Zhu Cuilan squatted down and picked up a vegetable. She removed the outermost yellow leaves and then used a knife to cut away the roots covered with dirt. The vegetable was ready. As she prepared it, she said, "It's not difficult to pickle vegetables, but each family has its own taste. It's hard to say who is better than the other. Dachuan loves the pickled vegetables and bacon I make. When I make some, I'll pack some for you to take back. You can also try my cooking."

"Okay." Yang Donghu replied with a smile. After Zhao Fangchu brought the clothes over and changed them, he also followed Zhu Cuilan's example and began to prepare the snow vegetables.

It was enough for two people to pick the vegetables. Zhu Cuilan let them do it and stood in front of the pickle jar to continue kneading the pickles.

The snow vegetables with salt added become wilted and soft, and will not break even if you rub them hard. The harder you rub them, the stronger the fragrance of the snow vegetables becomes, and the more delicious they taste.

After rubbing a small jar, there were still a lot left. Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu washed all the snow vegetables and began to learn how to knead the vegetables from Zhu Cuilan.

Yang Donghu had never done this kind of work before, and he always had no idea how to do it. He turned the ball of vegetables over and over in his hands, and it took a long time before he could finally make it into shape.

Zhao Fangchu was favored at home, and Zhu Cuilan generally didn't let him interfere with the housework. However, he was influenced by her since he was a child, so he learned faster than Yang Donghu, and learned it well in a short time.

The three of them were working enthusiastically in the kitchen, chatting and laughing from time to time to divert their attention and make the repetitive movements less tiring.

At this time, a strange voice sounded: "Is anyone home? Sister Cuilan, is Sister Cuilan home?"

Zhu Cuilan replied loudly, "Hey, I'm here, come in quickly."

The person outside the house came in following the noise, holding his hands to his mouth and breathing out: "Oh, it's really cold, your room is really warm, in the broad daylight, what are you and your mother cooking in the room with the door closed?"

Zhu Cuilan saw who it was and quickly stopped what she was doing to greet him. "I was wondering who it was. It turned out to be Da Taohong. You're a rare guest. How did you find time to come today? Come and sit down."

As he said that, he moved a stool to the door and pulled the person named Da Taohong to sit down.

Da Taohong sat down, brushed the snow off her trouser legs, and said with a smile, "Why, can't I come to see you if I have nothing to do? Can't I just stop by your house and ask for a cup of tea and rest?"

"Okay, okay, of course. I'm glad you're here," Zhu Cuilan said loudly, then turned around and asked them to call for help: "Fang Chu, Dong Hu, call someone, this is your Aunt Hong."

"Aunt Hong."

"Aunt Hong."

Da Taohong sighed, looking at the two young-looking people in front of her. She clapped Zhu Cuilan's hand and praised, "This is Fang Chu, right? He's becoming more and more handsome. He looks a lot like you when you were young. Who is this?"

"Fang Chu, go get your Aunt Hong a cup of hot tea to warm her up." Zhu Cuilan said, then turned to chat with Da Taohong about family matters: "This is Dong Hu, the new husband of the eldest son. He just got married."

"Oh." Da Taohong exclaimed and asked, "The eldest son? Dachuan, right? Oh, how fast time has passed! Dachuan has already married. The last time I saw him, he was only a little taller than this."

After saying that, he gestured with his hand to indicate the height of the table.

"Yes, the years go by so fast. Look, we are all getting old."

"Isn't it, Donghu? Come here, let your aunt see you. You are so handsome and look like a blessed person." Da Taohong waved Yang Donghu over and held his hand to look at him for a long time.

Da Taohong continued, "Dachuan hid it so well that I didn't hear any news before. Otherwise, he should have come to drink a glass of wedding wine."

Zhu Cuilan didn't want to talk about the troubles she had experienced earlier, so she didn't continue. Just then, Zhao Fangchu came in with tea. She laughed and said, "Well, have some tea first. It doesn't matter if you didn't get to enjoy Dachuan's wedding. You still have a nephew waiting to join you."

Da Taohong was a matchmaker for several nearby villages. She was very eloquent and had already arranged many marriages. "Da Taohong" was her nickname; her real name was unknown, but it spoke volumes about her skill.

Zhu Cuilan had something to ask of her, so she was naturally polite.

Da Taohong smiled and patted Zhu Cuilan's hand: "Yes, that's why I came here today. I was thinking about my nephew. He just got a good girl, and the first person I thought of was him."

Zhu Cuilan was worried about this matter, and this really touched her heart. She quickly asked, "Really? Whose family is this girl from?"

"It's the girl from Xiaoli Village in front. Her mother asked me to look for her daughter a few days ago. I went to see her. She is really good-looking, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. She is tall and has a good personality. She is a good girl." Da Taohong took a sip of tea and said leisurely.

Zhu Cuilan was a little unsure after hearing her say this: "If that's the case, why did her mother find someone to look for her daughter in the first place? Isn't she a little too old?"

No wonder Zhu Cuilan would think this way. If there was any good-looking girl in the nearby villages, she would be sought after by hundreds of families, and the door would be trampled with matchmakers. Why would she have to meet the girl first? Wouldn't that lower her status?

Da Taohong seemed to have known Zhu Cuilan would ask this question, and replied calmly, "The age is definitely correct. She just turned eighteen this year. But, well, it's because her brother injured his legs a few days ago and needs money for treatment. I went to see her family, and they still live in that shabby thatched house. They have very little money. Seeing that their son's illness can't be delayed any longer, they want to exchange their daughter for some money for his treatment. Otherwise, why would they do such a cheap thing?"

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