Reborn Farmer's Businesswoman

Chapter 172 New Year (2)

Although I have a lot of plans in my mind, I can't eat hot tofu or swallow hot buns in one bite, so I have to be down-to-earth in everything.

The remaining half of the dry land has not been filled. Now there is heavy snow and the permafrost is as hard as iron. The soil can only be dug after the ice and snow melt.

Two days after she returned to her natal home, the young and old of the Lin family had already cleaned up the house and chopped a lot of firewood.

Han Qing suddenly became idle and felt a little uncomfortable.

She couldn't help laughing, was she born to be a hard worker?
She couldn't help leaving the Lin family and walking in the snow alone.

It has been half a year since I came to ancient times, only to realize that I have never looked at this small mountain village properly.

I saw a piece of snow all around, covered with silver, and the branches were covered with glittering ice crystals. The mountains in the distance were gray and white, lonely and quiet, like a lightly splashed ink painting scroll, like a poem and a painting.

As she walked forward, a person greeted her not far away.

The moon-white gown seemed to melt him into the ice and snow, and his stern face became more and more severe, until the man met her gaze, and the coldness faded away in an instant, and his eyes were soft.

"Qing'er."

The woman is wearing an ink blue dress and a blue and white plush cloak, holding a hand stove in her hand, smiling slightly, clean and comfortable.

"Give you."

Han Qing stepped forward, handed the stove to the man, and immediately pushed the man along the road slowly.

"But you just came back? Are your father-in-law and mother-in-law okay?"

"They are all well, and my father also said that next time I go back to my mother's house, I must take you with me. You two have a drink." Han Qing smiled, and then caught a glimpse of the big wooden box on his lap, and couldn't help asking: "What is this?" ?”

"This is the carpentry tool that my master gave me. Let me go back and study it first, and I will teach it later in the year."

Han Qing clenched her small fists and said solemnly, "Come on, Mr. Xianggong!"

"Come on?" Lin Youtian was full of doubts: "But there is no gas at home?"

"Hahahahaha~~~"

Han Qing couldn't help laughing a few times, and said: "Come on, it means encouragement, and it means cheering for you."

"Why do you need to cheer, but you have to eat enough to have the strength to cheer?"

"It's interesting to explain it that way."

"..."

Snowflakes fell on the shoulders of the two of them one after another, the woman smiled sweetly, and the man had a gentle face, and smiled indulgently from time to time.

In the world of ice and snow, the beauty is like a picture scroll, only mandarin ducks are envied but not immortals.

***
The next day, it was the 28nd of the twelfth lunar month.

For the first time in ten years, Lin Youtian is looking forward to the New Year so much.

Spreading out the cut red paper, Lin Youtian waved his hand, and the pen moved like a dragon and snake, swaying the pen and ink.

Han Qing looked at it pleasing to the eye, carefully took the pair to dry, and handed it to Lin Shiliang who was waiting outside the door.

Lin Shiliang stepped on the high stool, and Han Qing's sisters-in-law were standing next to them to direct the position. After pasting the pairs, they hung up the lanterns high, and the bright red color immediately made it more festive.

Lin Dazhi by the door couldn't wait any longer, and even shouted inside: "Third Brother, hurry up and set off the cannons!"

Lin Youtian pushed the wheelchair and walked out, holding Huozhezi's hand, a little excited.

He lightly blew on the torch, and the scene in front of him seemed like a world away.

As soon as the fire starter ignited, Lin Dazhi threw it away in a hurry. Everyone immediately covered their ears, staring at the crackling firecrackers that exploded into sparks, and laughed from ear to ear.

Lin Youtian's heart felt hot, and his eyes fell on Han Qing, his eyes became a world.

In previous years, at most, it was extravagant to cut two catties of meat and eat a big bowl of white rice.Now not only are firecrackers set off, but also a lot of New Year's goods are bought, which is more abundant than any previous year.

Mother Han and her family members began to make dumplings, steam buns, marinate bacon, and prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Holding the spatula, Han Qing blinked and said, "Today, I'm going to cook nine dishes, not perfect, but long-lasting!
(End of this chapter)