Dressed as a farm girl, she randomly cheats and makes the whole family happy

After the first snowfall, we have to prepare for the New Year.

There is heavy snow in the mountains, and roads will be closed once it snows. Fortunately, the Zhao family has bought New Year’s items early.

The new kitchen is big enough for a large family.

It has been snowing for a few days, but the first few days it was not too thick and we could barely pass.

The day before the road was blocked by heavy snow, Chen Jingzhi and Wu Yang arrived at Zhao's house with new year's goods.

Mrs. Zhao was particularly happy.

"It's really lively now, the whole family is here!"

"Have a good New Year this year!"

Wu Yang took big scissors and learned paper-cutting from Zhao Mianmian.

"Oops, I made the wrong cut this time. I can't cut it all off."

Wu Yang said, it was too late, the paper in his hand was wasted again.

"It's so complicated."

Zhao Changfu also held a paper-cut in his hand and laughed loudly.

"Brother Yang, if it doesn't work, stop cutting. Give up the scissors."

"You've already cut three pieces of paper."

Wu Yang raised his eyebrows, "You still have the nerve to accuse me, but your haircut is not as good as mine."

"Look at the one in your hand, how it has been cut."

Zhao Changan showed off the complete paper-cut in his hand.

"Look at mine, how well I cut it. I really don't understand why you haven't learned how to do such a simple paper cutting."

Wu Yang and Zhao Changfu looked at each other, made a temporary truce, and pointed the finger at Zhao Changan.

"Chang'an, please take another one."

"You just pick the simplest pattern, and I can cut it. You have the ability to pick a more difficult one."

"Come on, come on, cut me off."

Zhao Changan put aside the paper-cut in his hand and said, "Come here!"

The three of them got into the paper-cutting pole, while Zhao Mianmian listened in amusement.

"You guys, cut slower. If you cut too fast, it will be easy to cut."

Bad. "

Zhao Yicha and Zhao Nanzhou were listening to Mr. Zhao's lecture. They were still young and didn't know many words, so they struggled to read every time.

But it is much easier to listen to Mr. Zhao speak out, and you can ask questions on the spot if you don’t understand.

Zhao Laosan and Chen Jingzhi were chatting. They got along unexpectedly, and Chen Jingzhi would also bring up official matters intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhao Laosan's opinions coincided with Chen Jingzhi's, and he was very sharp. He could notice every detail that Chen Jingzhi mentioned.

Chen Jingzhi said with emotion, "If my father sees you, he will definitely like you very much."

Chen Jingzhi doesn't plan to go home to celebrate the New Year this year. Anyway, the family will be the same after the Chinese New Year.

Dad is always dissatisfied with himself, but he should like Zhao Laosan very much.

Zhao Laosan is knowledgeable enough, and like his father, he has the intuition to solve cases.

"My father is very talented. If he knew about you, he would definitely accept you as his disciple."

Chen Jingzhi and Zhao Laosan talked about the cases in the capital, and Zhao Laosan was able to point out the problems sharply.

With this talent and ability, his father must be eager to cultivate him.

Zhao Laosan smiled and thought Chen Jingzhi was joking.

"My intuition is just more accurate."

Zhao Laoer is learning carpentry from Mr. Zhao.

"Dad, what do you think about me making a wooden lantern? Make it thin so that the light from the candle can shine through."

Mr. Zhao looked at Mr. Zhao as if he were a fool, "Well, how thin is the wood to make a lantern with so much effort?"

Zhao Laoer thought it was reasonable, "No wonder there are so many styles of lanterns, but no one is made of wood."

"Wooden lanterns are difficult to make, but they can be made into hollow ones. They should be easier to sell."

Mr. Zhao nodded, "That's true. I've seen shops in the county.

The lanterns I bought here are made of hollow wood with beautiful patterns carved on them. "

"They are very expensive, three times the price of other paper lanterns."

Zhao Laoer fiddled with the wooden board in his hand, "What a business opportunity! Dad, I'll give it a try too."

"Maybe it can be sold for money."

Although there are scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, many scholars do not want their children to go into business.

