Siheyuan: Father Yi Zhonghai and Sister-in-law Lou Xiaoe

"Xiao Ran, let them drink, you and mom come to this room."

"Mom made some small clothes for the baby, come and see!"

When they had almost finished eating, Xu's mother took Xu Xiaoran away.

It is standard for women of this era to be able to do needlework.

All the clothes for the children at home, whether they are for summer or winter, are sewn by myself.

Most of them are leftover large clothes from parents that are altered into small clothes and sewn into cotton-padded jackets for the children to wear.

It is common to see children wearing patched clothes.

In fact, most of these patches are not worn out by children, but are worn by adults for several years, mended for several more years, and then altered to be smaller for children.

Life at Xu Fugui's family has always been pretty good.

Not many of their clothes have patches.

After all, Xu Fugui considers himself a decent person.

It’s similar on Xu Damao’s side.

Because when the projectionist came to the village, he was regarded as a leader from the city in the eyes of the villagers.

Of course you should dress decently. If you wear patched clothes, you will be embarrassed.

Therefore, the small clothes that Xu's mother makes for Xu Xiaoran and Yi Bufan's children now are all without patches.

"Wow, this is too small."

Xu Xiaoran picked up the smallest one.

"What are you thinking about? When you were born, you were probably not even as big as this dress."

"The baby is only this long when it's born."

As Xu's mother spoke, she gestured with her hands.

"This dress might get too big once you put it on."

“But it can only be so big.”

"Because newborn babies grow very fast, they may grow to this size in just one month."

"This dress will be just right for you when the time comes."

"These two pieces of clothing here are for the third month."

"When the time comes, just bring two sets of clothes for washing."

"Basically, it can be worn until seven or eight months old."

“That’s the dress right here.”

"I'm not done yet."

"It's about time you put on your little cotton jacket."

As Xu's mother spoke, she introduced the clothes she made.

A few other pieces of paper were also taken out, with several clothes drawn on them.

"Mom, you are so amazing."

“I definitely can’t do that now.”

Xu Xiaoran had never thought before that clothes could be made so small.

"Haha, you will learn it slowly in the future."

“These things are only available after the code is in place.”

"After the Chinese New Year, I started making shoes for him when I had some free time."

"You shouldn't need shoes at the beginning..."

Mother Xu feels a sense of accomplishment for what she has done.

"Is this what I wore when I was born?"

Xu Xiaoran looked at the small clothes in front of her and really couldn't let them go.

"That's for sure."

"You weren't wearing anything this nice."

"Basically, these are what your brother left over."

"But now it's bigger, and there are no clothes that small at home."

"There were a few of them in the bottom of the box before, but they were later eaten by rats."

“So I redid this baby’s.”

"You were very naughty back then. Your clothes would have holes in them after just a few days of wearing them."

Next, Xu's mother started talking about Xu Xiaoran's dark history.

Basically, Xu Xiaoran has no memory of them.

Whatever Xu's mother says is what it is.

There are some things that make Xu Xiaoran blush now.

But I really like it when I hear it.

I also find it very interesting.

Xu Damao, Yi Bufan, and Xu Fugui had almost finished drinking.

"Come on, Brother Bufan, let's do it again."

Xu Fugui raised his glass again and clinked glasses with Yi Bufan.

"Come on, brothers, drink up!"

"If there's not enough wine, I'll go buy some more, brother."

Xu Damao was also drunk.

He had basically finished the two bottles of wine he brought and had already opened the third bottle.

"Snapped!"

Xu Damao was slapped in the face right after he finished speaking.

"I'm your father, who can I call myself a brother?"

After Xu Fugui finished speaking, he looked at Yi Bufan again and said, "Come on, Brother Bufan, I'll drink with you!"

"Okay, let's drink!"

Yi Bufan had no choice but to accompany him.

After finishing the drink, he turned back and clinked his empty cup with the confused Xu Damao: "Brother, let's drink too!"

"Okay, do it!"

Xu Damao fell on the table without finishing his drink.

"This kid has little tolerance for alcohol, but he still tries to show off."

"Come on, let's continue drinking."

"Brother Bufan, do you know?"

"When I knew you were Yi Zhonghai's son, I wanted Xiao Ran to divorce you."

"But I can't let you down, brother."

"But now I can't be outdone by Yi Zhonghai."

"You are his son, but you are also half my son."

"No, it's a brother."

"Well, I can't take this hundred dollars from you."

"I can't underestimate Yi Zhonghai."

"I'll return this 100 yuan to you, and I'll give you another 100 yuan."

Xu Fugui stood up and opened the cabinet with ease, then took out a leather bag.

After pulling it open, a stack of money came out.

"You count, I remember it should be enough for a hundred dollars."

Xu Fugui handed it to Yi Bufan generously.

"No, Dad, I'm giving you money as a token of my filial piety during the Chinese New Year. You don't need to pay me back."

Yi Bufan really didn't expect Xu Fugui to do such a thing.

"What are you talking about?"

"I know I'm not as rich as Yi Zhonghai, but you can't look down on me."

"Take it!"

Xu Fugui said somewhat angrily.

"Okay, I'll take it!"

Yi Bufan picked them up and counted them.

"Here's one hundred and sixty dollars."

"I'll just take the sixty dollars."

"I'll keep this hundred dollars for you."

Yi Bufan took the six cards on top and handed the remaining 10 back.

"What are you talking about?"

"How can you get back what you gave away?"

"Brother, you don't have to pay me back for what I gave you."

"What happened to 160 yuan?"

"I've given you all the 160 yuan."

"Present it now. I'll watch you do it."

Xu Fugui just stared at Yi Bufan.

It felt like if Yi Bufan didn't listen to him, he would pick up a wine bottle and hit someone the next moment.