"Your uncle said that you bought cloth and cotton to make cotton padded clothes. I came here to have a look. Anyway, I'm free at home now. I don't have anything to do. I'll come and see if I can help you."

As soon as Su Hongshan was pleased, she took her arm and led her to the yard:

"my aunt came at the right time. I was still trying to find you for help. I'm really not good at making clothes. I really have to trouble my aunt about this."

Su Hongshan said, directly took the village head's daughter-in-law into the room, pointed to the cloth and cotton on the bed, and said:

"can you see if we have enough of these cloth and cotton? Our family has two cotton padded clothes, and our three children are slightly larger than before. Han Dazhuang and I still follow the previous size."

The village head's daughter-in-law looked at the cloth on the bed and the cotton in the cloth bag on the ground. She was shocked and said:

"that's enough. How can you buy so many clothes? Let alone one person make two bodies. It's OK to make two more bodies."

"I'll trouble my aunt. Anyway, the cloth and cotton are all in my aunt's house. You can make some for our family."

Su Hongshan said, and went to get the money box, took out 500 Wen and handed it to the village head's daughter-in-law:

"this is the salary, please aunt."

The village head's daughter-in-law repeatedly refused: "no, no, just make clothes. Where can I ask for your money? Take it quickly. Besides, our family has earned money by your spicy soup, which should be taken care of."

"Auntie, you don't accept it. I'm sorry to ask you to do it later." Su Hongshan said with a smile.

"Besides, it's not one or two. Our family's inside and outside clothes, and cotton padded clothes, each person has several pieces. It's not a small matter. If my aunt doesn't collect money, I'm sorry to ask my aunt for help."

Su Hongshan insisted that the village head's daughter-in-law could not say anything. She hesitated for a moment, then took the money, counted 100 Wen, and returned the rest. She said with a smile:

"that's enough. You can keep the rest. Don't refuse any more, or next time you send it, I won't do it for you. What's more, it's just making clothes, it's not heavy work, and it can't be used so much."

Su Hongshan, of course, saw the persistence of the village head's daughter-in-law, so she didn't say anything. She collected the remaining 400 Wen and collected all the cloth and cotton, ready to let the village head's daughter-in-law take back in a moment.

The village head's daughter-in-law didn't stay much, and after talking to Su Hongshan for a while, she was about to leave.

Su Hongshan got up to see her off.

Outside the house, the old boy had already finished drinking wine and went back home, while Han Dazhuang was cleaning up in the kitchen. The three children sat under the eaves, reading with the light of the last sunset.

When the village head's daughter-in-law came to the door, she looked at the kitchen, turned her head and laughed at Su Hongshan:

"Daya, those people outside are nonsense. If you want me to say, you are the best married in our village."

Su Hongshan smile: "no good, it's all from home, regardless of what others say."

"Yes, I live my own life. If I don't want to talk to you, I'll go back first."

The village head's daughter-in-law looked at the kitchen again and sighed.

It is said that Su Daya married Han Dazhuang, but who knows that Han Dazhuang is the best man in the village.

The whole Xiangyang Village... No, it's the whole songan town. Which man will help his daughter-in-law to wash dishes in the kitchen.

But Han Dazhuang can.

It has to be said that even the daughter-in-law of the village head envies this.

The village head's daughter-in-law went home with her belongings. Su Hongshan cleaned up the house and made the bed. She went to the brick kiln not far from the yard to have a look. She felt the temperature and thought that she would be able to start the kiln tomorrow.

Back in the yard, Han Dazhuang was sitting in the kitchen boiling water.

Su Hongshan leans on the door and looks at Han Dazhuang, who adds firewood to the kitchen stove. The corners of her lips can't help but smile.

It seems that such a flat and light day is not bad.

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