The red quilt is fluttered on the kang and fresh cotton is covered with it. Even the poorest family, their luggage and bedding are essential for marriage.

My aunts were threading needles and sewing straight lines on the quilt. In the past two years, they just started to use quilts and other things.

The women all had a thimble on their fingers, a circular hoop, and they were wearing ring-like rings.

There are small and fine pits on the surface. When sewing things, if they are too hard and are more laborious, use this to push the needle to the nose, so it is called a thimble.

Decades later, Liu Qingshan watched an interview, and he was holding a thimble, asking for it like young girls, but most of them didn't know what it was for.

When rural people are idle in winter, they like to sit on the kang, do work and chat, and sometimes guess riddles.

There is a riddle about thimbles, called: Don’t click, don’t click, clean your eyes.

There is another corresponding one: not big or big, and the whole body is clean.

"Qingshan is back, haha, look at our little mountain, the most energetic young man in Jiapigou!"

The captain's aunt praised her with a smile.

"No, when the next year, Sister Linzhi will be able to hold her big fat grandson." Ganzi's wife also made fun of her.

My mother, Lin Zhi, sat on the edge of the kang, also looked at her son and smiled: She had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

A very special feeling also arose in Liu Qingshan's heart: his mother died early in his previous life and had no chance to enjoy the joy of family. In this life, he must help his mother make up for this regret.

"Green Mountain, go up tomorrow, go to the grave." A major event suddenly rang out in Linzhi.

According to local rules, when boys at home want to get married, they have to burn paper for their ancestors' graves.

The general meaning is to pass on good news to our ancestors.

The family needs to import people, which is a big joy, so the paper that is pressed on the grave should not be made of yellow paper that is usually burned, but red paper to indicate that the family will have a happy event.

"Mom, I'll go tomorrow." Liu Qingshan also felt that the news must be known to his father. If his father knew about it, he would definitely be very pleased.

After chatting for a few words, the cups on the kang were finished, and the aunts and aunts went back to their respective houses.

They all help each other and don’t have to serve food.

After seeing off the guests, Lin Zhi said to her son: "Sanfeng, should you use the new house to use the large brick and tile house in the west courtyard? This old house is really too old?"

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "Mom, I still have feelings for the old house, so let's get married in this house. I cleaned up these days and it will be almost done."

Anyway, Liu Qingshan came back during the holidays, so there was no need to get a new house.

The most important thing is that he has lived in this house since he was a child, and his feelings are really profound.

"Will you have any ideas on Xiaotong?" Linzhi is a woman, so when she thinks about the question from the perspective of her daughter-in-law, will she feel that this old house is too shabby?

"Mom, it's okay, Tongtong doesn't like the poor or the rich."

Liu Qingshan knew Wu Tong's temperament and knew that girl, and also had feelings for this old house, because this was also the place where she gained a new life.

As we were talking, we saw the two old men, Grandpa and Grandpa, working together to carry a flowerpot, followed by the mute grandpa, holding another pot in his hand.

The flower pot is covered with pockets, probably because I am worried about being frozen outside.

Liu Qingshan and Li Tie hurriedly took it over, and he had already guessed what it was.

Liu Shikui smiled and gently took off his pocket, revealing the green leaves and red flowers inside.

"Three Phoenixes, these two pots of Clivia will be announced in the new house when the flowers bloom and the good news is released."

Liu Shikui knew that his grandson would definitely regard this house as a new house, and of course he knew his grandson best.

"Okay grandpa." Liu Qingshan agreed and placed the flower pot on the cabinet. The room suddenly became full of vitality.

Grandpa also said with a smile: "Flowers bloom to welcome spring and bring wealth. Green mountains, this is what your grandfather and grandpa give you."

My mother also smiled and nodded, while the corners of her eyes were slightly wet. She secretly talked about the collars and wiped them. The smile on her face became even brighter than the blooming Clivia.

At this time, grandpa suddenly coughed lightly: "Zhi'er, when Sanfeng finishes her marriage, you are the old son getting married. After the big thing is over, you should consider your own affairs."

"Dad..." Linzhi's people in her forties all turned red by the old father's words.

Liu Shikui also nodded: "For so many years, Xiaozhi has suffered. Now that the children are getting older, life is getting better, and I am worthy of Zijun. Don't worry, Xiaozhi, your parents support you."

After saying that, Liu Shikui glanced at the mute grandfather sitting on the edge of the kang intentionally or unintentionally.
Chapter completed!