She was also afraid that if the golden finger was opened too wide, it would make Widow Wu bloated. Large items were not comparable to food or cloth.
Widow Wu has had a hard time, but in this world not all those who live a miserable life are good people, and not all good people are always good people. Since it could have been avoided from the beginning, Hua Wanchi did not want to test human nature.
The snow stopped snowing for two days, and when the sky cleared up, the snow began to melt, and the snow water flowed down from the roof.
The coldest days are when the snow melts. Wu Muxiang braved the freezing cold and came to Lao Hua's house. Wan Qingliu said that she wanted to write a letter to her relatives in Hai City and ask them to send the sewing machine to her.
It takes half a month to get it, but Wu Muxiang is not in a hurry.
Learning a craft is a long-term process, so there is no need to rush in the next half month.
After leaving Lao Hua's house, Wu Muxiang carried a large piece of meat to Lao Yu's house. Seeing that the old couple were in good condition, he felt relieved.
Wu Muxiang handed the meat to Old Mrs. Wu, and a cloud of hot steam came out of her mouth.
"Auntie, I got some mutton and brought some to you. Is everything okay here?"
Mrs. Wu was very happy to see that someone still cared about them. She smiled and said:
"Why are you out here freezing in this cold weather? We're fine, it's nothing serious. Look at your face, it's red from the cold. Come in and warm up."
Then he sighed and said, "We have to renovate the house next year. I think if we don't do something about it, it's going to collapse."
Speaking of houses, Wu Muxiang's heart was moved.
Her family still lives in a thatched hut. It is winter now and the house is blowing cold wind. She wants to renovate the house next year - build a brick house!
It won’t leak rain in the summer and won’t leak wind in the winter.
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