Early the next morning, many villagers in Dongliu Village discovered that after one night, there was a round snowman at the door of Fang's courtyard. The snowman had round black eyes, a long red nose, and a red cloth strip around his neck.

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The whole image was so naive that many children in the village gathered around the snowman.

Wen Hao ran around in the crowd, his face flushed with excitement, and finally stopped next to the snowman, and told everyone in a low voice that his uncle and aunt made it.

The villagers did not expect that Fang Zheng, who had been sensible since he was a child and did not know what childishness was, could do such childish things after getting married. They all made fun of him, "This young man has become more and more playful now that he has a wife."

"No, I still remember when Sanlang was five or six years old, other children would go up the mountain to catch birds and fish in the water. But he found a book somewhere and squatted on the ground to learn to write with branches.

." The neighbor's aunt of Fang's family said with a smile.

"Yes, since then, I have thought that this child will definitely have a future." Someone agreed.

Everyone spoke without lowering their voices, and laughed with good intentions.

In the east room, Feng Qing quietly pulled Fang Zheng's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Ms. sir, have you really never shot a bird or touched a fish?"

"My hobby since childhood has been reading and practicing calligraphy." Fang Zheng thought about it carefully and replied.

Feng Qing looked at Fang Zheng with admiration for the first time.

She felt that she was already a stable person. She had been interested in embroidery since she was a child and spent most of her time learning and studying embroidery skills. However, she vaguely remembered that she also loved watching cartoons and playing with other children when she was a child.

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Reaching out and patting Fang Zheng on the shoulder, Feng Qing said, "Ms. sir, you will definitely achieve great things in the future."

Even though there is a kind of person in this world who may not be old enough even when he is young, obviously Fang Zheng does not belong to this category. Fang Zheng is what later generations often call "other people's children", the kind who grew up to be outstanding.

Fang Zheng took the opportunity to hold Feng Qing's hand and said with certainty: "No big deal is as important as my wife."

The heartbeat starts to get messy again!

Feng Qing covered her chest with her free hand and looked at Fang Zheng with wide eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Sensing Feng Qing's strangeness, Fang Zheng's expression changed, he bent down and picked him up, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Who would have thought that Fang Zheng would have such a big reaction because of his expression?

Feng Qing hurriedly hugged his neck, "Mr., I'm not feeling uncomfortable. Please put me down quickly. You're not feeling comfortable yet!"

Although he coughed less in the past few days, he still couldn't exercise strenuously. Feng Qing would jump out of his arms.

"Slow down." Feng Qing struggled too hard and was afraid of throwing him, so Fang Zheng carefully put him down.

After standing still, Feng Qing felt a little hot on her face. She stepped away a little and felt her breathing became easier. Then she glanced sideways at Fang Zheng and said, "I just think my husband is getting better and better at coaxing people."

Is it possible to learn how to coax girls without a teacher?

There was a rare charm in Feng Qing's delicate look, and those clean and clear eyes could almost see into his heart. Fang Zheng's body trembled, and he held Feng Qing's hand tightly, "As long as I face the lady, I will always

I can’t help but want to tell you all the most beautiful and best promises that come to my mind.”

If he wasn't afraid of scaring Feng Qing, how could he be so restrained?

With a chuckle, Feng Qing took out his hand, then stood up on tiptoes, pinched the flesh on Fang Zheng's cheek, twisted it, and said, "Let me see if my husband is thick-skinned."

The touch in his hand was smooth and slightly cold, and it was really comfortable to the touch. Feng Qing couldn't help but squeeze it again, and asked and answered himself seriously: "It is indeed much thicker."

His handsome face was deformed by her, Fang Zheng had a smile in his eyes, and his voice was a little blurry, "For my wife, I am as thick as a city wall, but for my husband I am willing."

In less than a month, such a humble gentleman became full of sweet words.

It was all because of her. At this moment, Feng Qing felt a sense of accomplishment.

She laughed and fell into Fang Zheng's arms, hugged his waist, and said in a ferocious manner: "My husband, you can only say these words to me. If I know that you use the same words to coax other women, I will..."

"Hit the mandarin ducks with a stick!"

"Don't worry, Madam, my husband is only willing to have sex with you." It seemed that he had let go of some restraints. Fang Zheng felt that action alone was not enough to express his love for Madam. He wanted to rub Feng Qing into his chest.

Let her see what she thinks.

Fang Zheng never dreamed that he could care so much about a woman.

Leaning on Fang Zheng contentedly, the slight sadness in his heart also dissipated a lot.

She will live a good life here, have a lover, and have two more children. She only hopes that her parents in another world can get over their grief as soon as possible and have a safe and smooth life for the rest of their lives.

"Uncle and aunt, it's time to eat dumplings!" Wen Hao stood by the door, breaking the silence of the room.

Feng Qing raised her head, letting Fang Zheng see the pure happiness on her face. She took Fang Zheng's hand and said with a smile: "Ms. sir, my mother said last night that after breakfast today, we will go to the temple fair in the next town with my eldest brother and sister-in-law's family.

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The children went to bed early last night, and the adults went to bed one after another around the clock. Fang and Jiang stayed up all night, making dumplings while others were sleeping, and started making dumplings only after the children got up.

There are only a few festive days in a year, and even poor people are willing to live this year happily in order to pray for peace and prosperity in the coming year.

Dumplings are stuffed with meat and wild vegetables. Of course, there are much more wild vegetables than meat.

"Mom, I've eaten three of them, why don't any of them have meat in them?" Qin Shufen wanted to use her hands to pull apart the dumpling fillings to see if there was any meat inside.

"Did you eat enough meat yesterday?" Fang Jiang gave Fang Zheng a hard-boiled egg, half for each of the four children, "I put a lot of lard in the filling of these dumplings."

The taste is no worse than minced meat.

"Mom, I never eat too much meat every day." Qin Shufen put the half-eaten dumplings into Fang Erlang's bowl and picked another one herself.

Fang Erlang didn't mind it either. He finished the meal in one bite and said with a smile: "It's good to eat meat."

"I see you're not hungry!" Ms. Fang Jiang stood up and snatched the remaining half bowl of dumplings from Qin Shufen. Fang Erlang and his wife said, "You two will only have one bowl."

Seeing that Mrs. Fang Jiang was really changing her face, Qin Shufen didn't dare to say anything, and she ate a bowl of dumplings with Fang Erlang aggrievedly.

After finishing the meal, Old Man Fang rushed to Xiaoxi Village with a bowl of dumplings without Fang Jiang's knowledge.

Ms. Fang Jiang stood at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at Old Man Fang's hurried back, her expression unchanged.

Because Qin Shufen had a big belly, it was not suitable to go out far, and it was crowded outside. Even though she was so jealous that she almost cried, Ms. Fang Jiang did not let go. She and Fang Erlang stayed with her at home.

Fang Jing and his wife didn't have a single coin on them, so they were too embarrassed to go out with them.
Chapter completed!