Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

"Mom, no, it's still very cold. How can I stand such a cold weather? If this continues, I won't be able to do it anymore. I will freeze to death."

Mrs. Han looked at Han Caiying and felt a little distressed.

"Hey, Yingzi, mother doesn't want you to be cold. Let's go into bed and lie down under the quilt. If you are covered with this quilt, it won't be too cold."

Mrs. Han looked at Han Caiying distressedly and persuaded Han Caiying.

Han Caiying pouted, looking very unhappy, "No! Mom, I've been staying under the quilt these days. You don't know, my waist hurts so much! If I lie down again, my whole body will probably... It will hurt to death.”

Old Mrs. Han was also in a dilemma. She couldn't do it lying under the quilt, it was cold, but she didn't have a solution!

"Mom, go find that girl Ya'er!" Han Caiying suggested.

Mrs. Han was a little confused, "What's the use of looking for Ya'er girl?"

"Mom, don't you know? Silly Ya got a lot of charcoal and gave it to her. With those charcoal, it will definitely keep warm if you burn it in the house."

After Han Caiying finished speaking, Mrs. Han's eyes lit up and she said, "Ying Zi, is this true? Then go find that girl now and ask for some for you. Burn the house to warm it up, and you won't be cold." It’s on fire.”

"Yeah!" Han Caiying nodded heavily.

When Mrs. Han was about to get up and go to find Luo Ya'er, Father Han scolded her, "You old woman, are you really going to go? Even if Xue'er gave charcoal to Ya'er, you can't ask for it. Yes!"

Mrs. Han had a straight face and asked very puzzledly, "Why can't I have it? Our Yingzi is also cold. What's wrong with asking for some charcoal to keep warm? Yingzi is her elder after all, right? Get something." It’s only natural to respect your elders!”

Father Han was naturally impressed by Mrs. Han.

"Girl Ya'er is pregnant. Her body is more expensive than Yingzi's. Her room must be warm. Let's save the charcoal for girl Ya'er!"

"Dad, why are you always thinking about others! I am your daughter and you don't feel sorry for me at all!" Han Caiying inevitably complained about what Father Han said.

As Han Caiying spoke, she stretched out her hand, brought it to Father Han, and muttered, "Dad, look, how frozen are my hands? They're frostbite! It's itchy again." It hurts again. If it gets colder, my hands will become useless!"

Father Han glanced at Han Caiying's hands. The five fingers on her hands were like sausages.

"Old man, have you seen that our Yingzi's hands have become like this? We really can't let Yingzi freeze anymore. I'm going to get some charcoal, but I don't want all of it back. Besides, this Ya'er girl's After the charcoal is burned, won’t Miss Xueer still send her some?”

This time, after seeing Han Caiying's hands that looked like pig's hooves, she didn't object much to what Mrs. Han said.

There are no parents in this world who don't care about their children, even if their children do something disappointing.

When Mrs. Han saw that Father Han said nothing more, she ran out of the house happily.

It was raining lightly outside, and Mrs. Han trotted into Luo Yaer's house. As soon as I entered, I felt warm inside the house.

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