Chapter 66

When Wang Jinhua's parents saw the money, they got their own goal. They were not ignorant, so they hurriedly took the money home.

From beginning to end, they did not say a word of justice for their daughter.

Although Yang Guangjin didn't take this matter seriously, a group of lively neighbors outside the door didn't think so. Before half a day, the story that Yang Wei had upset the girl in the neighboring village had spread.

"Tut Tut, it's true that money can make the devil push the mill." A strong man with a white scarf said to his daughter-in-law, and his words were full of sighs.

"Do evil." The woman next to the man may be a chanter, holding a string of Buddhist beads and twisting them.

He shook his head helplessly and looked back at the girl who left with her stomach.

In the twinkling of an eye, Du Cao and his wife had already returned to the house. Du Cao closed the door, and her little red face was full of smiles.

It's not two months away from the new year. It's just time to buy two new clothes and cheer for the new year. Everything will be OK!

"Can you make clothes?" Ji Shumo watched the girl sitting at the table, picking off all the hay wrapped in the cloth. He could not help but pick her eyebrows and came near the table.

I can't see that the girl in front of me is no more than ten years old, but she knows everything?

It made him look a little new.

"No clothes. It's OK to change your skin." Duckweed, busy with her little hands, has no time to look at the young man behind her. She has to see how long the cloth is and whether two pieces of cloth can make three pieces of clothes. She's really bored.

Then back to accept a, Ji Lyric ink slightly pursed lips, what is change skin? The doubts have not been solved, so they are not settled.

Tear!

Du Cao picked up the scissors in the basket beside the table, aimed at the lines drawn with a stone pen, and cut them directly. The action was crisp and quick.

After cutting half of the cloth and dividing it into three parts, the girl turned around and put the cloth into the bottom layer of the wardrobe, covered it with clothes and spread a layer of hay.

Even if sun Guixiang and them came, they couldn't see that there were several pieces of cloth in it.

With a smile, he looked at the sky outside. The sun was hanging in the sky, shining on the earth, and the warm sunshine was everywhere.

"I'll go out to cut wood and cook. You can stay here for a long time and wait for me to come back." Du Cao turned around and looked at the handsome young man sitting on the bench behind him. He was bored and looked at the books. He picked the slender willow eyebrows. It seemed that he had been reading this book for some days. How could he not finish it?

"Be careful." Smell speech, Ji Lyric ink look up, looking at the backlight standing in the door of the girl, exquisite three-dimensional features especially eye-catching.

It's not hard to imagine how brilliant it will be if we grow up in the future.

Listening to the young people's concern for themselves, Du Cao's heart warms, slightly hooks her red lips, and a smile on her pretty little face. She hears the meaning of Ji's words and tells her to be careful of sun Guixiang and sun Guixiang. Then she nods and turns to go out.

Click, click!

The firewood in the kitchen is not enough for a long time. Every time I cook a meal, Du Cao has to go out early to cut firewood for the next time. Sun Guixiang and his two don't care about these things at all.

But Grandma and the young people in the house can't eat without food. However, ducao has to take some blunt axes and go up the mountain to cut firewood. A clear sound of cutting firewood comes from the mountain. After a while, ducao binds the fine wood and the broken branches together into bundles with dry reed leaves.

Carrying firewood, deep one foot, shallow one foot on the foot, stained with cold snow water, and some soft soil, walking down the mountain.

"I don't know how ambitious the girl's family is. She asked for the money and it was over."

As soon as ducao got to the foot of the mountain, he heard a murmur of gossiping in his ear. He turned his head and turned his eyes. It turned out that several women were looking for dried straw in the ground and were discussing something together.

"Who said no? Alas, who let Yang's account be rich? What can't be done with money in the world? "

There is nothing interesting and new in the village. These women just chew their tongue together to relieve their tiredness.

However, Du Cao's heart sank when he heard the words. According to his previous life's understanding of these people, Yang Guangjin's family is not really doing good, but they are not so arrogant.

How can you let your son upset the girl in the neighboring village? And give the money back, perfunctory.

Du Cao, who learned the news, immediately had a basic understanding of Yang Wei.In addition, sun Guixiang has been thinking that if she sells herself to Yang Guangjin's son, she must have a certain understanding of Yang Wei. It seems that she needs to ask more when she has time. If she doesn't fight unprepared battles, she will be able to deal with it.

After thinking about it, Du Cao continued to carry a few bundles of firewood towards the village with a meaningful smile.

It has to be said that the winter night comes very fast, and the dusk is already dark before it feels what it is doing. The lazy sun has already slid down the hillside.

"Uncle Liu! Do you think I can exchange this bundle of firewood for a few buckets of rice? " Du Cao went to the village with a few bundles of firewood on his back. Looking at the big family in front of the door, he went forward and saw Uncle Liu sitting in the yard as if he was cutting wood with a knife.

Uncle Liu is also a middle-aged man. He is used to being warm-hearted. People in the village call him good man Liu. However, his family can also trade things for rice.

The exchange of things has developed incisively and vividly here.

"Oh, the grass is here, of course. I'll go and weigh it later. It's not idle. I'll make a play for my girls." Uncle Liu heard this clear voice in his ear. He felt familiar with it. When he looked up, he found it was Du Cao.

The girl hasn't been here for some days. I think she has enough rice at home.

Then, a little embarrassed, he put the shapeless wood he was cutting in the frame behind him, and picked up a few bundles of firewood on the ground.

"What are you going to get for your sister?" Du Cao came forward to look at the small wood that could still be seen alive, and could vaguely see the shape of a doll.

But it's really a little rough. Which beautiful girl can like it?

It has to be said that Du Cao envies uncle Liu's daughter. She is not worried about food and clothing, and she can be so loved by her parents.

"I want to get a doll, but how can we be such a rough guy?" As he said this, uncle Liu weighed the firewood for ducao to exchange for rice. But he didn't expect that the girl behind him was interested in the doll he made, so he turned back.

Du Cao looked at the shapeless wood in his hand, picked up the carving knife in the man's hand just now, scratched it neatly, and the sawdust fell down.

For a moment, the doll in ducao's hand had a rough appearance, with a delicate face and long hair.