The others were just laughing. Zhao Luochuan leaned close to Yang Donghu's ear and whispered, "This wine isn't good. If you're not used to it, just try it. I'll drink the rest."

Yang Donghu had drunk peach blossom sweet wine a few times before, and it tasted very good, but the realgar in front of him didn't smell very good. He nodded and said, "Okay."

Festivals always make people feel relaxed. Yang Donghu took a sip of realgar wine. It tasted better than it smelled. The warmed wine made his body feel warm and comfortable. He couldn't help but drink it all.

After lunch, perhaps because of the alcohol, people felt sleepy. Yang Donghu yawned several times. Zhao Luochuan saw that he could not hold on any longer, so he told Zhu Cuilan and took him back to rest.

When Zhao Luochuan is not at home, Yang Donghu rarely lies in bed during the day, but as soon as he comes back, the two of them will crawl into bed when they have nothing to do. Sometimes Yang Donghu even wants to laugh at himself for being so frivolous.

The really frivolous Zhao Luochuan was rarely lying in bed with his hands and feet calm. When they were wrapping rice dumplings at noon, he noticed that Yang Donghu had back discomfort and had to change his posture after sitting for a while.

The warm big palm gently circled on Yang Donghu's waist, and his already unclear head became even more dizzy. After a while, he fell asleep with even breathing.

Zhao Luochuan had a good alcohol tolerance and was not sleepy at all, so he did not feel tired even while rubbing the person. His hands kept moving until the sun set and the person in his arms slowly woke up.

It was a rare opportunity for the two of them to have free time together, and today they did nothing but make rice dumplings. Yang Donghu nestled in the embrace that gave him a sense of security and didn't want to get up.

Zhao Luochuan pinched his cheeks, but not satisfied yet, so he kissed him twice: "Will you get up?"

Yang Donghu was not angry at being taken advantage of. He nodded and was about to get up. The bamboo shoots that were supposed to be pickled had not been touched yet. They had been piled under the eaves for a day to dry in the sun.

"Pickle the bamboo shoots. They'll dry out if you dry them out in the sun for another day."

"Okay, you can lie down for a while. I'll go peel the bamboo shoots. I'll call you when I'm done."

Pickling sour bamboo shoots is simple, and you don’t even need to boil them in water. After peeling the shells, wash them and dry them, cut them into small pieces and put them in a jar. Pour water on them and they will slowly turn sour after a few days.

Zhao Luochuan had already gotten up, and Yang Donghu felt bored lying alone, so he got up and went to look for the jar of pickled bamboo shoots.

Zhu Cuilan likes to pickle pickles. There are more than a dozen jars of various sizes in her house. She makes a lot, so Yang Donghu doesn't have to spend time making these things. Most of the time, they eat in the yard next door, except when Zhao Luochuan comes down from the mountain and cooks in his own yard. If he wants to eat, he can just go and get it.

The jars at home were rarely used, so Yang Donghu picked a suitable one, washed it and put it in the sun. He was not idle either, so he found a stool and sat with Zhao Luochuan.

Yang Donghu also kept the tenderer skins on the top of the bamboo shoots. After drying them, they were suitable for stir-frying with meat. They were crunchy when bitten, and as crispy as pickled radish.

Two people always work faster than one, and they peeled all the bamboo shoots in a short while.

Zhao Luochuan found a broom to sweep up the peeled dirt and poured it into the vegetable garden. It could be fermented in the soil and used as fertilizer.

Yang Donghu scooped water from the jar to wash the bamboo shoots, cut them, and found a winnowing basket to dry on the low kitchen roof.

In the next yard, Zhao Fangchu was talking to someone unknown. Both voices were playful, and to Yang Donghu, they sounded like a girl.

After a while, the chirping sound came towards his yard.

Yang Donghu turned his head and saw a girl in bright yellow standing at the door, waving at him playfully: "Brother Donghu, I'm here."

"Xiaoyu?" Yang Donghu saw who it was and asked in surprise, "Why are you here at this time?"

Zhu Xiaoyu came in skipping and jumping. Although she was only one year younger than Zhao Fangchu, she didn't look like a grown-up girl at all. She was not tall, and people would believe she was thirteen or fourteen years old.

The courtyard was full of familiar faces, and Zhu Xiaoyu didn't shy away at all. She came over to see what Yang Donghu was doing: "My father and I are here to invite my aunt to stay at my house for a few days."

She lowered her voice a little, and a smile curved her lips as she spoke: "My sister-in-law is pregnant."

"So fast?" Yang Donghu asked in surprise.

Zhu Yicheng has been married for less than half a year, and it is really worth celebrating that he is pregnant so soon.

"Hey, I think it's fast too. We just found out, it's not even three months yet. The villagers said it's not good to let anyone know in the first three months, but my family is completely in the dark about this matter. No one knows what to do, so we had to ask my aunt for help."

Zhu Yicheng has no mother and his grandmother is old. His father-in-law is the only one at home and it is difficult for him to intervene when his wife is pregnant. Zhu Xiaoyu is not married yet and knows nothing. The new wife's mother can take care of her, but her brother's child was born not long ago and her mother is too busy to take care of him.

Zhu Jiashun had no choice but to hitch up his carriage and hurried over to ask Zhu Cuilan to take care of the baby for two days. At least he taught Zhu Yicheng how to take care of his pregnant wife and let him know what he can and cannot do. This is the first child, and if something goes wrong while he is taking care of the baby, it will be too late to regret it.

Zhu Cuilan only watched other people's families giving birth, and her mother's home was also her home. Now it was really her own home. She was so happy since she heard the news that she agreed without saying a word.

After packing up her things, she followed Zhu Jiashun back to her parents' home that night.

Zhu Yicheng was at home with his wife and didn't have time to come over. Zhu Xiaoyu wanted to ask Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu to go along, but his new wife was not yet three months pregnant, and Zhu Cuilan was afraid of being disturbed by too many people, so she said she would go next time.

Yang Donghu was fine, he wasn't in the mood to go have fun, but Zhao Fangchu was a playful person, and was a little unhappy when he heard that he couldn't go. However, he was sensible enough, and knowing that Zhu Cuilan had gone out to do serious work, he didn't insist on going.

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