It's snowing and the ground is covered in white.
It smells like smoke and fire when you walk on it. Why? The roads are covered in coal slag, so anyone who steps on them gets covered in coal dust. The good thing is that it's non-slip, so you don't feel shaky when you walk on it.
Adults will be worried in this kind of weather. The cabbages need to be kept well covered to prevent them from getting frozen.
I don’t know if there is enough sand on the radish, but I hope the chaff doesn’t freeze.
The tap water at home must be sealed tightly, as frozen and cracked water pipes are really troublesome.
There is also snow clearing. Every household in the alley has to send someone to sweep the snow starting from their own doorstep and moving forward. Eventually, they will join up with the main group and the entire alley will be clean.
The snow in the yard is usually swept to create a path for easy entry and exit. The rest is left to the children at home. No matter how complicated the pile is, their happy chirping and laughter can be heard from far away.
Jiang Cha was off today, so he got up early in the morning to sweep the snow. Shivering with cold, he came back and scribbled a few lines in the yard, symbolically completing the work.
You can tell which family in the alley gets up late and which family is not diligent by sweeping the snow.
Other people get up at dawn to sweep the snow, so it would not be good for her to get up too late.
Never underestimate the power of public opinion. Whether you can freely pass through the alley entrance and the conference center of the Bound Foot Detective Team in the next six months depends entirely on your daily performance.
Hardworking, polite, good at managing life, down-to-earth, and working for a good company—that's how the hutong elders describe her.
So what's the big deal about getting up and sweeping the snow on a snowy morning? The image you've built up won't collapse even if you freeze to death or get trapped to death.
In the clay stove on the kang table, casserole porridge was bubbling, and the ingredients were quite rich.
The famous "Shenxian Porridge" is actually scallion whites with scallion roots, ginger slices, glutinous rice, and rice vinegar.
It's great for preventing colds and promoting sweating. The only difference is the taste. It would be great if I added some lamb slices, frozen tofu, and Chinese cabbage.
Dip it in sesame paste made with chives and fermented bean curd. I believe both the texture and the taste will be elevated to several levels.
I won’t talk about the taste of the porridge when you drink it from the bowl. If you are curious, you can make a pot yourself.
A layer of sweat broke out on my forehead. My hands and feet were numb from working just now. After eating one bowl of this, my whole body warmed up and the heat reached the soles of my feet.
I lay down comfortably, but my butt felt a little hot from sitting on the kang for so long.
There was plenty of firewood for ginger tea, which she had picked up on business trips and brought back from a trip to the United States. She even brought back firewood for the fireplace.
It was just right for heating the kang, so she didn't even need to chop it with an axe. She could just throw the pieces into the stove, piece by piece, and it was very durable.
When she first built the kang, she asked the master to build the stove in the kitchen, with a wall separating the two rooms. In cold weather, she could cook in the kitchen and heat up the kang at the same time.
It has to be said that people from Northeast China know how to enjoy life. She puts a kang table on the big kang. It is no exaggeration to say that except for adding some fire, she doesn't have to go out all day.
After all, she was in the space to solve personal problems, so she didn't need to have too much ready-made food and drink.
The happy times will also end, and when you wake up in the morning, you will notice a noticeable drop in temperature.
As the old saying goes, “It’s not cold when it snows, but it is when it melts.”
There was no crunching sound as she walked on the road. There was only an occasional crackling sound, not loud, just like the sound of her heart breaking.
I crawled out of the warm bed, wrapped myself in a coat and a scarf, and covered myself tightly, leaving only my eyes exposed.
Even in this state, the wind still couldn't let her go. It seemed to be concentrating its force on her eyes, making them red and tearful.
The sadness of office workers makes the weather clear.
The crackling sound of my heart breaking is from not being able to catch the bus in the freezing cold. The tears in my eyes are from being smoked by the stove at work.
Especially in places without heating, people have to take turns lighting the stove. The room is filled with smoke and you can't even tell whether the person opposite you is a man or a woman.
A tin kettle was placed on the coal stove, bubbling with steam.
Not only is it convenient for drinking hot water, it also serves as a simple humidifier.
The north is particularly dry in winter.
It’s no exaggeration to say that if you laugh a little louder, your lips will be cracked and even bleed.
Even a sneeze can cause a nosebleed.
Everyone has electricity on them, and taking off clothes, combing hair, and even door handles will be shocked.
That's why Jiang Cha always envied the girls in the south, their skin was so soft and tender. And then he looked at them, and he saw that it took a lot of effort for them to keep their faces free of wrinkles.
It wasn't very warm in the house, and since there was nothing important to do, the older sisters stopped knitting sweaters.
Or maybe they have already put on their clothes, put their frozen hands in their pockets, drink tea and chat around the stove, and the atmosphere is very good.
She thought that the inspiration for Di Mouni's stepmother tea party might have come from their office.
The chat content is rich, the scale is large, and the topics are explosive, not inferior to those of Hong Kong media paparazzi.
The motivation for us to get up every day and go to work in the cold comes from them.
"Xiao Jiang, do you still remember the dormitory you applied for a while ago?"
Look, the topic is coming.
He immediately nodded attentively so as not to miss any important information.
"I heard that a few days ago, a girl was assigned to that dormitory again. One night, while she was sleeping, two boys got under her covers. The girl was so scared that she screamed, startling everyone in the building.
The dorm manager immediately took the two children to the men's dorm, but their mother threw a tantrum and swore at them. She said the girl was too fussy and her children were young, so what could she possibly do in bed with them?
They also said she was shameless and that the child must have been in her bed with her. Everyone in the dormitory was clamoring for her to move out. The Women's Federation had contacted her several times, asking her to solve the problem if she had any, and to stop making such a fuss.
I heard her husband divorced her because she was extremely partial to boys. She also has a daughter, but if she hadn't fainted in class, no one in the family would have known about it. The child, who just started junior high, was taken to the hospital to sell blood twice.
What a sin! I heard that all the money went to her brother from her mother's side. Since the two adults in the family work, they should be doing well, but she ended up taking all the money back to her mother's side.
The man later kept the money, and she took her daughter to sell blood. She also cheated the nurse who drew the blood.
She told people that she had to sell blood to save her child's father. She had to go down to the mine and couldn't smoke, so she had no choice but to do this. She would stew some meat for her child when she returned.
If the head teacher hadn't called the police, who knows how things would have turned out. It goes without saying that girls need to be more assertive, and even draw blood to scare children.
She should have been bled, hung upside down from a tree, and the blood made into blood tofu and fed to dogs wouldn't have satisfied her.
Well, elder sister is really awesome.
If she were the Supreme Court Justice, the crime rate would come down.
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