Li Yiling applied safflower oil, and his sore knees felt warm and comfortable.

Seeing that it was getting late and the weather was freezing, I prepared to lie in bed and do my homework.

My feet felt warm, so I lifted the quilt and saw that it was a hot water bottle. No wonder the quilt was so warm, it turned out that she had put a hot water bottle there.

Thinking that it was Yang Zhaozhao's concern, Li Yiling's heart felt warm in this cold night in the north with heavy snow.

At night, Li Yiling had a dream. In the dream, he was hugging a warm woman. The woman moved around in his arms, making him laugh.

He lowered his head while holding the woman in his arms, and saw her look up, revealing a pair of bright almond-shaped eyes. Her little face was flushed and charming, and her wet eyes stared at him, which was enough to kill him.

If not Yang Zhaozhao, then who is it?

Li Yiling's heart was pounding. He opened his eyes in shock and found that he had had a beautiful dream.

His pants were wet, and he buried his head in the quilt in shame, feeling lucky that he was the only one who knew about it.

When Yang Zhaozhao woke up, she heard some noise in the yard. She opened the door and saw Li Yiling shoveling snow.

There was a thick layer of snow in the yard, almost up to the knees.

The cold wind made Yang Zhaozhao more awake.

Li Yiling turned around when he heard the noise and looked at Yang Zhaozhao, whose face was bare and eyes were bleary. He greeted her uncomfortably, "Good morning."

Yang Zhaozhao narrowed his eyes and said, "Good morning. I'll make breakfast later."

Li Yiling nodded and continued to sweep the snow.

Yang Zhaozhao washed her face with hot water from the thermos, brushed her teeth, drank a large glass of warm water, and then began to busy herself with making breakfast. There was not much food at home, but there was plenty of space.

Seeing that there were ready-made steamed buns and dumplings, Yang Zhaozhao took the steamer, heated up the steamed buns and dumplings, and boiled three eggs, one for each of them.

Prepare to heat a cup of milk for Xiao Cui.

Xiao Cui also drank milk last night. She said she drank it so fast that she almost licked the teacup clean.

Yang Zhaozhao had no shortage of food, so he would not let Xiao Cui starve. Instead, he thought of ways to nourish her body.

When breakfast was ready, Xiao Cui woke up to the aroma and called out, "Sister!"

Yang Zhaozhao smiled and took her clothes. They were warm and comfortable to wear.

Yang Zhaozhao asked Li Yiling to come in for dinner. This room had a kang (kang), which was warmer than other rooms, so they lived and worked in this room.

Li Yiling stood at the door, feeling a little embarrassed. After being glanced at by Yang Zhaozhao, he went in reluctantly.

Li Yiling didn't want to leave because of the heat.

Knowing that Li Yiling had a big appetite, Yang Zhaozhao steamed twenty buns. The buns were soft and not too big. Yang Zhaozhao could eat three of them herself.

Xiao Cui can eat two, plus an egg and a glass of milk.

There were steamed buns left. Li Yiling ate ten of them and had five left to eat when he was hungry.

This appetite makes me want to cry!

Li Yiling looked at the extravagant breakfast: meat buns, sesame buns, an egg per person, and a plate of delicious pickles. The small table was almost full.

Look at Yang Zhaozhao, who doesn’t care about the food at all. Li Yiling chooses to keep quiet and just eat it!

After eating and drinking, Yang Zhaozhao said, "It's cold now, so there's no school. Xiao Cui, just study at home. I'll teach you later."

Xiao Cui nodded: "It's too hot. It's cold outside."

Li Yiling also knew that in this weather, he could only stay indoors for the winter, as going out would be seeking death.

He also decided to study at home. He almost failed the test last night. He needed to read more books tomorrow. He was not alone now.

Looking at the two people, one big and one small, busying themselves on the kang, Li Yiling thought of his dream last night. His face felt hot and he suddenly felt that he should go out for some fresh air.

Just then, a loudspeaker blared, and it was the temporary team leader who said, "Fellow villagers, educated youth, it's snowing so hard you can't go out. Everyone, come to the educated youth camp. We have something to discuss."