But Mr. Zhao thinks it doesn't matter. Not every son is suitable for an official career. Mr. Zhao has always shown a strong interest in doing business.

A father can't stop his son. Besides, there is no shame in earning money based on your ability.

"Then you can give it a try. There's still a lot of wood left."

"I still remember the carving style. I will draw it for you later. You can refer to it."

Zhao Laoer was already selecting suitable wood, "Okay, dad, I'll hang it on our courtyard door to show off."

Li Xiuxiu was not good at craftsmanship, she frowned with needle and thread in her hand, "Third brother and sister, look at my flower, is it crooked again?"

Li Yuebai stopped what he was doing to look at it, "It's a little crooked, but it's okay. It will be suitable to add a small flower next to it and embroider it into a flower ball."

Zhao Miaomiao stuffed the cotton wool into the hat and sewed the remaining holes.

After finally making a hat, Zhao Miaomiao excitedly showed it to Li Yuebai, "Sister-in-law, look at this hat."

A little hat for Zhao Changrui.

Li Yuebai took the hat, looked around, and praised: "Miao Miao did a great job."

"The little hat is also the right size, and the pattern on it is well embroidered."

After Zhao Miaomiao received the praise, she happily arranged the remaining threads and prepared to make something else.

He Sutong said jokingly, "Miao Miao has been engaged since then.

The flower craftsmanship is all perfect. "

"Now the mandarin ducks on the veil are very vivid. I think they are almost catching up with the third brother and sister."

Zhao Miaomiao's face suddenly turned red, "Sister-in-law!"

Li Xiuxiu had been embroidering for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. When she heard He Sutong's joke, she immediately put down her needle and thread and joined in the conversation.

"Oh, it's not just the mandarin ducks on the veil. Every time Zhou Jiawulang writes, Miao Miao becomes happy."

"It's just that it's hard for your three brothers. Every time I deliver a letter to you, I have a bad look on my face."

"Your second brother also told me that he really wanted to secretly throw away the letter, but seeing you happy but unable to bear it, it was so uncomfortable."

Li Yuebai also smiled and said, "Not to mention receiving letters, there are also small gifts every time."

"The letter sent the day before yesterday came with a gift and was packed in a brocade box. Miaomiao hasn't shown it to us yet."

Zhao Miaomiao's face turned red, "Third sister-in-law, even you are making fun of me."

Listening to the jokes made by her sisters-in-law, Zhao Miaomiao felt shy and sweet.

Wu Lang's letters are very dense, and all the big and small things that happen around him are written in his letters.

The young man's feelings are straightforward and passionate, and every word is filled with love and longing.

Every time he reads Wu Lang's letter, Zhao Miaomiao seems to have personally participated in Wu Lang's life.

This feeling was very wonderful, and Zhao Miaomiao's heart was gradually filled with the young man.

The two brothers Sun Bozong and Sun Boyao stuck to Lu Ming as usual.

Zhao Changrui was very sleepy, but he also liked to stick to Lu Ming. As long as it was daytime, he had to look at Lu Ming, otherwise he would cry.

But now Lu Ming has two little talkative people around him.

The two children had endless things to say. They were talking to each other around Lu Ming without any time to stop.

"My sister likes snow

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"I didn't like snow before, but I do now."

"Me too, me too, it was not fun at all when it snowed before, so I had to stay inside."

"It's snowing now, we are all in the same house, warm and have delicious food."

"I can still see my sister."

"The pancakes made by my second aunt are so delicious, but today they are roasted potatoes."

"Baked potatoes are delicious too. I love baked potatoes too."

Lu Ming quite liked this kind of chatter. He was used to being lonely in his previous life, so he liked the excitement.

Moreover, there were many children in the orphanage, and Lu Ming was used to getting along with them.

Listening to the little voices of Sun Bozong and Sun Boyao, there is a familiar feeling, and they are her family members, so I like this kind of excitement even more.

It was just hard for Zhao Changrui. He had been very sleepy for a long time, and there was still noise in his ears. He couldn't bear to leave, so he could only doze off but couldn't fall asleep.