Dong Ming and Mr. Huo also went back.

Dong Ming went to attend a summit abroad and brought canned chrysanthemums from Fuwang Farm as gifts to some old acquaintances.

The three-day summit made Dong Ming exhausted. He deeply felt that he was getting old. Thinking of how comfortable he had been in the village some time ago, he planned to retire completely.

After the summit, Dong Ming received many calls from acquaintances, asking him where the chrysanthemums were from and wanting to buy more.

Dong Ming took the trouble to introduce Fuwang Farm to everyone.

After understanding the situation, the other party had some guess in his mind. He estimated that Mr. Dong was selfish and wanted to use this method to expand the sales of the good things that could not enter the summit.

Then, I heard Mr. Dong say something.

"But it's getting cold, and the chrysanthemums are gone. If you want to buy some, wait until they bloom next year."

What? You introduced it for a long time, but in the end you said you couldn't buy it.

This really whetted people's appetite.

Some people immediately sent secretaries to investigate this farm. After the investigation, they found out that the previous increase in the price of Chinese rice was because the rice from this farm was so fragrant and the supply was limited. A chain reaction raised the image of China's exported rice.

Not long after, the price of domestic chrysanthemum exports inexplicably increased.

Xu Qingzhi didn’t know this.

She curled up in the quilt, wrapping herself up like a turtle.

Wang Yanmei knocked on the door outside, "Qingzhi, get up, get up, why are you so sleepy today?"

"It's too cold. I don't want to get up." Xu Qingzhi turned over in the quilt lazily. The cold air rushed in. She felt as if facing a great enemy and quickly wrapped herself tightly in her little quilt the next second.

The weather was cold before, and it was sometimes sunny and sometimes cold, changing repeatedly.

Now it has completely entered winter in the south. Even the air seems to be damp and cold. Even the tip of your nose feels cold when you breathe. But Xu Qingzhi doesn't like to sleep with his face buried in the quilt.

The most uncomfortable moment of the day is when you have to get out of bed.

The happiest moment is when I can stay in bed longer.

Wang Yanmei raised her hand and knocked on the door. "Hurry up, hurry up. Don't you see what day it is today?"

"What day?" Xu Qingzhi asked gloomily. He probably stretched out his hands when sleeping at night and got them frozen, so his nose was a little blocked.

She had many problems when she slept. She would roll up the quilt and like to expose her arms and legs. Especially in the winter, she would always unconsciously stretch out her arms, and would only put her arms back in herself when she woke up from the cold.

Wang Yanmei shouted outside the door: "Kill the pig! Have you forgotten that we are going to kill a pig today?"

Well, there is still some time before the Chinese New Year, so they want to smoke some bacon after slaughtering a pig. Her mother also wants to make some sausages and boil lard. Some of the meat is directly put in the freezer so that it will taste almost as good as fresh meat when eaten during the Chinese New Year.

Her father invited many people from the village to help kill the pig.

In the past, there was no restriction on private pig farming, and every household in the village would raise a few pigs. In addition to the house they lived in, they also had a separate kitchen and pigpen.

It’s only since the restrictions on pig raising have been introduced in recent years that fewer people are raising pigs in the village.

The pig-slaughtering dinner is the beginning of the New Year atmosphere in Xu Qingzhi’s memory.

Xu Qingzhi listened attentively and heard the lively conversation of the villagers coming from downstairs.

In fact, she didn't have to do anything to kill the pig. Her mother came to call her simply because someone came, and the person would definitely ask: Hey, where is your young master?

Her mother couldn't say a word, my daughter is still lying in bed.

This is very impolite behavior in the village.

"I know, Mom. I'll get up right away." Xu Qingzhi responded.

"I'm going downstairs. You wash up. There's hot porridge and vegetables on the table downstairs. You can eat something." After Wang Yanmei said this, she went downstairs in a hurry. The sound of her footsteps was 'clacking'.

Xu Qingzhi wrapped himself in the quilt, then slowly stretched out his legs from the edge of the quilt and hung them over the edge of the bed, then picked up the cotton pants next to him and put them on.

"Hiss~" It's cold.

She decided to go all out and quickly threw back the quilt, stepped into the new cotton shoes her mother had bought her a while ago, picked up the down jacket next to her and wrapped herself in it.

I shivered from the cold.

Under the desk nearby, a wooden box stove was turned to the lowest setting, and the two little ones were lying comfortably on it.

Sometimes it was a little too hot, so the two little ones would lie down with a thin quilt underneath.

No one can enjoy it as much as the two sessions.

After Xu Qingzhi finished washing up, he went downstairs.

The house was bustling with many people coming.

She called everyone she met. She recognized some familiar faces and called them according to her memory. She called unfamiliar faces "uncle" and "auntie", which was always right.

Even if they made mistakes, they wouldn't take it personally, they are just children. (End of this chapter)