After Cuihua left with her clothes in her arms, Li Xingxing frowned and looked at Li Xiuhong with a very disagreement expression.

"Mom, why do you lend them my clothes? I felt uncomfortable when I thought of a stranger lending me clothes to me and returning them to let me continue wearing them."

She has donated old clothes that have been eliminated to the mountains, but those are gone but never returned and will not wear them again.

Li Xiuhong smiled and said softly: "That cotton jacket is already very old. I originally planned to take off the cotton-puffed cotton to make a mattress, so I borrowed it. As for the jacket, I took it back to wash and dry it. We are not so particular about it in the countryside. We are convenient for others and ourselves. If you are the captain of your uncle, we must integrate with everyone."

The most important thing is that she was afraid that Cuihua would not be able to borrow her clothes and went out to talk about Li Xingxing's bad things.

Although she is not as silly as Aunt Rong, Cuihua has a narrower personality and her hands and feet are not clean. She is just a clever word. She just happened to meet her when she led Li Xingxing to find her family, which did not mean that she was a kind person.

Afterwards, Mrs. Li came to the door to send a cabbage as a thank-you gift.

Don’t think that the gift of cabbage is light. If you don’t give that cabbage, everyone in the village will definitely hear her telling her that she helped Li Xingxing find her mother, but the old Li family has no idea at all.

Li Xiuhong had long seen through this cousin-law who was next door.

Li Xingxing didn't know Cuihua's background, but she admitted that she was not such a selfless person.

Of course she knew the reason why the roses lingered in fragrance when giving them, but she had to do it on the matter. Some could do it, while others could not. For example, she really couldn't lend it out and then recycled it on her body!

It was soon the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, and I didn’t hear any wedding ceremony.

The first wedding that Li Xingxing saw in this era was not a banquet, drums and music, and there was no joy. Even the children didn't go to watch it. Instead, the crowds of people gathered together in the open space at the intersection of the road basking in the sun and talking were even more lively.

The sun is very bright today, and she has come out too.

The sun shines on your body, your whole body is warm and it also replenishes calcium!

The only trouble is that everyone always likes to pester her to ask questions and ask about all kinds of things in the city.

Li Xingxing was about to find a reason to go home when he suddenly found a girl younger than him wearing Li Xiuhong's old cotton jacket and dark red jacket. She was led by Li Sandan from a distance, with empty hands and a pair of straw-woven wooden clogs on her feet.

The ice and snow melted and had already merged with the land into silt. It was very inconvenient to walk.

The girl is very thin, not tall, dry and thin, with dark and yellow skin, very rough, her hands and face even had frostbite, her brown hair was sparse, and she had two thin braids, making her look empty in the cotton jacket and dark red jacket, as if she was wearing a sack, and her eyes were full of expectations for the future.

"Sandan, have you brought your wife back?" someone asked.

A silly smile appeared on Li Sandan's dark face: "Yes, I'm married."

I took my wife to recognize someone, said hello to everyone, and then took her wife directly into the house, leaving a place to talk.

"Cuihua has a good plan. She didn't spend a penny, but she only exchanged a basket of sweet potatoes for a daughter-in-law!"

"There is no way, my daughter-in-law's family has been cut off. That sweet potato is life-saving!"

"Marrying into our village means having a way out. Many girls from other villages are willing to marry in. Our village has no rice or noodles, but there is enough sweet potatoes!" Dalizi Village is full of mountains and is rich in sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes are drought-resistant and have high yields, so filling your stomach is not a problem.

Someone immediately responded: "Thanks to the captain, I didn't listen to the nonsense about the above-mentioned wheat and rice in spring, but encouraged everyone to grow sweet potatoes and corn. If I had planted wheat and rice, I would have been so hungry that I would have fled everywhere. The Red Star Brigade behind the mountain planted rice in spring, but the harvest was not good. In autumn, wheat was planted, and it was drought and the relief grain was not on their way, so the whole village was empty."

"Yes, thanks to Big Pillar."
Chapter completed!