Chapter 18 Ancient women were burdensome

Ruoyan squeezed the blood on her fingers, half leaned against the wall of fire, and chatted with him: "How old are you, Liang Mu?"

"18." Liang Mu replied, and his hands were not idle. He hit the fish scales, opened his stomach, cleaned, and moved skillfully and smoothly, which was pleasing to the eyes.

"That's great. I don't even know how old I am!" Ruoqi sighed.

Liang Mu knew that she had lost her memory. She must not know how old she was. She felt sorry for her and comforted her, "You are probably fourteen or fifteen years old!"

Ruo Ying suddenly turned around, looked at his busy figure, and smiled sweetly: "Well, I'm 14 years old!"

Suddenly, Ruoyan's face darkened again and asked, "Oh, it's not right! You are eighteen, and your second brother is married on the fifteenth. Two years after marriage, it happens to be seventeen this year! How can you be eighteen? Did you frame me?"

Liang Mu looked embarrassed and smiled: "No, how dare I frame you? I don't understand this, and I haven't asked my mother."

It's not that there is no such possibility. In ancient times, women didn't understand eugenics and good parenting. If they have children, the interval is less than a year. From the age of fourteen or fifteen to the time they can't give birth, this woman's body is finished.

I'm scared when I think about it. If I can't, I have to think of a way. In the future, I can't grow like a sow. Alas... It's a little superfluous.

"Bear by the way, you said that your third brother got married before the New Year. When is the Spring Festival?" Just now, my finger was punctured and the New Year's words were broken.

Liang Mu put the fish into the pot, looked up at the weather outside, and thought for a moment, "It should be this period!"

"What does it mean that you don't have a calendar card during this period?" If you look around, there is really no calendar card. I can't help sighing that there are so many things missing in this house! So how do you spend the New Year every year?

Lan Ruoying thought again, is it possible that this era does not value the Spring Festival and is not sure.

"How can I live by myself? I've been living on this hill since I was nine years old. I've been living there for the Spring Festival. This year! It's just those who have money and face. It's good that they don't have money to eat it. It doesn't matter what Liang Mu said, but Ruo's heart seemed to have been stabbed by something, and it was indescribably painful.

At the age of nine, when the child acted coquettishly around his parents, he actually came to the mountain to seek skin with the wild wolf.

Is that how his parents take care of their children? Is it so cheap for his life? I don't know when the tears dazzled. Liang Mu heard that there was no sound in the room for a long time and quietly came in, and saw Ruo Ying wiping tears.

Liang Mu thought she remembered something and covered her little hand excitedly. "Ruo, do you remember something?"

Ruoqi was stunned, "What do you think of?" It turned out that this one thought he had recovered his memory! Pushing his hand away, "No, I don't remember anything. I just want to celebrate the New Year."

"Oh!" Liang Mu was a little disappointed and asked with a smile, "So what do you think you want for the New Year?"

Hearing this, Ruoyan smiled and counted with her fingers: "I want new clothes, candy, dumplings, sweet and sour ribs, dates and steamed buns, and a building where I can make poo at home."

A few words make it foggy, but it can be heard that they are all expensive things, especially white flour and candy, which are not affordable for ordinary people. Even during the Spring Festival, they are cautious.

Liang Mu's expression fell again and again, and Ruo's words hurt his self-esteem as a man. The pressure in those words made him breathless. What he could give her was food and clothing for a day, and the rest were delusional. Liang Mu turned around and said, "I'd better do the mahogany comb you want!"

In the past few days, with Liang Mu's efforts, more than a dozen combs and five wooden wash basins have been made, all of which are purely handmade. The workmanship is very fine. Ruoyan also drew exquisite depiction on them, mostly flowers, birds and fish. Let Liangmu carve it up, vividly, and the price has soared.

If the sales are good, you will definitely be able to buy a few silver. The more you want to, the more you look forward to spring. So that you can take out the things you have prepared for this winter and sell them for silver. It can also alleviate the urgent needs of this poor family.

The New Year's event is over. If you are self-aknowledgeable, it's good to have food and clothing in their situation. Other extravagant expectations are impossible. I can only hope that next year, when I am developed, I will have a good New Year with Liangmu, eat the best food and drink the best wine. I just don't know if it will be the person who will accompany next year or him?

Thinking of this, I suddenly feel that the future is very uncertain. I don't know how to face the future. Maybe... it can only be possible.

Everything is the opposite, including snowy days, snowflakes that have been floating for two and a half months, and finally stopped. After the sky cleared, the sun was very warm and particularly warm on the body.

Liang Mu began to seize the time to push the snow away from the yard. He actually said that spring was coming. If he didn't push the snow farther, it would be full of water. If he is epileptic and the snowflakes have not melted, how can spring come?

I don't know that the outside of the mountain is already full of spring, with red flowers and green willows, and small bridges and flowing water. The air in the mountains is fresh, even fresh after the heat. The temperature is still very low, but the sun can be thicker, melting the snow on the surface, and it looks dark from afar.

Seeing that the weather improved, Liang Mu went hunting in the mountains again, saying that he wanted to save more and send some to his family after going down the mountain. If you don't want him to go, you are worried that the weather in the mountains will be changeable and dangerous.

He just laughed and said that he had been living in this mountain for ten years, and he could touch it home with his eyes closed. If you can't stop him, you can only give up, but ask him to take the rhubarb with him and come back for four days, otherwise he is not allowed to go.

Liang Mu finally compromised and only said that he would go early and go back early and take the rhubarb up the mountain. If you are not idle at home, you have to make cotton socks with soles, and take care of rabbits, pheasants, and large areas of vegetables, flowers and herbs in the space. The day will pass in a flash.

It's a bitter night. As long as the wolf saw the bright moon in the sky, his voice was cautious and panicked. Listening to the wolf howling, his heart jumped and upset. Compared with lying in the warm quilt, Liang Mu was even worse. He didn't know how to sleep in that grass! Or take a nap on the tree fork and be afraid of him falling.

Full of thoughtlessness, I didn't go to bed until midnight. As soon as it was dawn, the wild sparrows outside began to chirp again. How can it be called spring? I can't live this day. I've been lazy on the kang for a while. There is no fire in life. The fire in the stove is not as clean as the cold wind in the chimney, and the kang is cold.

If you get up lazily and put on your clothes, you can't help but miss the days when you have Liangmu. At least if he is there, you don't have to get up in the morning and wait for him to warm the room. If you get up, he will naturally have no treatment here.

Alas... If there is a heating system, it's good. The implication is that you still need to have money. Money is the absolute truth. Ruoyan began to think about how to make money again.