The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Chapter 35 New Cotton Clothes

Seeing that the day to return to Beijing is getting closer and closer, the weather is getting colder and colder. There was a frost two days ago, which turned the cabbage in the yard yellow. Mo Yan was worried about getting cold on the road, so he went to the shop to buy some. I bought a lot of cotton and planned to make a new set of cotton-padded clothes and trousers for everyone in the family. I even bought Li Zhong and Li Yan's.

On this day, Mo Yan saw that the weather was good, so she rushed to make cotton clothes in the yard. Xin'er also watched carefully and helped with cotton padding from time to time.

Li Yan also moved a chair and sat with the sisters. Under Mo Yan's guidance, she started making cotton-padded clothes for her grandfather and herself.

After Zhen'er finished writing the big characters, he came over to join in the fun. The white cotton was warmed by the sun and felt soft. From time to time, he would use his hands to shape the **** of cotton into various shapes. Not to mention, the kittens and puppies he played with really looked like that.

“Sister, this cotton is so white and soft. It will definitely be warm when made into cotton clothes. Our previous cotton clothes were hard and had a musty smell!”

Zhen'er thought of the old cotton-padded coat that was not warm enough, and her eyes were full of expectations for the new cotton-padded coat.

Mo Yan was stitching together the cotton-padded clothes. After hearing his words, she felt sad: "Cotton-padded clothes are like this after wearing them for a long time. From now on, our family will make new ones every year!"

　In those years in Mojia Village, the food was poor and the clothes were even worse. Cotton was so expensive, let alone doing it every year. The original owner was already thirteen and had never worn a new cotton coat. But even old cotton-padded clothes are made by adults to make them smaller for children to wear. Or they just take out the cotton from the unwearable cotton-padded clothes and make new cotton-padded clothes. They are dismantled and remade. The cotton has been used for so many years. How is this possible? Soft and warm?

“Sister, with such good new cotton-padded clothes, we won’t have cold hands and feet anymore, right?”

Sister’s words brought back bad memories for Xin’er. Every winter, without good cotton-padded clothes, the three siblings could only huddle together in bed shivering. But even so, from one to three or nine days, they would still get chilblains on their hands and feet, and the redness, swelling and bleeding would be minor. The most uncomfortable thing was that the back of my hand was rotten, and I felt itchy and painful all day and night. But my family was so poor that they couldn't even afford ointment, and I just looked forward to spring coming soon.

How good it is now, she has everything to eat and drink, and she can even buy a bunch of such expensive cotton. This is the first time she has new cotton clothes to wear!

“Our cotton-padded clothes are made thick, so you won’t feel cold when you put them on! When the cotton-padded clothes are ready, I will make gloves and cotton socks for you, so that you won’t get frostbite.”

With these memories in Mo Yan’s mind, she couldn’t believe how the three siblings survived those years!

“Sister Yan, I know the cotton socks, but what are the gloves? Are they sleeves?”

Li Yan caught a new word keenly and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment. He went through the memory of the original owner in his mind and realized that there were no gloves at all, only sleeves with two ends connected so that you could put your hands in them.

“It’s similar to a sleeve, it’s also worn on the hand to prevent wind and keep warm.”

Upon hearing this, Li Yan was not very interested and lowered her head to make cotton clothes silently.

Zhen'er pulled the cotton and suddenly sighed like a little adult, and said quietly: "Our family's life is so good now. It would be better if we don't go back to Mojiacun!"

Mo Yan paused, rubbed his little head, and said quietly, imitating his accent: "As long as our family is together, aren't we the same everywhere?"

Unfortunately, her voice was not as soft as a child should be, and her imitation was neither fish nor fowl, which made Xin'er and the others burst into laughter. In the end, Mo Yan couldn't help herself and laughed too.

In the room, Xiao Ruiyuan was leaning on the bed reading a book, listening to the frolicking outside, and suddenly felt that the content in the book was a bit boring. He stood up decisively, put on his shoes and walked out.

Zhen'er was facing the gate and was the first to see Xiao Ruiyuan coming out, so he took the initiative to say hello: "Brother, are you out? Come and sit here!"

With that said, he stood up, moved the chair to an open area, and ran over to help Xiao Ruiyuan.

Xiao Ruiyuan nodded slightly, looking at Zhen'er with a hint of tenderness in his eyes. Although the wound was no longer serious and it would not affect his normal movements as long as he was careful, he did not refuse Zhen'er's kindness.

Zhen'er doesn't mind his coldness. On the contrary, he likes this cold-looking elder brother very much. The elder brother is very knowledgeable. If there is anything he doesn't understand about his own reading, just ask the elder brother. He will know it and will tell you patiently. he.

Mo Yan was a little surprised. This man had been at her house for four or five days. Normally, except for eating and going to the bathroom, he would hardly leave the room. Unexpectedly, he was reluctant to leave the room today.

Xiao Ruiyuan met her eyes, and unexpectedly thought of what happened that night again. His face couldn't help but blush a little, and he couldn't help but ask: "You want to move out?"

Mo Yan looked at him strangely again, what happened to this guy today? So abnormal?

Zhen'er didn't find it strange at all, and said before her sister: "Brother, we escaped from the south. Now that the war is over, we have been sent back to our place of origin, and the government notices have been sent out!"

Xiao Ruiyuan frowned slightly and remained silent, with no trace of what he was thinking on his cold face.

Zhen'er didn't care whether he was willing to listen or not, and said to himself: "Our family is fine. We have prepared more food to take with us when the time comes. Now we have thick cotton clothes. We will not be hungry or cold on the road. But the refugees in the north of the city are pitiful. This I’ve been hungry and cold all the way, and I don’t know if I’ll get home safely!”

 At the end of the sentence, he sighed with compassion.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ruiyuan frowned even more.

Mo Yan was dumbfounded. Didn't she say this? Why did this kid listen to it?

She has been worried about this since the government notice came out. There are so many old and weak people in the refugee camp, but many of them don't even have clothes to keep out the cold. It's hard to say whether they can go home safely. But now she didn't have the ability to solve this problem, so when buying cotton, she muttered helplessly, but she didn't expect Zhen'er to remember it in her heart.

Xiao Ruiyuan’s brows tightened and then relaxed, then relaxed and then tightened. In the end, he didn’t say anything, but he made a decision in his heart.

　　It was night, and everyone in the house had rested. Suddenly, two cats meowed from outside the yard, and then, four or five black shadows lightly climbed over the courtyard wall and landed gracefully in the yard.

Xiao Ruiyuan walked out of the house quietly without disturbing anyone.

When the black shadow saw him, he knelt down on one knee without making a sound.

Xiao Ruiyuan looked at them expressionlessly, as if he disliked them for coming too late: "Take out all the money you have!"

The kneeling people were a little dumbfounded, and then they hurriedly carried out the order, took out all the money they had on them, and handed it to their master respectfully.

Xiao Ruiyuan took the banknotes and silver. Seeing how little there was, the disgust in his eyes became more obvious. However, without saying anything, he personally placed these on the dining table in the main room. He was about to turn around and leave. After thinking about it, he would accompany him again. The sword of many years rests on the stack of banknotes...

 (End of this chapter)