Chapter 129 Letter from Lu Jiang 1

The first day of the Lunar New Year, the beginning of the new year, is the day to pay New Year greetings.

After breakfast, Feng Qingxue put on ugly makeup and went out with her sister to pay New Year's greetings to the elders in the clan she met without visiting the house.

She did this and won a lot of favor.

At this time, every family doesn’t have enough to eat, and everyone is short of money. How can they get New Year’s money? Except for the close relatives and juniors who kowtow to the elders in the family and get a few cents of New Year's money or some snacks, other relatives and friends only say hello when they go out to meet each other.

Although everyone hopes that the younger members of the clan will come to pay New Year greetings to them to show their status as elders, some families really don’t have anything to entertain them, and some families are reluctant to let the younger generations who come to pay New Year greetings go back empty-handed. The younger generations are not happy. , the elders’ faces don’t look good either. Therefore, Feng Qingxue's behavior can be called considerate.

After walking around for a while, Feng Qingxue discovered that the Caohu brigade did not have an obvious New Year atmosphere.

Although there are Spring Festival couplets praising contemporary great men posted on their doors, and occasionally the smell of meat can be heard, there is no sound of firecrackers, and many people can't see a trace of New Year's joy on their skinny or swollen faces.

Having enough food and clothing in the coming year is their biggest New Year wish.

Feng Qingxue wisely told her sister not to tell anyone about her family's New Year celebrations.

"Of course I know, sister, I'm not stupid, so I won't tell others about the good things we have." What if a jealous person takes it away? I can't eat anything delicious.

Hearing this, Feng Qingxue rubbed her head with a smile on her face, "Ghost girl!"

"Hee hee!" Feng Qingyun smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"Xiaoxue!" Second Aunt Feng stood in a shelter with plenty of sunlight, grabbed Feng Qingxue who was passing by, and led her to join a sunbathing chat group composed of nearby men, women, and children.

In winter, there is nothing to do and lack of energy. Everyone likes to go out to bask in the sun and chat to relieve boredom.

A group of children aged two, three to ten years old were playing in front of them. Some used slingshots, some threw sandbags, some played with mud, and some played games that Feng Qingxue couldn't name.

Feng Qingyun's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at Feng Qingxue. When she saw her nodding, she quickly ran to the group of children.

Feng Qingyun was beautiful to begin with. Under her sister's careful care, she was dressed cleanly and decently. She was very different from most children who were pitch-black, but she was very attractive to children to play with her.

Everyone has a love for beauty, regardless of age or gender.

People with good looks are always easy to be favored by others.

Seeing her sister having fun, Feng Qingxue listened to everyone's conversation with confidence.

"Has Hong Ling given birth? I haven't seen her come out recently. It should be these two days." Someone asked Hong Ling's father.

Hongling's father was chatting with a group of laborers about the crops in the field. When he heard someone asking about his daughter, he hurriedly said: "Her mother went to Guangcheng's house early in the morning, and I am also waiting for news."

In other words, Hongling is growing.

After hearing this, the woman who asked the question smiled and said, "You can tell by looking at Hongling's belly that he must be a boy. Don't worry, our team has not had any accidents since the twelfth lunar month of this year, and the child will be safe."

Even in years of famine, new life is always blessed by everyone.

Unfortunately, life is not determined by blessings. In the evening, I heard that Hongling had given birth to a boy. Before the two families of her husband's family could be happy, the child died that night.

Feng Qingxue heard about it the next morning. When she heard the news, she was preparing brown sugar eggs to give to Hongling during confinement.