What can be done with bits and pieces of fabrics of different colors and materials? Ye Zhenzhen looked at her daughter who was about to turn 100 next to her, and the answer was self-evident.
A hundred days is also called a hundred years. Wearing hundreds of clothes can ensure that you will be free from illness and disaster, and live a long life.
Great love is silent, but more important than Mount Tai. Cui Weizhen is loving and caring for his children in an unknown way.
Ye Zhenzhen's heart was as warm as drinking a cup of hot water in the cold winter, so she called Yuxiu to get the sewing basket, picked up these rags and started sewing.
When Cui Weizhen returned to the house, what he saw was his wife threading needlework under an oil lamp.
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared under the horizon, and the remaining light of the setting sun remained in the house. It was dim and hazy, and the oil lamp was like a bean, swaying to dispel the alternating haze of dusk, and also illuminated the tenderness and love between her eyebrows.
She is as bright as a summer flower, and she is as good as water.
Cui Weizhen stood leaning against the door and looked at her quietly for a long time. It wasn't until Ye Zhenzhen's eyes felt uncomfortable and she raised her head to relieve the soreness that she discovered Cui Weizhen's presence.
"When did you come back? How long have you been standing here? Why don't you come in?"
Ye Zhenzhen asked three questions, put the needlework in her hand into the sewing basket, went over and sat down beside Cui Weizhen. Of course, her eyes also fell on the rag he was holding.
"Every time you go to the villagers' houses, it's just to beg for Baijia cloth, right? Why don't you call me for this kind of thing?" Ye Zhenzhen said: "We will be more sincere if we go to the house together to beg."
Now that he was discovered, Cui Weizhen did not continue to hide it. Instead, he put the rags in his hand into the sewing basket and said: "You are tired enough after running around for a day. There is no need for you to suffer with it. I will go and get it."
Same."
"Aren't you tired?"
Ye Zhenzhen glanced at him disapprovingly and said decisively: "You must bring me with you next time, otherwise I will be angry."
Cui Weizhen hesitated for a while and finally agreed.
But... he took away the needlework that Ye Zhenzhen wanted to do again and said: "You used to like to stay up late and read at night, but now you can't do it yourself. This kind of eye-catching work can't be done at night.
Don’t do it.”
Ye Zhenzhen had no choice but to put down her sewing work reluctantly.
"Xin Ning's 100th anniversary celebration cannot be held in a big way. It can only be held gradually on the road. It is really wronging this child."
Ye Zhenzhen wiped her drooling daughter's mouth and rubbed her little head: "Our Xin Ning has been wronged, and it makes our parents feel bad."
Xin Ning was just a shameless child and didn't understand what her mother was talking about. She thought she was playing with her and immediately started laughing happily.
"The girl in our family has a big heart."
Cui Weizhen said with a smile: "I have a good heart, a broad heart and a fat body. I will grow up happily."
The next day, Aunt Cui heard that she was going to make Baijia clothes for Xin Ning, so she took the initiative to do the sewing. Ye Zhenzhen refused, and she even said back: "I taught you all your sewing. Why, you still do it now?"
Don’t you like my craftsmanship?”
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How can I look down on you? It's just that the carriage is very swaying and it's easy to see. Mother, you are old, just leave this kind of thing to me."
"It's just a small shirt. It's easy for me and doesn't cost anything." Aunt Cui finally used her power to overpower others: "Okay, stop nagging, or I will kick you out of the car."
Ye Zhenzhen was speechless and choked. She got off the carriage dejectedly and ran to the front to ride with Cui Weizhen.
A few days later, Cui Weizhen and his party finally found a nearby village before the sun set. After getting the approval of the village chief, they stayed in the village.
After entering the village, Ye Zhenzhen realized that something was wrong. There were very few villagers in the village, few young and strong men, and even few women and children. The whole village was terrifyingly empty.
In addition, white flags are hung outside many houses, which means that someone in the family has died recently.
How could a village lose so many people in a short period of time?
Ye Zhenzhen had some vague guesses, but Cui Weizhen had already asked: "Village Chief Mao, has your village ever been flooded?"
There is a river behind Maojia Village, which is a tributary of the Yellow River. The Yellow River flooded and the river water swelled. The water level of the river should have risen, causing hardship to the villagers here.
More than half a year is not enough to heal the trauma caused by this disaster. The damaged thatched houses and the patches of mud that have not been cleared away are all scars left by the flood.
The thin face of Village Chief Mao was full of bitterness, and he said in a mandarin that was not very fluent: "Yes, the floods are ruthless. The villagers of Maojia Village left ten houses with nine empty houses in order to escape. Although most of them returned after the floods subsided,
They had a home, but the houses and belongings were completely destroyed by the flood, not to mention the crops, and there was no harvest. Everyone was so hungry that they could only eat grass roots to survive. In the end, there was no choice.
The bandits fell into the trap and became bandits, and the only ones who survived in the end were some young and strong people. They went to the city to do some physical work and could always fill their stomachs."
Cui Zhiduan's eyes were red. He had never seen or heard of such a tragedy. He was shocked and asked sadly: "Grandpa Mao, didn't the court send money for disaster relief?"
Village Chief Mao looked at the handsome little boy in front of him, and suddenly thought of his grandson who died in the flood, and his nose became sore: "What's the use of the disaster relief money given by the court? Those officials are exploiting them at all levels.
We, the common people, have so much money in our pockets that we have very little left, so how can we support our family? We common people have low lives, and the nobles don’t care at all.”
"You're talking nonsense!"
Cui Zhiduan defended himself excitedly: "My father is a good official, so he doesn't have the money to embezzle money for disaster relief!"
Village Chief Mao's expression suddenly became surprised and frightened, especially when he looked at Cui Weizhen, he was a little surprised, cautious and uneasy, as if he was some kind of savage beast.
Cui Weizhen pursed his lips: "I am the newly appointed magistrate of Mingzhou. Previously, I was responsible for disaster relief when Mingzhou suffered from floods."
"So you are Mr. Cui."
After hearing this, Village Chief Mao's expression changed again and again, and finally he knelt down and kowtowed three times to Cui Weizhen: "Mr. Cui, you are the savior of our people. If it weren't for you, this would be impossible.
This flood will not subside so soon. Fortunately, the flood has subsided and spring plowing can catch up. Otherwise, we would really have no hope for this day."
"Village Chief Mao, please get up quickly."
Cui Weizhen quickly pulled the person up: "It is my duty to control floods, but I didn't expect that the court's disaster relief money did not fall into the hands of the villagers. What did you mean by filling your own pockets just now?
