Chapter 78 Worry

"Aunt, does the snowman I made look good?" Zhu Guangtai rubbed his nose which was a little red from the cold, raised his head and asked Jiang Mixia.

"Did you make this?" Jiang Mixia pointed at the weird thing in front of her.

"Yes." Zhu Guangtai nodded vigorously, "I piled it up."

"What about your uncle? Isn't he with you?"

"Yes, but he said he would pile it first and asked me to pile it the same way he did, so I did it." Zhu Guangtai scratched his ear, "But I feel like my pile is a little different from my uncle's."

After hearing what Zhu Guangtai said, Jiang Mixia raised her eyes and saw Song Jingyun busy in the snow pile.

Because he was almost completely covered with snow, I couldn't see anyone in the snow when I glanced at the yard just now. Now if I look carefully, I can see him and the snowman he made.

In fact, what Song Jingyun made is better called snow animals rather than snowmen.

It was made in the style of the clay dolls that Jiang Mixia usually made, a smiling kitten, a majestic tiger, a dog standing guard with its head held high...

Each one looks vivid, and because they are made of snow, they look crystal clear and have more spirituality than clay dolls.

"Not bad." Jiang Mixia looked at this, touched that, and couldn't let go of them.

This can't be called a snowman, it's a work of art.

"Very good." Jiang Mixia praised again.

Song Jingyun, who was praised by his wife, chuckled and said, "Not bad."

"You can call Chunyu and Maihua over in the afternoon to see the things you've piled up. They'll definitely like them very much." Jiang Mixia said, "You can also take Zhu Guangtai to play with them. Children tend to be shy."

"No problem." Song Jingyun agreed readily and took Zhu Guangtai with him to repair the weird snowman that Zhu Guangtai had just built.

After patting here and cutting there, the originally weird thing soon took shape.

This time it's a real snowman.

It was piled up in the shape of an ordinary woman, and even the folds of her hair and clothes had a preliminary outline.

Zhu Guangtai's eyes were full of stars and full of admiration for Song Jingyun's skill in making snowmen, "Uncle, you are really amazing!"

Yeah, he also thinks he is pretty awesome.

After all, he is someone that ladies often praise!

Song Jingyun raised his chin.

In the afternoon, Jiang Chunyu brought Jiang Maihua here.

When the two saw the various snow animals of different sizes, shapes, and lifelikeness placed in the yard, their eyes widened and they began to play excitedly among the snow animals.

Zhu Guangtai's age is between Jiang Chunyu and Jiang Maihua, and he quickly became friends with the two of them.

For the entire afternoon, the yard was filled with the children's laughter as sweet as silver bells.

Zhu Yongwu couldn't get out of bed, but he could hear Zhu Guangtai's laughter through the window and see his smiling face.

He hadn't seen Zhu Guangtai so happy for a long time.

Zhu Yongwu couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, but he also started to think about it in his heart.

It was sunny for several days in a row.

As the temperature rises and the ice and snow melt, the road will soon be passable for pedestrians and vehicles.

Jiang Mixia was busy delivering the last batch of goods before the New Year to Zhengji.

When I went to the county town to deliver goods, I took Zhu Yongwu with me to find a doctor to check out his ankle injury.

To save time, the two sides acted separately.

Jiang Mixia and Song Jingyun went to deliver the goods to Zheng Ji, while Jiang Youcheng took Zhu Yongwu to the clinic.

Having cooperated for a long time, Manager Sun was very confident in the goods supplied by Jiang Mixia's family workshop. He just took a rough look, counted the quantity, and paid the money.

It can be said that the delivery went very smoothly.

After delivering the goods, Jiang Mixia took Song Jingyun to buy some more things.

It is already the middle of the twelfth lunar month and the Chinese New Year is just around the corner. We have enough meat at home, but we also need some dried fruits and cakes to create a festive atmosphere.

Knowing that the young son-in-law was greedy, Jiang Mixia didn't hesitate when buying things. She bought some of everything Song Jingyun wanted to eat and liked to eat.

Melon seeds, walnuts, almonds, pine nuts, dried apricots, pear strips, hawthorn cakes, persimmon cakes, lotus root powder and osmanthus cakes, jujube paste and yam cakes, crystal water chestnut cakes...

In short, when he returned, Song Jingyun felt that his hands were not enough, but he was very happy in his heart.

It’s so nice to celebrate the Chinese New Year.

It would be nice if every day was Chinese New Year. —— Jiang Youcheng was also doing quite well here.

Zhu Yongwu applied medicated wine on time these days and listened to Doctor Yang's advice and stayed in bed. His injuries recovered well. After examining him, the doctor at the clinic just gave him two plasters and told him to go home and apply them.

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In addition, he told Zhu Yongwu to rest well, get out of bed less, and walk less to avoid getting sick.

Zhu Guangtai knew that his father's injury was not serious, and his tense little face suddenly relaxed a lot. But at night, his little face was full of worry again.

"Dad, when are we going to look for our great-grandfather?"

Seeing his son suddenly ask this, Zhu Yongwu touched his little head and said, "Why are you talking about this suddenly? Are you unhappy staying here?"

"No." Zhu Guangtai shook his head. "Uncle Chunyu is very good, sister Maihua is also very good, aunt Mixia is good, uncle Jingyun is even better... Everyone here is very good, I like them."

"Then why did you suddenly..."

Zhu Yongwu stopped talking halfway through his words.

Yes, it is because I like this place that I worry about when I will leave and when I will leave this favorite place.

"Dad, why don't we not go look for our great-grandfather and stay in Jiangjia Village?" Zhu Guangtai said timidly.

He has never met his great-grandfather, and he doesn't know whether his great-grandfather's family will like him. He feels happier here.

Zhu Yongwu looked at Zhu Guangtai.

During the days he was in Jiangjia Village, although he stayed in the house and did not go out, the Jiang family was bustling with many people coming and going. He also had a general understanding of the situation in Jiangjia Village.

Most people in Jiangjia Village are friendly and kind.

The children were also very enthusiastic towards Zhu Guangtai. Although there was some distance between them due to unfamiliarity, there was no rejection at all.

To be honest, Zhu Yongwu had a very good impression of Jiangjia Village and even had such an idea.

However, settling down is not an easy task...

Moreover, even if they wanted to stay here, Jiangjia Village might not accept them.

Zhu Yongwu thought for a moment and said, "Let Dad discuss this with your uncle Cheng, okay?"

Seeing Zhu Yongwu's reluctance, Zhu Guangtai was quite happy and nodded excitedly, "Yes!"

The next day, while having breakfast, Zhu Yongwu tentatively asked whether there were any outsiders in Jiangjia Village.

"Speaking of which..."

In order to relieve the pressure of writing, change my mood, and also to participate in an essay contest organized by the website, the author took the time to write a realistic short story of about 10,000 words. Recently, I set a scheduled upload. The name is "Small Stalls, Big Market". Interested little cuties can take a look~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)