Fragrance Returned

The next day, Ding Youshou bought an old yard of a family in the village with twelve yuan. Even though it has a few rooms and fences, it is much better than the previous few broken houses.

The most important thing is that this old courtyard still has a deed, and it has become Ding Youshou's private property.

Ding Youshou's music is broken, and he can't stop good luck when it comes.

Two days later, news spread in Beiquan Village that Ding Youshou rented a house to the Hong family and his son at a price of one hundred cash per month.

Ding Youshou was so lucky that he bought a house with free money and was able to make money by renting a house.

Most families have women, and if they have vacant houses, they are not willing to rent them to men from other places. Ding Youshou was alone. Hearing that they wanted to rent a house, he rented it without saying a word.

The Hong family father and son came to this area more than a month ago and lived in an abandoned temple halfway up the mountain. They said they had to run out after offending someone in their hometown.

They had roads and household registrations. They were not like criminals or homeless people. Xia Lizheng allowed them to live in Beiquan Village.

My father is in his thirties and is known as Hong Daguo because of his tall height. He worked as a woodcutter, cutting firewood and picking up some mountain products on the first day, and then picked them up to sell in the town the next day.

He is tall and strong, and the firewood he chops is all tree trunks or thick branches, which are burned. Later, he found Ding Zhao and wanted to sell firewood to Baoqing Iron Manufacturing Company.

Iron-making furnaces must use pebbles. Charcoal is expensive, but some stoves can use firewood, and they will buy a small amount of firewood.

Although someone had been supplying firewood for a long time, Ding Zhao agreed because Hong was good at providing firewood.

Hong Da's son is fifteen or sixteen years old and is known as Brother Hong. It seemed that my legs and feet were not very good and I couldn't do heavy work, so I bought some bamboo slices and paper and made lanterns for sale at home.

Big man Hong hardly spoke, but little brother Hong was sweet-tongued and always smiled when he saw everyone. Within a few days, he became friendly with many villagers.

Ding Xiang has seen Brother Hong several times. The young man is good-looking, with wheat-colored skin, delicate features, and a tall and thin figure. Unfortunately, he walks with a slight limp.

Brother Hong really loves to laugh, and he also laughed with Ding Xiang.

This morning, Ding Zhen came to Ding Xiang to see two poetry books and a set of pen and ink washers that her grandfather had bought for her in the county town.

The little girl's face was flushed with excitement, and she was extremely excited.

Among the young ladies in Beiquan Village, in terms of appearance, temperament and knowledge, apart from Ding Xiang, she is the only one who can count on her. Xia He can't be convinced.

Ding Xiang took Ling'er and Hei Wa to the third room.

He also went to find Xia Sanfen. She was not at home, but she met Xia He.

Xia He came over and held Ding Xiang's hand and joked.

Neither Ding Xiang nor Ding Zhen liked Xia He's virtue of using people to lead the way and not using people to deal with the rear. They said a few words and left without taking her to play with her.

Ding Zhen whispered to Ding Xiang, "Have you noticed that Xia He looks at Brother Liren differently. He also loves to laugh with Brother Liren, and even calls him 'Brother Liren' from far away." , it all sounds disgusting. She is only a few days younger than brother Liren, so why not call her by her name?"

Ding Xiang's eyes bulged, and her eleven-year-old second brother was also missed?

Listening to Ding Zhen's charming voice imitating Xia He's, Ding Xiang giggled.

Little girls in ancient times were so precocious. Xia He matures early, and so does Ding Zhen.

Ding Zhen said again, "Huh, Xia He also told Sister Sanfen that I have small eyes and a garlic nose, so I'm beautiful. I even have a garlic nose, but I'm prettier than her."

As soon as she mentioned this, the little girl became angry and pouted her mouth.

Ding Xiang said, "Sister Xia He is far worse than Sister Zhen."

Ding Xiang really thinks so. Although Ding Zhen's nose is a bit garlicky, it is fleshy and white, not too big or too small, and her face looks pretty and pretty. In addition, the little girl loves to laugh, which is very cute.

I met Brother Hong again on the way.

Seeing them, Brother Hong grinned, his eyes were crooked, and his white teeth were particularly eye-catching. He was wearing blue clothes and trousers, and his clothes were very clean.

Ding Zhen whispered to Ding Xiang quietly, "Brother Hong must brush his teeth every day. There is no woman in the family who can be so particular, so don't look for her."

Since life at home has improved, Ms. Xie and Ms. Zhao have supervised the brushing of Ding Zhen's and her brother's teeth every day. Even if the elders cannot do this, they still require the children to maintain this good habit.

Brushing teeth has become a prerequisite for Ding Zhen to judge whether a person likes to be clean or not. She would give points to whoever brushed her teeth first.

After her teeth became whiter, Ding Zhen also smiled more. Just looking at the two rows of white little glutinous rice teeth, people know that this girl loves to be clean.

Ding Xiang took a closer look at Brother Hong. His teeth were white and neat, and his mouth shape was very good-looking. He was a typical handsome guy with single eyelids, a bit like a male model who specialized in toothpaste advertisements in his previous life.

This image, apart from being inferior to his grandfather, father and brother, is more beautiful than all the men in the village.

Ding Xiang laughed softly, "They may have good conditions in their hometown."

Ding Zhen was convinced, "Well, he's very polite, and maybe he's read a book."

Brother Hong saw two beautiful girls smiling happily at him, and his smile became a little bigger. He stopped and said, "I can make bunny lanterns, lotus lanterns, and peach blossom lanterns. If my little sister likes it, I...can come to my house to buy it."

He originally wanted to say "I'll give it to you", but thought it was too abrupt, so he changed it to "buy".

"Okay." The two little girls agreed happily.

When you arrive at the door of the third bedroom, you can see from a distance that the shabby yard at the end of the village is surrounded by a fence, with two old couples standing beside it.

Ding Zhen said, "That's Mr. Tao and Mrs. Tao."

She had seen them, Lilac had not.

Mr. and Mrs. Tao Weng are like stars in the village, and their every move attracts much attention.

At the end of every day, Tao Weng and the old lady would walk around the foot of the mountain, and then the old lady would go home. Tao Weng continued to wander around, sometimes in the fields and sometimes in the village. He also liked to talk to the villagers about farming matters.

Ding Xiang and Ding Zhen walked over there at the same time.

Ding Xiang wore a light purple embroidered silk dress, Ding Zhen wore a pink silk dress, and Ling'er wore a green fine cloth armor.

Three beautiful little girls were like a sight in the village, followed by a big black dog.

The eyes of Tao Weng and Mrs. Tao were immediately attracted.

Dingxiang and Dingzhen stopped under the peach tree, about a foot away from the old couple. There were many peaches on the tree. The small peaches were green with red, but they were inedible, sour and astringent.

Ding Xiang looked at Tao Weng and his wife with bulging round eyes. Ding Zhen lowered her eyelids, shook Ding Xiang's hand, and whispered, "Sister Xiang, you can't look at people like that, it's rude."

Lilac said "Oh", lowered her eyes and then raised them to look at them. I am a little kid now, and a courageous little kid. This is the expression I should have when dealing with curious things.

Tao Weng is in his early sixties, wearing cloth clothes and wearing straw sandals. The hair on the top of the head is sparse and tied together with the hair on the back, as small as a horn. He is very thin, with wrinkles on his face like knife carvings, but he is very energetic.

This is an attempt to stand with the peasant class.