag, thinking about her expression when she was doing this, the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously.

When she was confused, she seemed to be in an extremely dry place, dry and didn't know how to solve it.

The appearance of this red bag was like a clear stream flowing slowly through her heart.

She has learned how to curl her hair from Yao Yao Niang for so long, and she can understand her eyes but not her hands.

Qingqing looked at the red bag in her palm and repeated unconsciously: "The greatest happiness in life lies not in possessing something, but in the process of pursuing something."

Although she has seen many such eyes in the past, but when she has decided to bid farewell to the past, it is always sad to face such eyes again.

This expression made Yan Meier laugh, covering her mouth and laughing.

"Grandpa Zu can actually do this?!" Yan Meier raised her voice several times.

The tense feeling in my heart is much less, replaced by a sense of relaxation.Although she still can't fully understand the fireworks in this world, she is still working hard.

She boasted that her husband-in-law already loved her very much, but she didn't hold her hair in a bun like the grandfather of the clan?
"Uh, I'm too stupid. It's not that I don't know how to do it. It's just that the disks are always a bit broken." Qingqing's voice became weaker and weaker.

In my impression, her mother is the only one who likes to do such meaningless things.

"The grandma of the clan used to be from a rich family, so she must have been served by someone." Yan Meier quickly helped Qingqing make a complicated bun, and Qingqing stared at the bronze mirror, holding Yan Meier's little hand flamboyantly .

If this red bag wasn't made for Qingqing, if it wasn't from the hands of a talented student, Qingqing would laugh at the foolishness of those who believe it.

"I know more than this one, when I was in—"

Her family background is also disgraceful, women from good families can't avoid it, not to mention that the grandma of the clan is also the ancestor of the Yu family and has quite a prestige in the local area.

Qingqing straightened her bun and fastened on the wooden hairpin that Buli gave her.

Yan Mei'er has already got up, folded the quilt, and helped Qingqing tidy up the house, and when Qingqing woke up, she served warm water.

"Mei'er, do you have spells in your hands? How could you do such a complicated bun?!"

In Qingqing's impression, her parents' IQs were two extremes, a treacherous father and a silly and sweet mother, but these two had been together for half their lives.

Yan Meier shrank her shoulders, Qingqing didn't give her a chance to refuse, grabbed her little hand, led her out, and boasted: "Mei'er, your hands are really soft."

"Is your grandfather helping me on weekdays?"

"Meier, are you still used to living here?"

"Blessed by the grandmother of the Tuo family, everything is very good."

Qing Qing, whose IQ was inherited from her father, doesn't believe her mother's self-consistent logic, but old Comrade Chen is doting on her face, and seems to have said something very philosophical to her, what is it?

When she was a child, on the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, her mother would happily drive two hours to the nearby mountains, drag the whole family along, grab mugwort with other housewives, and take the opportunity to go out in the green.

It seems to be quite simple, but there is always something wrong in doing it. It is still a high level of comprehension, and you will be able to see it after a few glances.

Qingqing coughed twice guiltily.

Qingqing wiped her face, got up and was about to go out, Yan Meier stopped her, hesitated to speak, her eyes fell on the top of Qingqing's head.

Yan Meier wanted to say that she learned it when she was a singer, but she swallowed the words.

Buli actually still has time to tinker with this for her. He also said that she is full of energy, but in fact he is. After doing so many things by himself, he still has time to tinker with these little things.

"It's okay, I'll just wear a hat." Qingqing casually grabbed the hat and was about to put it on, Yan Meier looked as if she was about to faint.

Yan Meier squeezed out a wry smile that was uglier than crying, and followed Qingqing out as if she was being executed, she was ready to meet everyone's disgusting gaze.

One year, in order to pick this thing, she twisted her waist and came back to lie down for half a month, moaning. Qingqing, who was still a child at that time, asked her father curiously, is this a blessing or a disaster?
The old mother, who was lying on the bed and could not move, was very serious, saying that this is a small disaster that prevents a big disaster, and it must be a good thing.

After returning, they hung the mugwort on the door in a serious manner, saying that it was a good omen to exorcise evil spirits and bring good luck.

It was so densely packed that it was almost impossible to squeeze.

The courtyard of the ancestral hall was full of people.

"Shall I comb your grandma's hair?" Yan Meier asked cautiously, and added, "Grandma Zu, you don't know how to comb your hair, do you?"

It seems to be this sentence.

"You reminded me. There will be a meeting in the village later, and I will introduce you to everyone."

Qingqing followed her line of sight and touched her, maybe her hair was a little messy.

The two of them are actually quite busy now. Apart from solving the "hukou" problem of more than a dozen people, they are also constantly dealing with village affairs, large and small.

Seeing how virtuous she is, Qingqing coughed twice when she thought of how she behaved like an old man on weekdays.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter where you learned it, dexterity is real, you've been living with me these days, teach me, and tell me everything about needlework." Qing Qing Shanjie Satisfied to smooth things over.

These words were too awkward, and Xiao Qingqing didn't know what they meant at the time, but now she seemed to understand a little bit.

After all, with a good teacher like Buli by her side, she will always learn.

But Buli is a highly educated talent, he does not believe in ghosts and gods, and is a firm materialist, but he is still willing to spare his precious time and patiently make a small transfer bag for her.

"But you are so close to me, won't people outside gossip?" Yan Meier still had a lot of thoughts.

After taking a short nap, it was almost time when I woke up again.

After the men came back, the population suddenly increased, and it was bustling.

Seeing Qingqing leading Yan Meier over, the crowd parted, leaving a way for her to come over.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, where Qingqing was supposed to be standing, there was an extra chair. On the chair, I sat firmly on the donkey. When I saw Qingqing coming, I frowned, and my face was full of displeasure. Yan Mei, who was beside Qing, turned to disdain when she was a child.

"How could she enter our ancestral hall? Dirty the feng shui of the ancestral hall!"

Thanks for the reward of the rifle bullets, plus more to send