That afternoon, Qian Xingshan took Qingsong and Xiaoling with him, and officially went on vacation after completing a lot of homework assigned by Master Qian.

The weather was too cold, and although they no longer had to go to school, Qian Chunhua kept them at his home. Qian Xingshan happened to be taking care of his nephews.

The kang at home is very warm, several feet warmer than the shop.

The kang is warm, but it consumes a lot of firewood.

After staying at the old man's house for two days, Qian Xingshan could no longer sit still, so he took Qingsong with him and went to Lion Mountain to chop firewood.

It was too cold outside, so Qian Chunhua didn't let Qingfeng go with her.

Xiao Ling was not allowed to go either, and was kept by Qian Chunhua.

"Mom, I want to go chop wood too." Xiao Ling didn't understand why her mother left her behind.

Qian Chunhua smiled and explained, "Chopping wood is a job for boys. Xiaoling is a girl, so she won't go chopping wood anymore."

Zhao Xiaoling blinked her eyes, as if her mother didn't say this before. It seemed that what she said was that if she didn't go to chop wood and cut grass for the pigs, there would be no one to work at home.

At that time, Brother Qingyun had to go to school and had no time to chop wood or cut grass for pigs.

But it may be that she couldn't remember clearly. Zhao Xiaoling was very happy anyway, and she liked her current mother.

"Mom, what can I do now?" Xiao Ling looked at her mother with bright eyes.

"Do whatever you want. You can go play with other kids." Qian Chunhua thinks that children should go out to play. There is no such thing as a happy childhood if they work at home all day and all night.

"Really?" Zhao Xiaoling knew that her mother was good to her, but this was too good.

"Go quickly, stop talking so much." Qian Chunhua was almost annoyed by her daughter.

Xiao Ling giggled, and really turned around and ran away with Qingfeng, leaving behind only a string of silver bell-like laughter.

Mother Qian smiled and shook her head. "Your daughter has finally become a little childish now. Whenever I met her in the past, she always looked bitter and resentful."

Qian Chunhua was speechless. Isn't that what one does alone? Anyone who is busy all day long, exhausted, and not well fed will surely feel bitter and resentful.

But this time has passed.

Only Qian's mother and Qian Chunhua were left in the shop. The wind was howling outside, there were no pedestrians on the road, and there was no business in the shop.

"The New Year is coming soon." Qian's mother sighed.

"Well, there are still about twenty days left." Qian Chunhua calculated the days.

"We should start preparing New Year's goods." Qian's mother was thinking about what the family needed to prepare.

Qian Chunhua had completely forgotten about the New Year's goods. Now, all she was thinking about was preparing supplies for evacuation and how to protect her family's safety.

Qian Chunhua took out one or two taels of silver and handed it to Qian's mother, "Mom, take it and buy New Year's goods. We will celebrate the New Year together later."

Qian's mother smiled from ear to ear, "Okay, okay, let's celebrate the New Year together. I have some money, I won't ask you to give it to me."

Qian Chunhua hugged her mother's arm and started to act like a spoiled child again, "Mom, then just think of this money as my filial piety to you."

Mother Qian rubbed her arm. Everything about her daughter was fine now, except that she could not stand the fact that she would say something in a coquettish voice from time to time.

"Okay, okay, I'll take it. I'll take it." Qian's mother hurriedly took the silver, and regarded it as the money her daughter kept with her.

Qian's mother would not touch the money and would return it to her daughter when she needed it.

While the children were away from home and Qian's mother was looking after the shop, Qian Chunhua made an excuse to go home.