I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 92 Buying New Year's Goods

When studying medicine, there are so many foreign language literatures.

The geniuses flew away first, and the stupid birds had to catch up a little bit.

She and Pingping are both little stupid birds.

It seemed like it was time for her to start teaching phonetic symbols.

……

The 25th of the twelfth lunar month.

Yu Shuishan, Li Lan and his wife took Yu Feiwan's three children out early.

The troops are divided into two groups.

Yu Shuishan rode his bicycle to play cotton.

Yu Feiwan and his party went to buy new year's goods.

As the New Year is approaching, people are coming and going in the town, and every household is carrying large and small bags.

"Can it be cheaper?"

"If I buy more, you can give me the cheaper price."

"When I return to the village, I will introduce it to my neighbors and ask them to buy it."

Li Lan held a basket on her arm and fought with the pork vendors for every cent.

The era is different, but the bargaining skills are the same.

The vendor said with a smile on his face, "This is already the lowest price."

"If you want it sincerely, I'll give you a dime per pound."

"Three cents." Li Lanshui raised a finger, "If it can be sold, I will happily buy more."

"If I can't sell it, I'll go to someone else's house and have a look."

"I think you want it sincerely. Sanmao is just Sanmao." The vendor stretched out his hand to stop Li Lan, who was about to leave.

"Sister, you are a lucky one."

"You three children seem to be filial and sensible. They are not like that little monkey in my house who would go to the house to uncover the tiles if we don't clean up for a day."

While cutting the meat, the hawker chatted skillfully about home cooking.

Li Lan also smiled and said, "If you are older and more sensible, you will be less worried."

“Have a good meal and come back next time.”

Li Lan took the pork and put it into the basket.

"Wouldn't this save a piece? With this piece, I can buy you more melon seed candies to eat."

"Eat more sweets during the Chinese New Year."

"Haihong, don't be restrained. Tell your aunt what you like to eat. Don't be embarrassed to say it."

Lin Haihong arched his eyebrows and smiled cutely, "Auntie, I'm not picky about food."

Walking along the long street, the bamboo basket slung on Li Lan's arm was already full.

"Go buy some cloth!"

Li Lan waved her hand and said, "Choose the color you like."

Yu Ping took Yu Feiwan's hand and smiled sweetly, "Feiwan, my mother's hands are very good. She can knit sweaters, put on cotton-padded jackets, cut clothes, and even sew new patterns on pudding."

"If you can draw it, mom can make it."

Yu Ping looked proud.

Yu Feiwan blinked and blurted out, "Then why haven't you learned anything?"

To be honest, Yu Ping is not an ordinary clumsy person when it comes to handicrafts.

She still remembers that during kindergarten and elementary school, every time they needed to complete manual work, including but not limited to homemade greeting cards and origami, it was the most nerve-wracking time for her and Yu Ping.

When it comes to this kind of craft work, her and Yu Ping's hands become decorations.

"Mom said I'm still young, so I shouldn't be in a hurry to learn."

"Study first, and when you have to learn it, you will be able to do it naturally."

Yu Ping answered seriously.

Yu Feiwan remained silent, his prediction was too optimistic.

Li Lan looked at the small stalls on the left and right and said casually, "It's okay if you can't learn."

"I will have a mother in the future."

Yu Ping put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows at Yu Feiwan, "With mom, everything will be fine."

Yu Feiwan was amused.

On how a mother’s baby girl is raised.

How many steps does it take to put something delicious in your mouth and wear it on your body?

One step at a time, call mom.It is said that I choose the color of the fabric myself, but at first glance, most of them in the market are black, blue, gray and green. The advantages are that they are stain-resistant, wear-resistant and popular.

After choosing and choosing, I saw the bright red cloth.

When she saw the big red cloth, Li Lan's eyes lit up with "red joy."

“It’s the Chinese New Year, it’s good to be happy.”

"Do you like it?"

Yu Feiwan blinked innocently and looked at it, handing over the decision-making power to Yu Ping and Lin Haihong.

Colorful and prosperous, this is a hobby that is rooted in the minds of Chinese people and will revive as they get older.

Yu Ping is different. Yu Ping has liked bright colors since she was a child.

"luv't."

Yu Ping nodded hurriedly.

Lin Haihong pursed his lips slightly, with a slight resistance in his eyes.

"It will definitely look good on you."

Yu Feiwan said sincerely.

The color red is definitely the perfect match for this young man who is so quiet and quiet.Mainly because he is good-looking and has white skin, and he looks good even wearing a sack.

There is no truly ugly person in this family.

Even Wang Qinxiu should have been very attractive when he was young.

Lin Haihong:......

"I obey the majority, so let's go with red."

He listens to cousin Fei Wan, and cousin Fei Wan listens to cousin Yu Ping.

This……

No need to ask him at all.

Seeing that the children liked it, Li Lan started the familiar bargaining process.

Yu Feiwan looked at Lin Haihong's slightly frowned eyebrows and smiled and promised, "It will really look good."

"You believe me."

Well, it mainly depends on my face.

Lin Haihong pursed his lips and turned away with a slightly unnatural expression.

Yu Ping added the knife, "This is shame."

Li Lan finally bought two colors of cloth: red, blue and black.

The assignment is simple and clear. Children wear red and are responsible for the celebration, commonly known as the atmosphere group.

Adults wear dark colors that are durable for daily wear and are collectively called the hard-working group.

One piece of clothing lasts three seasons.

I was so busy that I almost finished all my shopping. By the time it was time, it was already noon.

Just as the family was preparing to go back, they saw a little girl sitting on the back seat of Tian Yougen's bicycle from a distance.

Tian Yougen was riding very fast, but Yu Feiwan couldn't see it clearly.

Yu Feiwan frowned and asked uncertainly, "Is that Zhang Fengjiao?"

"It's a bit similar." Yu Ping was also very confused.

The father-daughter relationship between Tian Yougen and Zhang Fengjiao is like fire and water, and they hate each other.

Put together, it's not normal.

Li Lan grabbed Yu Ping who was about to follow her, "Why are you meddling in family matters behind closed doors?"

Yu Feiwan's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but think a little more.

Yu Feiwan winked at Yu Ping, stepped forward, and grabbed the hem of Li Lan's clothes, "Mom, can you secretly tell me if something happened?"

"You kid, at such a young age, you are constantly worrying." Li Lan's expression was very hesitant.

But Li Lan also knew that Feiwan was no ordinary child.

"I also heard this from people in the town who came to buy soy sauce at the soy sauce workshop yesterday. Not many people know about it, and they can't tell the difference between real and fake."

"Some people say that Zhang Fengjiao's uncle, who is now his adoptive father, has a baby outside."

"It is said that he will be brought back from the south at the end of the year and given to his wife and children to raise."

"It was said that Tian Yougen had taken advantage of their family a lot by raising Zhang Fengjiao over the years. Now that he has a son, he gave Zhang Fengjiao back, saying that he could not afford to support a family that loves to fight in the autumn wind."

"To be honest, Tian Yougen went too far."

"The money a man from the Zhang family earns outside to buy things will most likely go into Tian Yougen's pocket."

"There's only so much love, it won't be gone if it's exhausted."

(End of this chapter)