An'an had a lot of new clothes made this year, and Song Qing didn't plan to make her any more. But that day, as soon as she entered the workshop early in the morning, Director Zhang called her over.

"Xiao Song, the factory has several dozen kilograms of defective fabric right now, these are for you."

There are advantages to being a leader. For example, the factory only had a small amount of defective fabric, and Director Zhang directly distributed it to the supervisors.

Song Qing was given the fabric that they had developed themselves, the one that An An especially loved.

Thinking about how much the little girl had been longing for it, and since we didn't have much fabric left, we decided to make her one so she could wear it next summer.

After getting off work, I headed straight home. There are only about 10 days left until the Chinese New Year. Time flies by here, especially now that it's getting cold.

She had to mentally prepare herself before leaving the house each day after getting up from the kang (a heated brick bed). After working at the factory and returning home, the day would pass just like that.

This was their first New Year's Eve here, and Lu Yang took it very seriously. He didn't give Song Qing his last month's salary, but instead used it to buy meat coupons and other things.

"Mom, these are paper-cut window decorations I made."

A decent-looking paper-cut window decoration was born in An'an's hands. Actually, Aunt Tian had cut it almost to the point before giving it to her. After cutting the last piece, she spread it out in her hand and thought she was really amazing.

Liu Jiandong snorted and quickly put down the scissors to do something else. Although he didn't catch many fish last winter, it was just enough for his mother to cook a pot.

But later, Sister Song Qing bought a lot of fish from that old man and secretly transported them back in sacks. Now these fish are still in the tank in the yard, frozen solid.

Song Qing also took a few large ones back to her own yard, and covered them with a lid to prevent the kittens from causing trouble.

As a result, the kitten still smelled the fish aroma. With the weather getting colder, the chickens kept at home rarely left their coops, only occasionally venturing out. Song Qing would then throw them a few vegetable leaves.

The goslings have thick feathers, and after the snow in the yard is swept clean, they wander around. The kitchen has become the cat's long-distance base, and one night it even crawled into the stove, getting covered in ash.

After Song Qing noticed this, she muttered a few words and took a towel to pat the dust off the animal.

This lazy thing, upon smelling the aroma of fish in the yard, actually dared to jump down, stretch, and step into the yard without even minding the cold snow outside.

The kitten's paws are particularly thick. It had already gained a lot of weight before winter, and it has gotten even fatter recently, making it quite round.

It strolled around the yard for a while, just like it was patrolling its territory, and soon jumped onto the fish basin. If Song Qing hadn't covered it with a wooden board, it probably would have jumped right in.

"Go! Go! Go"

She bought large fish, each weighing three or four pounds. If these fish were alive, they could probably be dragged away.

She patted the kitten's bottom, picked it up, and carried it back to the kitchen. Finally, Song Qing took one to the textile factory dormitory. Guan Jie had been very worried these days.

Song Qing couldn't comfort her either. How could a mother not worry about her child? And now that the end of the year was approaching, she probably missed her child even more.

When Guan Lian came out and saw the fish, she was about to suggest that she take it back when Song Qing directly stuffed the fish strung on straw into Xiao Liang's hand.

"I'm freezing from carrying this all the way here. Quickly find a basin to put it in and put it outside."

It's so cold outside, there are huge freezers everywhere, and people just throw the meat they buy into the basin.

Chen Junliang went out to find a basin, and Song Qing looked up at Sister Guan.

"...When are you going back?"