Nongmen red bean is the most acacia

Chapter 469 A Poetic Mountain Village
"This can't be done, it's too expensive, I can't take it, I can't take it." Old Wang waved his hands again and again.

Gu Zian smiled, and that smile was as warm as Gu Changping's usual smile, "What is Uncle Wang talking about? Between our neighbors, there is something going on on the first day of the Lunar New Year today. Uncle Wang is still polite to me, but he doesn't like me, kid?"

"No, no, I."

"Then Uncle Wang, hurry up, I'll go there first, my father and the others are still waiting for me!"

After finishing speaking, Gu Zian stuffed the bowl into Old Wang's hand and ran away.

Lao Wang looked in the direction he was running, and sure enough, he saw three figures waiting for him from a distance.

It wasn't until the backs of the four gradually disappeared in the wind and snow that Old Wang looked back.

When he turned to close the door, he quickly wiped the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand.

The door of the cabin was closed, but voices could be heard from inside.

"Suo'er, Suo'er his mother, come and eat dumplings!"

"Aren't these dumplings delicious? I don't know how many years I haven't made dumplings for you. When I make more furniture in the future, I will always make you fuller."

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On the morning of the first day of the new year, the wind and snow did not stop.

The four of them walked slowly in wooden clogs, the creaking sound made Hongdou's teeth sore.

Gu Zian wanted to ask Hongdou if it was cold, but he just turned his head and saw Hongdou's grinning expression.

Knowing that Hongdou couldn't hear the sound of clogs stepping on the snow, she simply walked to Hongdou's side and raised her hand to cover Hongdou's ears.

"Why don't you find something to plug your ears?" Gu Zian suggested.

Hongdou just smiled and shook his head when he heard this.

She is also very helpless!

In addition to noise-cancelling headphones, what else can completely block the sound?
Now that you know it's impossible, don't bother.

After entering the village, Gu Zian put his hand down.

There are many people in the village, and it would be bad if there were any rumors that were bad for Hongdou.

Walking all the way from the end of the village, red Spring Festival couplets are pasted on the door of every household, which makes people feel happy when they look at it.

The snow-covered small mountain village, the farmyard with Spring Festival couplets on the door, and the villagers wrapped in cotton clothes and wearing wooden clogs walking on the snow together constitute a picture scroll.

The scenes that were only seen in paintings or on TV in the previous life are now vividly seen in front of my eyes.

Such poetic scenery makes Hongdou full of strangeness and novelty to the backer village.

"Er Gouzi, what are you doing running so fast? Wait until you fall on a big horse, and see if you can chew a mouthful of mud."

"Mother, there is only snow on the ground, and there is no mud. Even if I fall down, I can't chew a mouthful of mud."

"You bastard, you will argue with your mother and see how I clean up the mud when I catch you."

Listening to the mother-child conversation from afar, Hongdou was embarrassed.

Any poetry, any sense of strangeness and novelty are all gone at this time.

This is Kaoshan Village, where she has lived for more than half a year.

Perhaps, it is also the place where she will live most of her life in the future.

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When the four of Hongdou arrived at Wang's house, it was already daylight, and there seemed to be quite a few people in Wang's house. As soon as they walked to the middle of the yard, they heard chatter and laughter coming from the house.

They can't be blamed for this.

In fact, it snowed all night last night, and in addition to the cold weather, the ground was frozen, and the ground was slippery.

Clogs are waterproof and snowproof, but not slippery. If they don't walk slowly, they will fall down countless times along the way.

(End of this chapter)