In winter, it snows twice in Lucheng every three days, and it gets colder after the snow. The north wind is like a knife, carving people's faces, and there are fewer and fewer people on the street.

During the slack season, everyone in the village is in winter. At the end of the year, it becomes more and more difficult to find jobs in the city. The wharf in Lucheng is no more than a cargo ship, and the people hardly go out.

Before dawn, Li Haitang had finished washing up. When she walked to the front yard, she saw that Second Aunt Chen had already prepared breakfast and was sweeping snow with a big broom.

"Haitang, put on more clothes when you go out today, and be careful not to catch the cold."

Second Aunt Chen put down the broom, rubbed her hands, white mist came out of her mouth, "It snowed heavily last night, and the way out of the city was difficult. I heard that in the north of the city, the roof of a house was crushed by the heavy snow."

Lucheng is close to the border town, and the climate is not much different. Poor people live in a thatched hut with a large family. The winter is the most difficult. The snow is heavy, the roof collapses, and the wind is strong, and the thatch roof is blown away by the wind. Every winter, poor people freeze to death.

"It's snowing in Lucheng, so I don't think the border town can escape."

Aunt Chen sighed, the heavy snow came early this year, and the mud house at home had a big gap in the wall, so it might have collapsed by now.

They won't go back for a few years, but it's still home after all, and the relationship is unusual. She always wants to go back and take a look.

"Then wait for me to come back from offering incense, and find a day to go back and have a look."

The Ruan family bought a house for their siblings in the county, and Li Haitang also wanted to go back and have a look. The house is not full of people, so it's not good to be empty. She thought about hiring a hardworking woman to clean the yard once in a while.

There was a carriage at home, Uncle Chen drove the carriage, and took Li Haitang and Lixia to the foot of the mountain. The Baita Temple was on the mountain, so they had to climb up by themselves, a total of 1,001 steps.

On the carriage, there was a small red clay stove in the corner. Li Haitang made **** jujube tea and handed it to Li Xia, "Isn't it convenient for you to come out of Xiahe Village?"

A few days ago, Liu Daniu tied the knot, Lixia bought a house in Xiahe Village, and brought her godmother to move there.

The room is spacious and bright, with a big heated kang by the window, and Lixia loves to be clean. The door curtains and curtains are all made of floral cloth, which is modern and fresh.

"I went out before dawn. My godmother was worried about me and insisted on coming with me."

Lixia was not as sad as before, with a smile on her face, mother and daughter together, on the road in the middle of the night, she sent the godmother to the house in the town, and then came to look for Li Haitang.

The villagers in Xiahe Village are simple and honest. She claims to be a widow, and the villagers take good care of their mother and daughter. Originally, Li Xia thought that she would be pointed out by others, and rumors cannot be avoided. Unexpectedly, everyone in the village is very friendly.

"Do you want to live in the future?"

Li Haitang took a sip of hot tea. In this world, it is not easy for women to survive. The land Li Xia bought is only enough for them to eat. I am afraid that if things go on like this, someone will have bad intentions.

Modern women can be self-reliant, but in Daqi, women are doomed to depend on men for survival.

"I have no idea."

Li Xia lowered her eyes, her life in Qin's family was like being in hell, she didn't see the sun, and she had to endure some abuse every few days, she sometimes wondered what supported her to survive, instead of finding a rope hanged.

"Haitang, you know, some things, I don't want to just pretend they never happened."

Li Xia shook his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and forced a smile, "Lucheng is so close to the border town, if I deceive others, sooner or later I will be exposed."

Therefore, Li Xia doesn't consider getting married, she lives with the godmother, and plans to provide for the godmother in the future.

"Let's not talk about getting married, what are you going to do for a living?"

Lixia's personality is just like Pucao's, forbearance and tenacity, she is right, if other little ladies have such a past, even if they don't die, they will be insane.

The money he got from Qin Yuanwai was limited, and he had to ask for money to eat and drink, so he couldn't just sit and eat.

"I can hardly do anything but needlework."

Lixia stalls hands, she and her godmother learn to make insoles, go to the market to set up stalls, sell them to traders and pawns, and earn hundreds of dollars.

"However, the cost of fabric and needlework has to be removed from the several hundred Wen, so after calculation, it is only enough to subsidize the family."

Making money is not as easy as imagined. Almost all women in the village can sew, tie nets, and make insoles. The market is not big, and there are more than a dozen of them doing this business.

"Second Uncle Chen, drink some hot water."

Li Haitang knocked on the small window in front and passed hot water to Chen Ershu. The cold wind came in along the window, clearing her chaotic mind a little.

On the way to Baita Temple, pass by the northern part of the city. There are mostly poor people here. The houses of several families have been blown up and down. The yamen has set up a small porridge shed, and many people are waiting in line.

"Line up, can't you see? You should be behind me!"

Among the crowd, a woman wearing a patched padded jacket yelled loudly, pointing at the fat woman and cursing, "Fatty man, you won't starve to death if you don't eat all winter, why do you want to grab a bite of porridge and rice from us poor people? "

"Where did you get the pickled meat from?"

Not to be outdone, the fat woman pushed and shoved. Because of the problem of jumping in line, the two scuffled and rolled to the street.

Uncle Chen quickly tightened the reins, and shouted angrily, "What are you doing, you want to touch the stone by yourself, and you keep rolling under the horse's hoof, do you want to touch porcelain?"

"Second Uncle Chen, stop for a moment."

Li Haitang looked along the small window, one of the shrews was her old acquaintance, Sun Xing's grandson and widow.

Widow Sun is still so fierce, her combat effectiveness is undiminished, but she doesn't know when she came to Lucheng.

"Mother, forget it."

Sun Xing was wearing a shabby long jacket, and his hair was combed neatly. After all, he had been educated, he didn't bother to swear, and he was as knowledgeable as a shrew.

"What's the matter? Forget it, do we girls drink the wind?"

Widow Sun glared at her son, and finally stopped. After Liu's death, she became the tyrant of Li Family Village, and no one dared to find her unhappy.

I thought I would be able to live a good life, but who knew that member Qin cheated, his son lost his job, and that daughter-in-law made her even more angry when she mentioned it.

"Mother, we still have some money. I made some money by writing letters to people. It will be fine in the spring of next year."

Sun Xing couldn't afford to lose this person, so he persuaded him in a low voice, fearing that his mother would ignore him and tell his little scandal.

"Hmph, all right."

Widow Sun hates iron for being weak. Her daughter-in-law wants to have no looks, but a figure, but she has no figure. She is tall and strong, stronger than the big pillars in the village.

If it wasn't for the fact that the daughter-in-law has a father who is the shopkeeper, would she have agreed to the marriage? That's really a good cabbage being beaten by a pig. Of course, Sun Xing is that Chinese cabbage.

Finding such a delicious and lazy daughter-in-law, that's all. She clamors every day to ask the men to serve her, and even buys Sun Xing soup to nourish her body.

One drop of essence and ten drops of blood, no one can be beaten with iron, and seeing her son getting weaker and weaker, Widow Sun was heartbroken. The mother had no way of saying whether it was an **** between husband and wife. Widow Sun could only hint a few times, and then she simply turned a blind eye to it.