The first day of the Lunar New Year, the beginning of the New Year, is the day for paying New Year's greetings.
After breakfast, Feng Qingxue put on some ugly makeup and went out with her sister to wish a happy new year to the elders in the clan whom she met, but she did not visit them in person.
By doing this, she gained a lot of goodwill.
At this time, every family was hungry and poor, so how could they give out New Year's money? Apart from the few cents or snacks that the closest relatives and younger generations would kowtow to the elders at home to get, other relatives and friends would just say hello when they met each other.
Although everyone hopes that the younger generations in the clan will come to pay New Year's greetings to show their respect for the elders, some families really have nothing to offer, while others are reluctant to let the younger generations who come to pay New Year's greetings go back empty-handed. The younger generations are unhappy, and the elders are also embarrassed. Therefore, Feng Qingxue's behavior can be regarded as considerate.
After a tour, Feng Qingxue found that there was no obvious New Year atmosphere in Caohu Brigade.
Although a few houses had posted Spring Festival couplets praising contemporary great men on their doors, and the smell of meat could be smelled occasionally, there were no sounds of firecrackers, and many people's skinny or swollen faces did not show any trace of New Year's joy.
Their biggest wish for the New Year is to have enough food and warm clothing in the coming year.
Feng Qingxue tactfully told her sister not to tell anyone about her family's New Year celebrations.
"Of course I know, sister. I'm not stupid. I won't tell others that we have good things at home." What if it's snatched away by someone who's jealous? Then you won't be able to eat the delicious food.
Hearing this, Feng Qingxue rubbed her head with a smile on her face, "You devil girl!"
"Hehe!" Feng Qingyun smiled with curved eyebrows.
"Xiaoxue!" Aunt Feng stood in a sheltered place where the sun was shining brightly. She grabbed Feng Qingxue who was passing by and led her to join a group of men, women, young and old from the neighborhood who were basking in the sun and chatting.
In winter, there is nothing to do and people lack energy, so everyone likes to go out to bask in the sun and chat to relieve boredom.
A group of children aged between two or three and ten were playing in front of them. Some were using slingshots, some were throwing sandbags, some were playing in the mud, and some were playing games that Feng Qingxue couldn’t name.
Feng Qingyun's eyes lit up. He turned to look at Feng Qingxue, and when she nodded, he quickly ran to the group of children.
Feng Qingyun was naturally pretty, and under her sister's careful care, she was dressed neatly and appropriately. She was very different from most dark-skinned children, but she was very attractive to other children who wanted to play with her.
Everyone loves beauty, regardless of gender, age or status.
People with good looks always tend to be liked by others.
Seeing her sister having fun, Feng Qingxue listened to everyone's conversation with peace of mind.
"Has Hongling given birth? I haven't seen her recently. According to calculations, she should be born in these two days." Someone asked Hongling's father.
Hongling's father was talking to a group of laborers about the crops in the field. When he heard someone asking about his daughter, he hurriedly said, "Her mother went to Guangcheng's house early in the morning. I am also waiting for news."
In other words, Hongling is giving birth.
The woman who was asking the question smiled and said, "Look at Hongling's belly and you know it must be a boy. Don't worry. Nothing happened in our brigade during the twelfth lunar month this year. The child must be safe."
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Even in years of famine, new life is always blessed by everyone.
Unfortunately, human life is not determined by blessings. In the evening, when they heard that Hongling had given birth to a boy, both her husband's and her own families had no time to rejoice because the child died in the evening.
Feng Qingxue heard the news the next morning. When she heard the news, she was preparing brown sugar eggs for Hongling to give to her during her confinement after childbirth.