"..."

At night, I put two pieces of five-foot gray cloth directly, plus some coarse grains and eggs. Her mother is smaller than her, five feet is more than enough.

Gao Xiulan now develops the habit of looking at her own urn every day. If you don't watch it one day, you won't be strong. Although there are very few things when there is something, it doesn't prevent her from creating surprises for herself.

No, the surprise comes.

Let's take a look at the grain inside, ten kilograms of cornmeal. It can be eaten for several days. There are a few more eggs. Oh, Qing Miao'er can eat one more egg today.

Take a look below...Ouch, good material! Better than the county bought.

Gao Xiulan took it out and looked at it, feeling very comfortable in her hand. The only thing is that the color is too dark. Those young girls in the county town are dressed in floral materials.

My daughters should also wear that kind.

So I feel a little dissatisfied with my own man, "Big root, you have never raised a girl, don't know, young girl should wear little flowers. Now it's different from before. Women can hold up half of the sky. You can't think too much. I'm old. Remember, next time I feed the material, I have to send small flowers to the child."

Comrade Su Dagen naturally did not respond to her. The only response was the old hen in the room, clucking twice.

Gao Xiulan immediately read to it a pinch of cornmeal, "You eat what you eat, eat more, and lay more eggs for our family. But don't lay eggs. The old hen I raised last time just didn't lay eggs and slaughtered them. . Don't mention how sad I am. You must not make me sad."

The old hen pecks the cornmeal quickly...

After waiting for everyone else to go out in the morning, Gao Xiulan pulled Su Qinghe into the house to look at the fabrics.

"We have new clothes for Qingmiao at our house. The color is darker, but it is also new clothes. It must be neatly worn on the body." Gao Xiulan smiled contentedly.

Su Qinghe looked at the fabric for a long time with a look of disgust, "Mom, I don't like this color, how do you wear it?" Although this piece on her body is not colorful, it is off-white with black spots.

Gao Xiulan coaxed her daughter, "This is something your dad gave you specifically, why don't you wear it. Your dad must also know that our girl is going to wear new clothes. The color is darker, but doesn't your dad know? When he leaves, we wear this color."

Su Qinghe pursed his lips, "Mom, don't lie to me. I know that my dad gave it to you. My dad is a leader, so I don't know what we are wearing now. ?? This color is for mom to wear at a glance."

When Gao Xiulan heard it, her face was stunned. Is their Dagen deliberate?

Oh, no wonder, she just said, how could their roots be so confused. When I got married before, Dagen would coax her.

This is really...

Gao Xiulan felt a little embarrassed. The dark red could not be concealed on the black face. Oh, how did you let the girl know about this.

Su Qinghe coughed, "Mom, since my dad gave it to you, you can wear it. My dad must have seen me have clothes to wear, so he gave you the material. Don't make him upset. When I look back, he will blame me for being unfilial."

"He dare!" Gao Xiulan immediately changed her expression. "If your dad dares to say that you are not filial, I will go to his grave and cry!"

Su Qinghe: "...Well, my dad won't tell me, mom, you should wear it. I don't wear it. Or I can give it to my sister-in-law."

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