Yang Zhaozhao knew that it was about work points and food distribution. At this time, there was nothing to do in the countryside and the land was frozen, so they could only wait for the rain.

Yang Zhaozhao took out some thick clothes and put them on. Then he said to Li Yiling, "Look after Xiao Cui and teach her. I'll be back soon."

Li Yiling frowned: "Don't you need me to help you get your things?"

Yang Zhaozhao shook his head and laughed at himself, "Forget about me not paying for it. I probably won't be able to take much home. But don't worry, I won't starve to death."

Li Yiling was not worried about this. It was not like he didn't see the rice jar. Every jar of rice was prepared by her. She was becoming less and less secretive towards him.

What can Li Yiling do?

Play dumb,

Pretend to be blind,

Just pretend you don’t know!

Yang Zhaozhao, wearing a scarf and a hat, wrapped up tightly, went to the educated youth center. The others were staying at the educated youth center, just a few steps away. When Yang Zhaozhao went there, everyone had already arrived.

When they arrived at the place, it was a bit hot, so Yang Zhaozhao took off his worn military coat, scarf and hat, revealing the red cashmere sweater underneath.

Compared with the all-in-one tattered sweaters, army green, brown, and earth-colored sweaters, Yang Zhaozhao's red cashmere sweater is so dazzling.

As soon as she showed her underwear, everyone looked over.

Li Lihua recognized at a glance that it was an imported style. This kind of high-necked neck-protecting sweater was not available in China. She had one before, and it was warm and soft to wear.

Seeing Yang Zhaozhao, who was so poor that she couldn't even afford to eat and was starving to death in this winter, wearing a piece of clothing that none of them had, a festive bright red wool sweater, Li Lihua was almost jealous to death.

It wasn't just Li Lihua, everyone else was the same, their eyes glued to her, wishing they could pull her clothes off and put them on themselves.

"After a few days in the city, she's really become quite capable. She's even wearing a woolen sweater. I'm afraid that little girl's father is no ordinary person!"

"Tsk, she's the only one who's so shameless as a stepmother!"

"It's just a piece of clothing. What's there to show off? It's just like raising a daughter for someone else."

Amid their contemptuous, disdainful, and sour gazes, Yang Zhaozhao put down the small stool, took out a thermos, peeled a candy and put it in his mouth.

Realizing that An Jing was scary, Yang Zhaozhao looked up while holding a piece of candy in his mouth.

Seeing everyone staring at her, she swallowed the candy, her left cheek puffed out, and she smiled with a sweet smile that seemed to carry the candy's sweetness: "Why are you all looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

Li Lihua sneered, "You're not being shy, but the dress you're wearing doesn't look cheap. It must be over a hundred yuan. After all, this style is only available abroad."

"hiss!"

When they heard the number was over a hundred, some people gasped.

No matter how they looked at it, they felt that a red shirt was not worth more than a hundred yuan.

They work so hard on the farm, how can they earn more than a hundred yuan?

No.

For example, Yang Zhaozhao was wearing a coat worth over a hundred yuan, eating a large rabbit milk candy that cost one yuan each, and holding that long, delicate thermos cup in her hand that looked like it cost a lot of money, which was infuriating.

I am jealous.

Envious.

Li Lihua was about to cry with jealousy: "It seems that the little girl's father is quite rich. What does he do? He actually bought you such an expensive woolen coat. I envy you so much for being unable to have children and yet finding such a handsome man!"

They say they envy, but every word they say pokes at the wound, allowing everyone to mock and put down them.

Yang Zhaozhao looked at the educated youth, both men and women, who all had expressions of contempt, ridicule, disdain, and sympathy in their eyes, and smiled: "It wasn't Xiao Cui's father who bought it. Xiao Cui's father and mother are both gone. She only has a grandmother."

Li Lihua thought she could use her to get a man, stand on the moral high ground, and severely humiliate Yang Zhaozhao, but she was slapped in the face.

"Who is that? I remember your family wasn't rich, how did you have the money to buy such expensive clothes? Could it be you..." Li Lihua's eyes widened in shock: "Stealing is illegal!"

Yang Zhaozhao narrowed his eyes and his hands itched!