Spicy Farming Wife:General's Busy In Chasing His wife

Usually after dinner, Su Hongshan had to go to the kiln.

But when she went out today, Han Dazhuang stopped her directly:

"you stay at home, I'll go to see the kiln."

Then he put on his overcoat and went out.

The kiln must not be shut down for more than ten days after it starts to burn, so even if it snows now, what should be burned still needs to be burned.

However, all the bricks from the kiln have been sorted out and sold out. Now there is no need to move the bricks. It's not hard to burn the fire. On the contrary, it's much warmer than other places.

With the arrival of the first snow, it was completely cold.

At noon, the daughter-in-law of the village head went to Su Hongshan's house with a cloth, roasted her hands on the stove and said:

"I thought that the three little guys certainly didn't go to school on such a cold day. Just in time, Daya, you asked them to come over and I measured them. While there was nothing to do these two days in the snow, I made them all the spring shirts for the coming year."

Since knowing that Su Hongshan can't make clothes, the village head's daughter-in-law has taken the initiative to do clothes for Su Hongshan's family.

Now, the clothes the family wears are basically made by her.

Su Hongshan was not polite to her, and called three little guys who were reading.

The village head's daughter-in-law measured the size and said with a smile: "children's clothes should be made a little bigger, and they will grow faster."

"It can't be too big. Just a little bit bigger is enough."

The village head's daughter-in-law took down the size and began to cut. Su Hongshan had nothing to do, so she helped deliver things on the edge.

She would like to learn, but just moved the scissors, she was stopped.

The village head daughter-in-law helplessly way: "you look, good cloth, Huo a piece."

When sewing, Su Hongshan wanted to help again, but as soon as she picked up the needle, she pricked her hand.

The village head's daughter-in-law looked on the edge, and her face was helpless:

"you just accompany me to chatter and chat. Your brain is to do big things. Let the maid do the trivial things."

Su Hongshan was completely afraid to reach out. She listened to the village head's daughter-in-law talking about the village affairs while sewing clothes.

With this, he talked about the old Su family.

"The old Su family are lucky. Just like you, it snowed in the evening just after they moved into the new house. However, I heard that their own roof was not built properly. Last night, the roof of the kitchen collapsed under the pressure of snow. However, the thatched cottage is like this. If you don't do it carefully, you have to worry about it from time to time. However, these people in the old Su family are not worried about it."

"It's said that in order to save time and effort, the old Su family's people use wood which has been burned and rescued except the newly cut wood on the roof. Fortunately, they did not control the roof and cut corners. Otherwise, the snow last night would not have collapsed the top of the kitchen house..."

the daughter-in-law of the village head sighed, but did not gloat.

Su Hongshan listened and did not go to her heart. Instead, she was thinking about what to eat at noon.

The cabbage and radish are all given by the villagers, but there are still a lot of them. When I came back from the town the day before yesterday, I also brought a lot of meat. Yesterday, Han Dazhuang had not sold the wild boar. If the snow kept on, we would not be able to go to the town, so we would have to kill ourselves. The villagers could buy some.

Su Hongshan calculates in her mind how long it will take to celebrate the new year and whether she has to buy new year's goods. Her eyes fall on the stove, but she says, "let's have hot pot at noon."

"What's a hot pot?"

When buying meat the day before yesterday, Su Hongshan fried several ribs that Aunt Zhu had set up for her. Su Hongshan fried the bottom of the pot and stewed them, washed radish and cabbage, cut pork, and said to the village head's daughter-in-law:

"if only there were tofu."

Just as he said that, Han Dazhuang came back from the outside with a big bowl in his hand. What was in the bowl was not a large piece of white tofu.