Ye Changxue stopped talking immediately.
Five coppers is better than nothing.
At this time, in Boss Ye's room, Sister Ye helped Qingtian put on new clothes, new boots, and braided her hair. She looked at her from left to right and liked her so much.
"Our Qingtian is getting prettier and prettier!" Mrs. Ye gave her daughter a big kiss on the cheek. "After the New Year, Qingtian will be five years old!"
Qingtian put on her clothes and prepared to get out of bed, but Mrs. Ye stopped her and said, "Why don't you look under your pillow?"
"What's under the pillow?" Qingtian was confused, so he reached under the pillow and took out two purses.
Qingtian asked in surprise, "Did Mom make a purse for me?"
"This is New Year's money!" Thinking that Qingtian had never received New Year's money before, Mrs. Ye felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She quickly helped her open her purse and said, "Look, this is from grandma.
"This is given to you by your parents."
The purse that Boss Ye and Sister Ye gave to Qingtian was much fatter and heavier than the one given to Old Lady Ye.
When he opened it, he poured out eight small silver ingots with the words "peace, joy, success and no worries" written on them.
This was something that Mrs. Ye had thought of early on, and she specifically asked Boss Ye to have it custom-made in advance, even spending extra money on labor.
But looking at the cute little ingots, Mrs. Ye felt that the money was well spent.
"Mom, what is the New Year's money for?" Qingtian had never received New Year's money before and had no idea about it.
"New Year's money is a wish from grandma and daddy for you to have a safe and happy new year."
"But as long as my parents are by my side, I'm very happy!" Qingtian had no intention of spending any money. He simply pushed the small silver ingots to Sister Ye and said, "Mom, please put them away for me."
"Okay, mom will keep it for you first!" Mrs. Ye thought about it and it made sense. The child was still too young and probably didn't have the concept of spending money outside, so she would just save it for her first.
After breakfast, Qingtian went out to play with his brothers.
The adults were busy at home killing chickens and chopping meat in preparation for the New Year’s Eve dinner.
Mrs. Ye and her two sisters-in-law were busy in the kitchen for the whole morning. Only after they had prepared all the necessary dishes did they finally have time to go back home.
As soon as she entered the room, she saw Qingtian sitting on the kang with a flushed face, warming her hands. She immediately thought of the time when she had a fever before, and walked towards Qingtian anxiously.
"Have you gone out to play in the snow again? Your face is red from the cold." Mrs. Ye said as she picked up Qingtian. She felt that her hands were also cold, so she quickly put them in her arms to warm her.
Old Madam Ye said quickly, “Don’t mention it, these brats dragged Qingtian out to play in the snow for the entire morning.
“I was afraid that Qingtian might have a fever and didn’t want her to go, but who could stand this little girl looking at me with blinking eyes and begging me?
"Since it was New Year's Day, I put some gloves on her and let her go.
"I told those brats to take good care of Qingtian, but she took off her gloves when she came back just now. Her hands were red from the cold, so I quickly asked her to get on the kang to warm them up."
After hearing this, Mrs. Ye tapped Qingtian's forehead with her hand and said lovingly, "Tell me, Mom, what did you do this morning? Why are your hands so frozen?"
Qingtian hugged Mrs. Ye's neck and said happily, "Mom, my brothers and I are making a snowman outside.
"I made a beautiful snowman especially for you. I'll take you to see it."
After saying this, Qingtian broke free from Mrs. Ye's arms and wanted to get down.
Mrs. Ye had no choice but to put her down and help her put on her shoes.
Qingtian immediately grabbed Mrs. Ye’s hand and ran into the yard.
"Ouch, slow down, don't fall."
As Mrs. Ye spoke, she increased the force with which she pulled Qingtian, fearing that she would fall.
Qingtian's legs moved very fast, and he jumped from time to time, swinging the two little balls on his hat around like a lively little rabbit.
Mrs. Ye followed Qingtian into the yard and saw a snowman built under the tree.
This snowman is very delicately made, with facial features painted with burnt coal, and two small tree branches inserted on both sides of the body as arms. It is very cute and you can tell at first glance that it was made with care.
Even the snowman has a sunny-day scarf around his neck.
"Mom, look, does this snowman look like you?" Qingtian pointed at the snowman and said, "I even gave the snowman hair specially."
Seeing the dried vegetable leaves on the snowman's head, Mrs. Ye didn't know whether to be moved or laugh.
Mrs. Ye originally wanted to say, "Kid, why did you wrap your scarf around the snowman? No wonder your face is so red from the cold."
But when I looked down, I saw Qingtian’s little face raised up, blinking his big eyes, looking at me with anticipation.
When I thought about what the child had said before, the snowman was her, I suddenly felt warm in my heart.
Mrs. Ye turned around and squatted, hugged Qingtian, gently pinched her cold little nose with her hand, and said with a smile: "Our Qingtian really loves mother and built such a beautiful snowman for her.
"Then as a reward, Mom will take you back to the house to eat candy now, okay?"
Seeing that Mrs. Ye liked it, Qingtian couldn't stop smiling.
Just as Mrs. Ye was about to carry Qingtian back to the house, Boss Ye came out and said, "I heard you two talking and laughing in the house. What good things were you talking about? And you didn't even take me with you."
Hearing these jealous words, Mrs. Ye couldn't help but teasing Mr. Ye deliberately: "Qingtian built a snowman for me. Look, isn't it beautiful?"
What Boss Ye said just now was just a joke. Now he looked in the direction of Sister Ye's finger and saw that the snowman still had his daughter's new scarf wrapped around his neck. He felt really jealous.
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