On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the heavy snow that had been falling for more than three days finally stopped and the sun came out.

When Yuan woke up at noon, there was no one around, so he could only put on his clothes, with his messy hair and hair tie, he went out to look around.

She called Chunmei but Chunmei refused to pay attention to her and went out with a shovel. Yuan could only go to her grandmother to comb her hair.

Only then did he realize that the yard had been swept clean, leaving only a patch of snow in front of the door, which Chunmei was rubbing with a shovel without even raising her head.

Old Madam Yang was helping A-Yuan comb her hair while she laughed at her:

"Yuan cried so loudly last night that even grandma heard it."

Yuan was sad, but after yesterday's shock, he became much more eloquent and finally said everything he wanted to say:

"Chunmei wouldn't let me call her Chunmei, and she even beat me up! She didn't even help me put on my clothes or comb my hair today! I called her, but she ignored me!"

Old Yang smiled and coaxed her:

"You already call her Chunmei, but you still want her to help you comb your hair?"

A Yuan blushed a little: "I don't know how to do it, can't Chunmei help me comb it?"

"Of course not. It's your mother who will help you comb your hair, not Chunmei."

Old Yang slowly tied the hair tie on Yuan's head.

A Yuan was confused: "Isn't my mother Chunmei?"

Old Madam Yang tied a knot in the hair tie, turned Yuan over, looked at him carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and then said:

"Yes and no, you will understand when you grow up.

Now, you still have to call your mother obediently! Go and ask your mother to wash your face! Look at this mess. "

Old Mrs. Yang touched her head, then got up and went to the kitchen to direct Mrs. Zhao to cook.

Calling her "niang" is like having someone wash their face and get their hair done, and calling her "Chunmei" is like nothing?

A Yuan went to find Li in a daze. Li had just put down the snow shovel and was about to take care of the naughty child, but when she turned around, the naughty child hugged her thigh.

"Mom, I decided to call you mom." Yuan stared at Li without blinking.

"Grandma doesn't care about washing her face."

Li:? ? Do you need to decide? If you don’t decide, I will decide too!

Li never figured out the relationship between the two.

Until she heard what Yuan said, and then announced coldly:

"From now on you have to wash your face yourself!"

"Mom won't help me wash even if I ask her?" A Yuan's eyes were filled with tears.

Li had a blank expression on her face: "Don't ask me, ask Chunmei instead."

Good man, if it wasn’t for washing your face, you would have been prepared to do it to the end!

As expected! You shouldn't have listened to your father. I should have beaten you yesterday!

Li angrily went to help Zhao set the table.

Yuan stood there: ... just, very sad!

Even though today's meal was cooked by Zhao and tasted more normal, it couldn't make Yuan happy.

What’s even more sad is that when Yuan was eating, she found out that her father, who was most likely the one who helped her wash her face every day, had passed away early in the morning!

To be exact, when the four brothers of the Fu family saw that the snow had stopped, they all went to the town to find work, and they probably wouldn't come back for ten days or half a month.

Yuan was so sad that he didn't even enjoy his meal, and even had a piece of steamed bread left. In fact, it was because the steamed bread that day had bran added to it, which made his throat hurt.

The taste of Zhao's cooking returned to normal, but after his father and uncles passed away, the family started adding bran to the rice again.

Li helped Yuan put away the steamed buns and prepared to give them to her in the evening.

The family had a bland meal.

When they were about to go back to their daily routine of warming themselves by the fire, Miss Yang suddenly said in a timid voice:

"Mom, I want to go back to my parents' home while the weather is good.

If Dalang doesn't go to his fourth uncle's place, he should at least let them know. "

Old Yang was fed up with hearing her talk:

"Why go back then? Can't you ask someone to pass on a message?

It's a journey of dozens of miles round trip, and I have to give you two steamed buns to keep you busy on the road.

It would be better to go to the village entrance to find Old Wu and ask him to help tell others when he is driving a bullock cart to send people off."

Old Wu at the entrance of the village is a bachelor who has never married in his life. He is now in his fifties.

He made a living by pulling a ox cart to transport people and helping to carry things. He went everywhere in the surrounding area, but he didn't charge for delivering messages within the village.

There is no guarantee as to when the message will arrive, but it will arrive in about half a month at the latest. All the non-urgent messages in the village are delivered by him.

Normally, when Xiao Yang was scolded, she would be quiet and obedient. But today, she acted out of character, as if she had thought it through long ago. She said:

"What you said is true, I was thinking of doing that too.

But the person who sent the message to my mother last time said that my father has not been in good health recently and caught a cold a while ago. I am really worried about him and want to go back to see him. "

Old Madam Yang half-closed her eyes and looked at her. After a long while, she spoke:

"Why didn't you mention your father's illness earlier?"

Little Yang said hurriedly:

"My family was short of money a while ago, and I was busy embroidering handkerchiefs. I wanted to finish the ones I had on hand so I could sell them for some money, but before I could do anything, it started snowing heavily.

I was delayed for several days and I still don’t know how my father is doing.

But fortunately, the handkerchiefs have been embroidered and I gave them to Erbai to take to the town this morning. I should be able to sell them for some money."

The worry on Xiao Yang's face did not seem fake.

Old Yang thought about it and nodded:

"Well, he's your father after all. There's no eggs left at home, so you can give him two pounds of coarse grains, my eldest daughter-in-law.

After all, I'm going back to my parents' home, so I have to take something, no matter how much.

Take two steamed breads with you on the way, so you can go early and come back early. "

When the daughter-in-law of the old Fu family returns to her parents' home, no matter how difficult the situation is at home, old Yang will not let her go back empty-handed, so as to prevent the relatives from her parents' side from saying something unpleasant. It is also to give the daughter-in-law due face and make the in-laws feel at ease and comfortable.

If Li and her friends went back, old Yang would definitely let them take more with them. After all, Li and her friends' families were very loyal to the old Fu family.

But if Xiao Yang went back to her parents' home...to be honest, giving her two kilograms of coarse grains would be enough to make her feel distressed for a long time.

Mrs. Li knew her mother-in-law's feelings very well, but she still weighed out two pounds and gave it to Mrs. Yang.

Little Yang looked at her mother-in-law with tears in her eyes and a complicated look. She stood at the door for a while, holding the cloth bag filled with grain.

She bit her lower lip, as if she had made up her mind, and walked away without looking back.

A Yuan was sitting on a small stool, turning his head to look around at the excitement. He happened to see that Dalang and Erlang looked at each other, then looked in the direction of grandma, with their mouths slightly open as if they wanted to say something, but finally closed their mouths.

As usual, I sat by the fire with my head down in silence.

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