A person descended from heaven + the cherished darling of the ancestors + a cunning young lord + a winding and interesting plot = Little Goddess of Fortune, Yi Yami.
He appears to be a profli...
The snow in Green Pod Village never stops falling, but people still have to live their lives. It’s just that the heavy snow has brought great inconvenience to people’s lives.
But life is much easier for families like Yiyami's.
Close the door and don’t care about what’s right or wrong outside the window.
The twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month is the day before the New Year.
Yi Yami directed Xiao Di and the others to make meatballs, "Hit this hard, just make it like this."
Xiaodi and the others nodded.
Supplies are limited, and the meatballs were originally made of pure meat, but now there is no such condition, so we have to mix a lot of vegetables in them. However, for others, it is already a luxury.
Yi Yami originally planned to reward her family, let them have a good meal and have a good New Year, but she encountered a snowstorm, which was something she didn't expect, so she could only deal with it.
Qian Fugui carried out two baskets of rice and asked, "Boss, where do we put this rice?"
"Leave it there for now. Tomorrow morning, you and Duoduo will steam the rice in a rice steamer and keep it warm." Yi Yami took a look and instructed.
Qian Fugui nodded, "Okay, shopkeeper."
Xinxin took the red paper and asked Yiyami, "Sister, what shape do you want this to be cut into?"
Yi Yami originally wanted to get everyone to help cut paper-cuts, but she found that many people had clumsy hands, including herself. However, she unexpectedly discovered that Xinxin and the other four children were all very dexterous, so she gave the task of cutting paper-cuts to them.
"You can decide for yourself. I want something festive and meaningful." Yiyami said with a smile.
Xinxin nodded, "I understand, sister, we'll finish the haircut in a while, what next?"
"Then find some glue, stick these together and stick them on the windows." Yiyami said with a smile.
Xinxin nodded to show that she understood.
Gu Beijian was writing couplets with Yi Xiaomai and a few others.
Yi Yami went over to join in the fun.
"Let me see where you've written it to?" Yi Yami pulled at Gu Beijian's sleeve and poked her head out from under his arm.
Gu Beijian's hand, which was writing, suddenly stopped, but fortunately he stopped.
"We have already written the couplets for your yard." Gu Beijian said to her gently.
"So fast, you guys write pretty fast." Yi Yami was surprised.
"Sister, look, I wrote all of these." Yi Xiaomai said to Yi Yami as if to take credit.
Yi Yami looked over and saw that although the handwriting was not as vigorous as Gu Beijian's, it was also very good, very neat, and had its own style.
Yi Yami couldn't help but nodded and said, "It's very well written. Not bad. If you practice for a few more years, you will catch up with your brother Gu."
Yi Xiaomai smiled. He also felt that his writing was good, but compared with Gu Beijian, there was still a certain gap. However, being able to get the recognition from his sister was better than anything else.
The academy where He Tuyuan worked couldn't bear the responsibility of so many students, so they finally let them go home to study. As soon as He Tuyuan got home, he saw Gu Beijian coming to pick up the He family. He thought it was the same no matter where they were, so he also went to the Yi family with his book box on his back. Anyway, the two families had a good relationship, so they didn't care so much. If they really cared, they wouldn't have sent someone to pick them up.
He Tuyuan was reading a book while guiding Yi Xiaomai to write couplets.
Yi Laoer, He Huaizhu and other elders were chatting.
"Thanks to Xiaomi. If it weren't for Xiaomi, we wouldn't be able to live in this warm house now. We wouldn't have such a big brick house with green tiles to live in. And we would probably still be worried about food and drink..." Yi Laoer sighed.
"Who said it wasn't? This girl is still thinking about us. At first, I didn't want to leave Shandandan Village. After all, there are plants on the mountain that need to be taken care of." He Heihu said.
After looking at Gu Beijian, Yi Yami walked to the parents' area and said, "Oh, uncle, it's already this time. Don't talk about the plants on the mountain. Those with strong vitality can still survive. If not, just replant them. Besides, aren't people more valuable than things? As long as people are still here, there is hope." Yi Yami comforted He Heihu.
He Shoushan and Zhao Hongying were sewing shoe soles with Old Lady Yi, chatting among the elderly. When they heard Yi Yami say this, they nodded.
"Son, don't worry about that. Don't worry. We have done everything we can. How can humans resist this natural disaster? We are all here now, which is already good enough." He Shoushan persuaded He Heihu.
"I know, Dad. You are not allowed to drink too much tonight and tomorrow night. You are old and can't stand drinking like this." He Heihu saw him chatting with others while taking the wine brought by Gu Beijian and putting peanuts into his mouth, and couldn't help but remind him.
"Oh, just mind your own business and don't meddle in my business. Even your mother doesn't care." He Shoushan said.
Zhao Hongying was originally sewing shoe soles. When she heard this, she retorted, "It's not that I don't care, it's that I can't do anything about you, okay?"
When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.
Yiyami took a look at the shiny and even chubby Dabai and Dahei, who were playing with the Sheriff, the kitten Yiyami had picked up before.
She looked around, feeling the warmth and bustle in the house, and suddenly she felt a sense of happiness lingering in her heart.
It was late at night and everyone went to sleep.
The next day, at dawn, Fugui and Qian Duoduo put the raw rice on the rice steamer to steam it.
Xinxin got up early and led people to stick the paper-cuts that had been cut last night on the windows with rice paste.
"Grandma, are you thinking about my aunt?" Yi Yami, who got up early in the morning, saw Zhao Hongying staring at the door in a daze and asked curiously.
"Yes, your aunt's child went with that Lord Yao. I don't know what this child is thinking. She didn't even come back for the New Year." Although Zhao Hongying blamed He Huaixiu, she was always worried about more in her heart.
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