, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Muzichuan shook his head with an indifferent expression, turned around and left the room.
There are two great joys in life since ancient times.
It's a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and it's time to inscribe names on the gold medal list.
I, Muzichuan, will definitely pick it up on the gold list.
In the bridal chamber, if it's not the person I want, the title of 'the married wife' would rather remain empty than fill it up!
Seeing her son's resolute departure, Widow Liu was so angry that she almost fainted.
Mrs. Song on the side just sighed and came over to persuade.
"Zichuan is too stubborn. In the afternoon, Yang Laoer asked someone to send a good letter, agreeing to the marriage."
"If you change your words now, you will be in even greater trouble!"
Mrs. Song's face was full of worry.
Widow Liu took a breath and showed a trace of determination in her eyes.
"I gave birth to Zichuan, I will definitely have a way to make him obey!"
"What can we do?" Mrs. Song asked.
Widow Liu did not.
"Mom, I'm a little hungry. Go to the kitchen and help me make some millet porridge."
"All right."
Mrs. Song sighed and left the room.
Here, Mrs. Liu got off the bed, moved a stool and placed it under the beam.
He took out the belt from his waist and threw it up onto the belt, tied it into a knot, leaned forward and put his head into the condom.
Kick your feet hard...
"Clang!"
As soon as Ms. Song walked under the window outside, she heard the sound of a stool falling to the ground from inside.
Mrs. Song secretly thought something was wrong and ran towards the house with her little feet. She was so frightened that she immediately collapsed to the ground.
"Zichuan, Zichuan..."
Song's shout shocked Mu Zichuan who was studying in the west room opposite.
Mu Zichuan rushed into the east room and saw his mother hanging on the beam.
His legs weakened and he almost fell over.
"mother!"
Mu Zichuan stumbled over and took Widow Liu down, laying her flat on the bed.
Mrs. Song came over, pinched her and poured hot tea.
Finally, Widow Liu was dragged back from the gate of hell.
"Third daughter, why are you so stupid? Are you asking me, the white-haired person, to give away the black-haired person..."
Mrs. Song lay on Widow Liu's body and cried loudly.
Widow Liu lay there, staring blankly at the tent ceiling.
Mrs. Song cried for a while, and then beat Muzichuan next to her hard.
"Filial piety comes first, everything your mother does is for you!"
"Can't you grant her wish?"
"Without my mother, what's the point of winning the top prize one day?"
Mu Zichuan almost collapsed.
He knelt down with a bang and burst into tears.
"Mom, as long as you are good, your son will do whatever you want him to do..."
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Early in the morning, Yang Ruoqing got up from bed and helped Sun make breakfast.
Today is the winter solstice.
The winter solstice is as big as the new year.
According to the custom in Changping Village, on the winter solstice, one has to go up the mountain to worship ancestors and burn incense.
You also have to give gifts of food to the elders, relatives and friends at home.
The food is different in every place.
This area of Changping Village is famous for dumplings.
The mother and daughter came to the kitchen, and Mrs. Sun kneaded the dough and rolled out the dumpling wrappers.
Yang Ruoqing was busy chopping meat fillings.
The meat was brought back from town yesterday.
She bought three pounds of skin-on pork belly, planning to serve it with leeks and dried tofu.
Make a sufficient meal of dumplings and have a good 'fat winter'.
"Your grandma will give you a bowl, Chang Geng and Daniu's family will each have a bowl, and Tangyazi's family will have a bowl..."
Sun was kneading the dough while thinking about it with Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing nodded while chopping vegetables.
In the kitchen, the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables is like a piece of music...
In the kitchen of Lao Yang's house in the front yard.
Under Tan's supervision, the three daughters-in-law, Jin, Yang and Liu, were also busy in the kitchen.
Yang kneads the dough, Liu chops the meat, and Jin is in charge of the stove.
Mrs. Liu was chopping meat and talking to Mrs. Yang.
"Second sister-in-law, I heard from matchmaker Zhou that after the winter solstice, she will send Zichuan to come to our house to recognize the bride!"
"Oh my, once this marriage is confirmed, the scholar will be the prospective son-in-law of our old Yang family."
"As an aunt, when I walk out, my face will be stained with glory!" Mrs. Liu said.
"That's right, Zichuan is talented and Lan'er is beautiful. They are a perfect match!"
Yang said with a smile, and her hands kneading the dough became more energetic.
Mrs. Liu asked again: "I heard from the fourth child that when Lan'er was born, the azaleas behind our village were all in bloom."
"You also said that a magic fortune teller came to our village that year and told Lan'er's fortune. Was it the best auspicious fortune?"
Mrs. Liu inquired.
Yang became even more proud when he mentioned this matter.
"That year, all the girls in the village sent their birthdays and horoscopes to be counted, and Lan'er had the best life!"
"We say that Lan'er is destined to be rich and noble, but the husband she married is not an ordinary person!"
"Oh, this is really right." Mrs. Liu said with a smile.
"Zichuan is the only scholar in our village, and he won the first prize in the future. Then won't our Lan'er be the wife of the first prize?"
Ms. Liu clicked her tongue and said, "So rich!"
Yang raised her chin proudly: "These things are all destined by fate."
"Fat girl is destined to be unlucky, so she is destined not to marry Zichuan. After all this, Zichuan and Lan'er are still a perfect match!" Yang said.
Liu nodded in agreement.
"Did you, fat girl, think about your birth date?" Ms. Liu asked again.
Yang curled her lips: "Forget it!"
"What's the result?"
"I don't know. I have to ask my mother. The fortune teller told my mother. My three siblings and I don't know," Yang said.
Mrs. Liu immediately turned her attention to Mrs. Tan who was standing by the pot table.
"Mom, what did the fortune teller say about Fat Ya?" Madam Liu asked curiously.
However, Mrs. Tan gave Mr. Liu a fierce look.
"Why are you involved in so many things? I'll chop your flesh off!"
"Mom, this is pork, not my meat. It's unlucky to say anything during the Winter Solstice..."
"I bother!"
Tan spat at Liu.
"If you are asked to make dumplings, make them properly. There is so much nonsense and spittle is flying everywhere. How can you eat these dumplings?"
Yang and Liu all closed their mouths and buried their heads.
Mrs. Tan gave a few more instructions, turned around and went back to her room.
As soon as Mrs. Tan turned around, the kitchen was chattering again.
Over there, Mrs. Tan ducked into her room, turned around and closed the door.
He took out the key, opened the dresser drawer, and rummaged through it.
Old Yangtou was sitting there smoking a dry cigarette and glanced at Mr. Tan here.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
Tan said without raising his head: "The ten thousand year old almanac."
"Ah? What?" Old Yangtou asked again.
Mrs. Tan remained silent and continued searching. Soon she found several pieces of yellowed paper.
The paper was damp and yellow, and there were still a few vague words on it.
"Dad Mei'er, please take a look at the names written on these two pieces of paper."
Mrs. Tan handed the two pieces of paper to Old Yangtou.
Old Yangtou then squinted his eyes and said, "I'm so wet that I can't even see half of the word clearly. What on earth is this?"
Mrs. Tan frowned and said, "Didn't a magic fortune teller come to our village at that time? I got the birth dates of Mei'er, Lan'er, and Fat Ya to be approved."
"The fortune teller said that among the girls of our old Yang family, there is going to be a great one."
"I asked which one it was? He didn't tell me. He said it was a secret that must not be leaked!"
