Chi Xingyue thanked him with a smile before picking up the tofu pudding and drinking it.
There are also freshly fried dough sticks next to it, which are fragrant and crispy.
"Grandma, you should try some too. Is this tofu pudding made by Aunt Taohua herself? It's so tender!"
The old lady nodded: "Taohua's family used to sell tofu. If it weren't for... well, I won't say more. If you like it, eat more!"
Chi Xingyue saw the "story" from the old lady's face, but tactfully kept silent and didn't ask.
I think it is some unhappy past. If that is the case, there is no need to open up the wound and make people feel unhappy.
I took a chopstick of the cold-mixed fennel seeds and found them crispy and delicious. I couldn't help but give them a thumbs up.
"Old lady, look, do I look good in this dress?"
The old man put the woolen sweater on over his inner clothes, and a piece of white brocade was exposed at the neck and cuffs. Paired with the loose trousers underneath, it always looked a bit out of place.
Chi Xingyue's heart sank, and she felt like she was about to fail.
But the old man liked it very much. He touched the sweater and said, "It's really warm. I don't feel cold at all when I wear it!"
The old lady did the same. She touched the clothes on the old man and showed no disgust or dissatisfaction at all. Instead, her face was full of envy.
"It's really slippery and the size is perfect. You just throw on a jacket and you're good to go."
The old man immediately took out a coat and put it on, and found that it was better than wrapping himself in several autumn clothes. Not only did it keep him warm, but it also did not restrict his limbs.
"No, no, I want to show off to Old Man Han and let him see that I married a good grandson's wife!"
Unfortunately, before he even stepped out of the door, he was stopped by the old lady.
"Xingyue is making money from this, so please don't make things more complicated."
Although the old man believed in his old friend's character, how many people in trouble could resist temptation?
It would be so frustrating if counterfeit products appeared on the market before your business even got off the ground.
So, the old man turned around and went to show off to his three annoying sons.
On the Double Ninth Festival, everyone slept like a pig and didn't even bother to prepare gifts to honor the old man. Humph, so annoying!
Chi Xingyue's eyes curved as she pulled out a golden hairpin from her sleeve. It was a peony made using filigree craftsmanship.
The old lady's eyes lit up when she saw this.
"Grandma, this is what my husband and I picked for you. Do you like it?" As he said this, he put the hairpin on the old lady's head.
The old lady raised her hand and touched it lightly, then nodded and said, "I like it, I like it!"
Then he stood up and said to the two of them, "Please sit down. I'm going to go see what your grandfather is doing. Don't be careless and get into trouble."
Although he said this, he actually had the same plan as the old man.
Chi Xingyue looked at her hurriedly walking away and smiled.
I asked Xiaohe to bring some walnuts over and we peeled them while chatting.
I had no idea that West House and Tinglan Courtyard almost became a battlefield.
The old man angrily grabbed the man and started scolding him.
It was just that his slightly strange attire made it difficult for everyone to focus on what he was saying.
The old lady did the same, she would tilt her head from time to time, and when someone saw the golden hairpin on her head, she felt very happy.
After a long time, a group of people came to Rongsiyuan. They ate and praised the sweaters and gold hairpins, but they were cursing in their hearts, saying that the second house was not behaving like human beings.
Ling Weicheng and Shu Muyun were somewhat proud that their son and daughter-in-law were smart and knew how to flatter the two elders.
It's just that the gift was sent too hastily, and neither she nor her husband had seen it yet.
Now if I want to know the details, I have to say nice things to the two old people, which is annoying.
After breakfast, the group went out. Climbing high on the Double Ninth Festival, worshipping gods and ancestors, and feasting to pray for longevity are traditions of later generations and the Yong Dynasty.
Housekeeper Ling had asked Song Lizheng a long time ago and knew that there was a similar activity in the village, so he signed up the Ling family and waited until the Double Ninth Festival to go to the temple on the mountain to pray together.
Look, a group of people are ready to go, with only a few left to guard the house, and they are all heading towards the foot of the mountain.
The foot of the mountain this time wasn't the Ling family's farmland. The mountain east of the village was more gentle, and the villagers usually went up from here to chop wood and pick mushrooms.
Today was the same, a group of people were waiting at the foot of the mountain, and everyone in the village who had nothing to do came out to join in the fun.
Some people are particular and even bring chrysanthemum wine.
The Ling family brought more things, including roast chicken, osmanthus cake, dogwood, pots, pans, etc.
Song Lizheng came over from afar to greet them and introduced today's mountain climbing team to Old Master Ling.
A group of people chatted and laughed, and after a while, they set off together.
Chi Xingyue looked at a newly built adobe house not far away and asked Ling Jiheng, "Is that the Han family's yard?"
Ling Jiheng nodded: "Yes!"
Chi Xingyue frowned: "Don't they have to go up to the heights to worship their ancestors? It seems like I've been here for so long, but I haven't run into anyone from their family yet!"
Ling Jiheng said in a low voice: "All the men have gone to the mines, leaving only the old man and a bunch of women and children. They don't come out very often."
Chi Xingyue understood, looked at the adobe house, and sighed.
It’s almost extremely cold, and I don’t know if the women in my family can withstand it.
There are also people who go out to do forced labor. It is already difficult to endure in ordinary winters, and with the bad weather this year, I don’t know how many members of the Han family will be able to come back!
But these are not her business. Little people should respect their own destiny.
Chi Xingyue, the cannon fodder, never interferes in other people's lives, for fear of returning to the plot.
Strolling along the country road, I found that this side was much more desolate than my own fields.
I didn't encounter many good things along the way, but of course, the whole environment is safer.
From a distance, you can see a temple. It is said to have existed since the previous dynasty, and that sincerity can bring blessings.
A group of people walked towards the temple, cleaned it, and then burned incense and knelt down to worship. The grand scene was quite shocking.
Chi Xingyue knelt down with a reverent heart that preferred to believe it was true.
Pray to Buddha to bless your family in another world and bring them peace and prosperity.
In a moment, Chi Xingyue was helped up by Ling Jiheng. The group left the temple and continued to climb.
It was not until noon that we reached the highest hill and stuck the dogwood in our hands into the ground, marking the end of today's climbing activity.
The villagers were planning to go down the mountain, but the Ling family glanced in the direction and planned to go to the stream to eat.
The crabs during the Double Ninth Festival are more delicious than those during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they don’t want to miss it.
Seeing that the Ling family had no intention of going down the mountain, Song Lizheng asked about their plans.
When I learned that this group of people were going into the mountains, I was really moved. After obtaining the consent of the Ling family, I told the villagers to let them go down the mountain by themselves.
The villagers of Qingshan Village looked at each other in bewilderment, but their feet seemed to be stuck with glue, unable to move.
A pair of eyes stared at Song Lizheng with such passion that it made him mad.
"What's going on?" Song Lizheng asked with a stiff face.
"Uncle Lizheng, can you take us with you?"
Song Lizheng: “…”
He himself is a burden, and he still brings you along. What the hell do you want?
But he did not refuse outright, but asked the Ling family carefully.
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