Lin Erhu fired the whip for a while and then ran back, hissing with cold all the way. When he entered the house and took off the hat on his head, he could see a burst of white smoke rising from the top of his head.

Lin Xiaoman came over and touched it. The cotton autumn clothes inside were all wet.

"Change your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."

Lin Er's eyebrows were dancing with joy, "Sister, you haven't seen it, this year I have used the most and loudest whips, and they are all jealous of me."

Lin Xiaoman glared at him angrily, "You just have to do it, I'll make you cry with anger."

"Why are you crying?" Lin Erhu wondered, "I'm not angry with him, I even gave him a lot of small whips."

Only then did Lin Xiaoman realize that he had been tricked by that stinky boy Lin Goudan. That boy dared to lie to him that the two tigers couldn't separate him. He used to look like a silly boy, but he also grew a belly at some point.

Eyes of mind.

Watching Lin Erhu change into dry autumn clothes and long trousers, he took him to the warehouse over there to dry his wet hair.

Although every household in the village has a kang, the walls are not warm enough, and the moisture rising from the ground is heavy. As long as you are not on the kang, the temperature in the house is only a dozen degrees, although it is better than in previous years when the house would freeze.

It's a lot, but it's still a little colder than the warehouse over there.

Especially when the electric heater installed in the warehouse is turned on, it is not too warm at all.

But when it comes to comfort, it is more comfortable over there in the building. After heating in winter, the temperature in the house has never dropped below 25 degrees. It is not a dream to wear short-sleeved clothes at home and eat popsicles in the middle of winter.

Lin Xiaoman fired up all the stoves at home. The large iron pots at home were not enough, so clay pots and small pots were used.

On one stove, chicken is stewed with mushrooms, on another stove, eight-treasure rice is steamed, on another stove, braised pork ribs are stewed, on another stove, pork trotters are cooked, on another stove, sausages are cooked, and on another stove, sauerkraut is stewed.

Lu Jin stood outside the door of Lin Xiaoman's house and sniffed fiercely.

Unlike other homes in the village, Lin Xiaoman and Lin Erhu are still observing mourning. There are no Spring Festival couplets and lanterns hanging in their home, and the door is still the same black lacquered wooden door as usual.

But before he entered the hospital, the smell of meat penetrated his nose, causing him to take a few sniffs.

Qingshu smiled, "Master, how about celebrating the New Year at Miss Xiaoman's house? Then take it to Mr. Xu's house. Not to mention it will be cold on the road and it will be hot. Master, you can't steal it from Mr. Xu."

Lu Jin glared at Qing Shu, "What nonsense is this? There are only two siblings in Xiaoman's family. If I celebrate the New Year at her house, won't people spread gossip?"

Qingshu touched his nose and thought to himself: Since when did the master care whether others spread gossip? He didn't talk like this when he was in the capital.

But seeing Lu Jin eagerly waiting for him to knock on the door, Qingshu put away his slander and went up to knock on Lin Xiaoman's door.

Lin Erhu was busy peeling garlic when he heard a knock on the door and ran out. He leaned on the crack of the door and saw that it was Master Lu Jin. He opened the door and said, "Sir, are you hungry? The New Year's Eve dinner will have to wait a little longer."
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Lu Jin hummed lightly, "No hurry!"

He is not hungry, but he is embarrassed to say that he is greedy.

Originally, the little old man was so angry that he was furious at Xu Qiuliang's house. Who knew that the scent of Lin Xiaoman's house had drifted over there, and he was no longer interested in making people angry anymore.

Entering the courtyard, he saw the mist coming from the main room and the east and west wings. It was almost impossible to see the people inside. Lu Jin didn't know which room Lin Xiaoman was in.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaoman spoke at this time, "Erhu, who is here?"

Lin Erhu replied, "Sister, the adults are here. Didn't you say that the sausage is ready? Cut it into a plate and try it. I'm already greedy."

Following Lin Erhu's words, Lu Jin swallowed his saliva subconsciously. He knew about the sausage. There was a restaurant in the capital owned by a southern boss. The sausage was very famous. Lu Jin had eaten it twice and felt that the sweet taste was pretty good.

.I didn’t expect that Lin Xiaoman could also make sausages.

"Well, the sausage is salty, don't eat more."

Now Lu Jin is not sure whether the sausages made by Lin Xiaoman are the same as the sausages he ate before.

"Sir, it's cold outside, please come into my room and sit on the kang for a while!"

"Yeah!" Lu Jin nodded lightly. It was too cold along the way. He was wearing a fox fur and felt his feet were cold, so he wanted to sit on the warm fire kang for a while.

As soon as he sat down by the kang, Lin Erhu took out a brass piece the size of two palms from under the quilt placed at the head of the kang and stuffed it into Lu Jin's hand, "Sir, is it cold after walking all the way? It's not good to treat you.

Sit on the Kang, and warm this lady Tang in your hands."

"Oh, thank you Erhu!" Lu Jin looked at it carefully and saw that it was an object made of brass that could hold water. It was filled with hot water and it would not get cold even if you put it on the kang and held it in your arms.

Then a warmth spreads through the whole body.

It was actually warmer than the charcoal hand warmer he had used in the capital, but also heavier.

Alas, I don’t want to put it down when I hold it in my arms.

Qingshu wanted to ask what the adults were holding, but Lin Erhu also stuffed a hand warmer into his arms, "Brother Qingshu, you should also hold one."

Qingshu took it in his hand and was filled with surprise, "Master, if we take two of these and send them back to Beijing, Mrs. Qing won't be afraid of the cold when she goes out in winter."

Lu Jin's eyes lit up. Just when he was about to ask Lin Erhu where he bought Tang Pozi, he saw that Lin Erhu had already exited the door, so she thought she would ask again when he came in.

At this time, Lin Erhu trotted to find Lin Xiaoman, and saw that Lin Xiaoman had just cut two sausages and put them on a plate, and also put a plate of fried fruits and Shaqima made yesterday.

She winked and said: "Sister, I just heard Brother Qingshu and the county magistrate mention a Mrs. Qing in the capital. She must be the county magistrate's wife, right? You said that the county magistrate already has a wife, why is the third girl from the Xu family still there?

Do you desperately want to be a concubine for the county magistrate?"

Lin Xiaoman shook his head, "How can anyone add a surname or given name before their wife? That Mrs. Qing should not be the county magistrate's wife."

"What is that? If I give the county magistrate a soup lady, they will think of Mrs. Qing, and they are afraid that she will be cold in the winter. I guess she is someone the magistrate cares about. Even if she is not a wife, she should be a concubine."

Lin Erhu said this, and Lin Xiaoman agreed, "Maybe, the county magistrate is not young anymore. It is not strange to take wives and concubines. The family may already have children."

"Hey, how can a good adult also be a scumbag?"

Lin Xiaoman was amused by Lin Erhu's words. Although they often go there and prefer the monogamy system there, it is common for men to marry and take concubines here, so they are not considered scumbags, right?<

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However, it is good for Erhu to have this awareness, as it will not make his future wife sad, and it can also make the family home more peaceful.

Lin Erhu took Lin Xiaoman's cut sausages and snacks out, "Sir, do you want to try the sausages made by my sister?"

If it tastes good, we will make more next year and sell them to the little county magistrate. Lin Erhu finally understood that the little county magistrate can't eat spicy food, but he doesn't like spicy food. Look at the bubbles on his mouth.
Chapter completed!