"There's no problem with the blacksmith shop. As for the wedding request, just keep it simple. No need to make a big fuss."

While sewing two large pieces of silk cloth, Luo Xiaomei told Wang Zheng what she had learned from her visit to the blacksmith shop. There was a hint of envy in her tone, as she and Wang Zheng had not done much at the beginning.

Over the years, Luo Xiaomei has not even been to Chang'an to meet Wang Zheng's family. In the beginning, Yuzhou was busy with early affairs, so Wang Zheng naturally could not leave.

More than a year later, the Bai Zheng incident happened and Wang Zheng was put under house arrest by Li Zhi. If it weren't for the Tubo invasion of Qinghai, Wang Zheng would not have been able to leave the Yu Shui line.

In that era, transportation was slow and it was not easy to travel far. Even though Yuzhou and Chang'an were not too far apart, a round trip would take at least one or two months. If the journey was slower, it could take three months.

It was only when Xiao Yuehua was born that Wang Xian couldn't help but come to Yuzhou to see his grandchildren.

The edges of two pieces of tanned cowhide had been riddled with nail holes. Wang Zheng was holding a steel needle and sewing them with a hemp rope. Hearing the envy in Luo Xiaomei's words, he paused.

Later, someone created Valentine's Day to commemorate him, and then someone changed this holiday to Valentine's Day, well, a Valentine's Day that couples can also celebrate. "

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Xiao Yuehua took out a small red plum blossom paper from her small bag, waved it in front of Wang Zheng like she was offering a treasure, and said with a smile: "Yes, Dad, look, this is the medal that the teacher gave me today, saying that my painting is beautiful."

"It's indeed not short. There's a joke riddle that asks this question: what do monks have but don't use? Westerners' are longer than Easterners'. It's the name."

Wang Zheng thought for a moment and explained, "They are different from us. They are the only god, and naturally, a god needs to take care of everything. But when we have something to worry about, we just create a god.

Wang Zheng nodded, put away his things, and said, "Sit down and do your homework. If you don't understand anything, Daddy will explain it to you."

Luo Xiaomei leaned her head against Wang Zheng's neck and smiled, "The wedding is just a formality. Compared to that, I am very satisfied to be able to live with my brother. I have done many wrong things over the years, but my brother never blamed me. Thank you for your understanding."

Wang Zheng nodded. "It's called a thousand paper cranes. Legend has it that if you fold a thousand paper cranes and give them to your loved one, you can fulfill one of their wishes. I'll fold some every day and give them to you. Then you make a wish and see if it comes true."

As for their ancestors, they also respect them and will add their ancestors' names to their own names."

They respect God very much, and even when they encounter hardships, they will regard them as tests given by God. Our attitude towards God is different. For example, if the Dragon King does not make it rain, the statue of the God will be carried out and whipped by the people.

With a loud "I'm back", Xiao Yuehua rushed in wearing a fox fur hat. Seeing her parents leaning against each other, Xiao Yuehua ran towards them and said dissatisfiedly, "Well, I'm so cold studying alone, but you two are warm at home hugging each other."

Wang Zheng raised his hand and put his arm around Luo Xiaomei's shoulders, saying with a smile, "No one is perfect. There is a fundamental difference between wrong and bad. It was just an unintentional mistake. What's there to blame?"

"I want mutton, roasted."

Wang Ping'an and his classmates have three classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon. They have lunch at school and finish school at around four in the afternoon. This is arranged to allow the children to have enough time to go home.

Wang Zheng thought for a moment and explained, "You can think of it as a Taoist priest or a monk. Anyway, they are people who worship gods. Well, weddings in the West require the witness of gods."

The couple was being affectionate when the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

After thinking for a while, Wang Zheng put down the needle in his hand, took out a piece of white paper and cut it into a square, then sat next to Luo Xiaomei and folded it while saying, "More than three hundred years ago today, a priest named Valentine in the West sacrificed himself for holding a wedding for someone.

Luo Xiaomei blinked and asked, "What is a priest?"

Wang Zheng smiled indifferently. Luo Xiaomei stood up with a bad look on her face, picked up the ponytail broom and prepared to sweep the snow off Xiao Yuehua's winter clothes.

Luo Xiaomei took the paper crane, looked at it, and said with a smile: "It's very beautiful. Does it have a name?"

Xiao Yuehua twisted her toes and pouted, "I don't want to write. It's not like I can't. I'm tired of writing all the time, and you won't let me finish it quickly."

"Don't they worship their ancestors? Marriage is for the purpose of procreation. Shouldn't this be the responsibility of the ancestors? What does God have to do with it?"

Wang Zheng sighed, helped Xiao Yuehua get the paper and pen, and said, "You also need to do homework. You must copy the pinyin and numbers every day."

Xiao Yuehua rushed directly into Wang Zheng's arms and said coquettishly, "I want Daddy to hug me too."

Wang Zheng smiled and handed the folded paper crane to Luo Xiaomei, "Happy Valentine's Day. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you a formal wedding."

"Wouldn't their names be very long then?"

In order to let parents understand their children's academic situation, homework is provided, but it is very little.

"Okay." Luo Xiaomei nodded, turned and left.

Ping An walked up to Wang Zheng and called out, "Daddy."

Wang Zheng took the ponytail broom handed to him by Luo Xiaomei and, while sweeping the remaining snow off his daughter's body, asked, "Did you get any praise from the master today?"

Seeing her brother take out paper and pen to do homework on the small table, Xiao Yuehua pretended not to hear what Wang Zheng said and continued to stay in Wang Zheng's arms and act stupid.

Wang Zheng pulled the corner of his mouth and said helplessly: "You are not writing fast, you are just scribbling. You have to write slowly, stroke by stroke."

Xiao Yuehua said unconvincedly: "But I saw some big words hung on the wall in school, they were just scribbled. The words on the wall can be scribbled randomly, so why can't I write like that?"

Wang Zheng felt a little toothache, Ping An explained: "That's not scribbles, that's called cursive writing, you have to write for many years to write that kind of cursive writing."

Xiao Yuehua said stubbornly: "It's just a random drawing, especially the words on the door. It was drawn by someone called Di Renjie, and it's not as good as mine."

Wang Zheng thought about it and decided to ask someone to ask Di Renjie to write some calligraphy for Xiao Yuehua to copy tomorrow.