Mu Xiu was stuck in the warm quilt. When she heard it snowing, she immediately woke up. She started dressing, got off the kang, put on cotton shoes, and couldn't wait to open the door and walk out.

A gust of cold wind came towards me, and then a large area of ​​snow-whiteness came into my eyes. It was still the same yard, but it seemed like I could not recognize it.

"Wow, it's snowing, it's so beautiful." Mu Xiu couldn't help but exclaim.

"Second Auntie, come here quickly, let's play with snow together." Li Pandi shouted at Mu Xiu with joy.

Mu Xiu ran straight over and the two started playing with great enthusiasm.

"Xiu, look at Brother Pan. My mother and I are rolling out the dumpling skins and making dumplings now." Mu Xiaoshu finished explaining and went into the kitchen.

The first snow this year, on the day of the Little New Year, the snowflakes were flying in the sky, and the entire Yingwu Village was shrouded in the cheerful laughter of the children.

Zhou Shuilian and Mu Xiaoshu were in the kitchen, kneading dough, rolling the dumpling skin, and mixing the dumpling filling. The two of them quickly handed over and wrapped it in more than an hour. They made two flavors, one was pork and radish filling, and the other was leek and egg filling, and about three hundred dumplings were made.

"Fortunately, we have a greenhouse, otherwise we wouldn't be able to eat these fresh leeks." Mu Xiaoshu sighed.

"Yes, your father likes to eat leek stuffing the most, so he must have several bowls today." Zhou Shuilian covered the dumplings on the curtain and placed them on the shelf next to them, and placed them in four layers.

"It's snowing so heavily, my father insists on going to the field to see what he has to see." Mu Xiaoshu looked at the gate. There was no other movement in the yard except for the sounds from Li Pandi and Mu Xiu.

"Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest. These crops are the lives of our rural people, let's see if you are at ease."

"Open the door." Mu Shui's voice came from the gate.

Mu Xiaoshu walked over quickly and opened the door. He saw that the straw raincoats on Mushui and Chen Xuhui were already snow-white, ice beads were also condensed on their eyebrows and eyelashes, and the hair in front was already wet.

"Dad, Xuhui, hurry up and wipe your hair dry, and then replace the wet clothes."

Mushui and Chen Xuhui nodded and returned to their rooms.

Chen Xuhui stepped into the house and felt a heat coming to his face, which made him feel a moment of trance. At this time last year, he was still in the broken house with wind, rain and snow. The weather was so cold that he could only wrap all his clothes on his body and then get into the thick straw pile. It was really a life with his fingers, and he was hungry and cold every day.

At this moment, the north was shaking outside, with the snow like feathers. After he came back, the room was warm and there were ready-made food. He no longer had to worry about whether it would freeze in winter or what else to eat for the next meal. Not only that, his cold heart was gradually warmed.

Before he knew it, a person's figure had been in his heart. Thinking of this, Chen Xuhui looked at the yard through the window and saw that the person in his heart was squatting there like a child playing with snow. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift.

Seeing that everyone was back, Zhou Shuilian stewed a large pot of dishes with pork, vermicelli, eggplant and mushrooms, and then put the dumplings into a large pot, and asked Mushui to call Mr. Chen behind him over and sit in the main hall first.

About half an hour later, Zhou Shuilian stood at the kitchen door and shouted loudly: "The dumplings are ready."

Mu Xiu didn't even eat when he woke up in the morning. It was already eleven o'clock now. When he heard that there was something to eat, he quickly stood up, ran into the kitchen, scooped some hot water, and washed his hands. He saw that a plate of dumplings had been arranged on the stove, which was white and fat, and the whole room was fragrant.

"It's so fragrant. Have I tasted it?" Mu Xiu picked up the chopsticks, picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth.

"You girl." Zhou Shuilian nodded Mu Xiu's head with a funny look, and then ate it, and even called it "Is it cooked or not."

"It's delicious, mom, put it in two dishes, pour some vinegar, I'll take some dumplings and bring them to Widow Chen." Mu Xiu ate one, and the taste was really good. The greed in her belly was hooked up, but she thought of another person at this time.

"From my memory, why did you forget about this? Come and put on dumplings and decorate more. I'll pack two cotton coats and bring them to them together!" After Zhou Shuilian said that, she hurriedly wiped her hand on the apron and walked out of the kitchen.

Mu Xiu thought that he put a plate of leeks and eggs, and then a plate of pork and radish. Finally, he used a bowl to fill a stew and vinegar, and then closed the food box.

As soon as Mu Xiu finished all this, Zhou Shuilian came in with a package. She handed it to Mu Xiu and said, "Since I wore the down jacket you brought back, I felt heavy no matter how I wore this old cotton jacket, and the people who wrapped it feel inflexible. Take it for Widow Chen to wear it. It will definitely be colder tonight after it snows."

"I also think that the cotton jacket is wearing a dumb and heavy clothes. How old is the child of Widow Chen's family? Send my cotton jacket too!" Mu Xiu said.

"Your cotton jacket is all made of new things. If you don't wear it, you will leave it to me for me to wear it."

"I'm only a few years old! When she grows up, she doesn't look down on this cotton jacket. I said, "Mom, why are you generous and stingy at a time..." Mu Xiu said helplessly. Zhou Shuilian's temperament is really hesitant.

"Okay, you make the decision on your clothes."

Mu Xiu finally took the food box and cotton jacket to Widow Chen's home alone.

"Mom! I had such a hearty meal today!" Chen Xiaolian looked at Widow Chen putting dumplings into the boiling water in the pot, and her face showed an excited expression. This is white flour! A precious food that I can't eat a few times a year!

"Xiaolian, today is the Little New Year. Mom will also improve your life. Our family has its own land. Wait for the next year! Mom will farm well and you will definitely be able to eat white flour every meal!" Widow Chen looked at Chen Xiaolian's yellow and thin face and said with distress.

"Mom, let's eat together!" Chen Xiaolian couldn't help swallowing as she looked at the dumplings rolling in the pot.

Just as the two of them were waiting for the dumplings to come out of the pot, Chen Xiaolian suddenly raised her ears.

"Mom, is there someone knocking on the door outside?"

"Who would come to our house on this snowy day? You heard it wrong." Widow Chen said, leaning against the pot. It was warmer here and she was almost frozen all over her body.

But as soon as Widow Chen finished speaking, the knock on the door was even louder.

"Who is here to our house this day? Xiaolian, look at the pot, I'll go and have a look." After Widow Chen finished speaking, she opened the broken wooden door of the kitchen. A gust of cold wind blew into Widow Chen's neck with snowflakes. Widow Chen was suddenly trembling with coldness. The trace of heat that had been covered by the stove just now was gone.
Chapter completed!