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"Did you carve this yourself?"

Yang Ruqing was astonished.

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She glanced at the comb in her hand, then at his.

Wow, that's so skillful!

Thinking of something, she suddenly grasped his other hand and held it in front of her eyes, looking at it closely.

Indeed, several fingertips bore fine, dense scratches.

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... countless, like a spiderweb.

Either deep or shallow.

This reminded her of when she was in elementary school, sharpening pencils with a pencil sharpener...

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

She lowered her head and asked softly.

He smiled and shook his head. "Just a scratch, it's nothing..."

Before the words could even finish, soft, warm lips gently covered his rough fingertips.

And along with it, falling was also a wet liquid.

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He was stunned.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"

He cupped her face.

Only to see a layer of mist in her eyes, her eyelashes wet.

“Qing'er, why are you crying?”

He asked, sounding a bit flustered.

"Am I making the comb too ugly? I'm sorry, I... I will definitely go to town and buy a prettier one next time..."

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She shook her head, cutting him off.

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“This is the prettiest comb I’ve ever seen, and it’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever received.”

"I love it so much."

“Thank you, Tang Ya Zi!”

She looked at him, smiling and said.

He was a little dazed.

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Don't we only cry when we are sad?

How can one be happy and cry at the same time?

Girl's stuff, I just don't understand!

At night, Yang Huazhou and Bao Suyun came over to chat, bringing news of Yang Huamei's marriage.

"It's a good day, February 2nd is the Dragon Raising its Head, a auspicous day according to Chinese astrology."

“The marriage of Mei’er was set for that day, and both sides agreed.” Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Huazhong nodded.

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Yang Huazhou continued, "The Wang family over there will provide a bridal home, a wedding bed, and a set of tables, chairs, bedding."

"There's no dowry from the groom's side, all the bride price is paid by the bride's family."

Old Wang's family said that Chuanzi's burn was only 40% healed, and the follow-up medication and treatment were too expensive.

“As for his parents, they didn't object either,” he said.

Yang Huazhong then nodded.

Gossip is a woman's nature.

Sun shi couldn't help but inquire: "So, what kind of dowry are Father and Mother planning to give Mei er?"

Yang Huazhou thought for a moment and said, "Four sets of clothing, shoes, and socks each, and two sets of bedding, pillows, sheets, and cotton filling each."

“A wardrobe, a basin, and things like that, as well as four taels of silver as dowry.”

“Haven’t you sold two mu of irrigated land before? You had eight taels of silver, didn’t you?” Yang Huazhong finally spoke up.

Yang Huazhou said, "Originally I planned to give six ounces. One ounce would be used for visiting relatives during the New Year, and another ounce would be used for tuition at Yongxian School after the spring."

"But, Second Brother and his wife had a fight."

"Father and mother took two taels from Mei'er's dowry of six taels and gave them to Lan'er as her dowry," Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Huazhong suddenly realized.

"So, the wedding date for Lan and Old Mu's family is set then?" he asked.

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Yang Huazhou shook his head.

The Lao Mu family only sent a matchmaker to propose marriage. That Mu Zichuan hasn't even come to acknowledge his relatives yet!

"Oh." Yang Huazhong nodded and stopped asking.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, every household put a string of short firecrackers in front of their chicken coop.

The aim is to drive away the weasel.

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Praying for livestock to grow healthy and strong in the coming year.

While having dinner, there was a heavy thunderstorm outside.

After a short while, the rain started.

Yang Huazhong put down his chopsticks, glanced at the rain outside, and said, "It's raining spring today!"

Sun was also very pleased: "It's been a long spring, the cold days are finally over."

Yang Ruqing was engrossed in her meal when she heard the word "spring fighting," and paused for a moment.

“Dǎchūn” is a dialect word.

It must be the Spring Equinox, right?

Indeed, Yang Huazhong's next words confirmed her guess.

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"This year, we started spring work late. In previous years, it would have been done by the end of December." He said.

As the old saying goes, "Spring rain is heavy and gloomy, damp and overcast until Qingming."

"It has been raining a lot this first half of the year," he said.

Son nodded in agreement.

“When this rain stops, the rapeseed in the field will start to grow again.” she said.

"This farm work, you have to manage it well!"

Yang Huazhong nodded: "I haven't been to see the two acres of land in Li Jia Village that I bought last year."

When the weather clears up, it will also be time to tidy things up.

The spring rain lingers.

When the rain stopped and the sun came out, it was already the twelfth day of the first lunar month.

When it was time for breakfast, Luofeng Tang came as promised.

Arrows in the quiver, an axe at the waist, a dagger, and a pile of ropes.

Sun stuffed dried food into both of their coats, while instructing them.

“After so many days of rain, the mountain roads are slippery and difficult to walk on. You mustn't go too deep, and be sure to be back before sunset...”

Yang Ruqing smiled and put away the dry food: "Mother, don't worry, we'll just wander around the outskirts of the mountain today."

Since she had the big meal, she has been living in a hurry every day.

Things that happened years ago, causing hardship for the people and draining public funds.

Thirty years of toil and effort, all gone in a single day.

All we have left in the house now is seven hundred copper coins.

Of the seven hundred wen, five hundred wen are set aside for Dayan as a parting gift and not a single one can be moved.

The remaining 200 wen were spent on buying rice and grain.

Five mouths can't be supported for even a few days.

After celebrating her birthday, she wanted to go into the mountains to try her luck, but it rained constantly.

It's a good day today, the sun is shining. I have to call up my friend Tang and go hiking in the mountains quickly.

"Little Tang, where are we going hunting today?"

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On the mountain path, Yang Ruqing asked Luofengtang.

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Luo Fengtang stopped his steps and raised his head to look at the majestic mountain before him.

He pointed south: "Spring has arrived, the weather is warming up, there should be more animals in that area than elsewhere."

Let's go there!

Okay!

All the supplies were on Luofengtang's back, she was lightly armed.

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When they passed a grove of bamboo, Luofeng Tang stopped.

"There might be snakes in the mountains right now, I'll chop you a bamboo stalk to hold."

He said.

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"Great!"

While he was chopping bamboo, she wasn't idle either. She bent over in the bamboo grove, keeping watch.

"Qing'er, what are you looking for?"

He asked curiously.

Yang Ruqing said, "Looking for spring bamboo shoots."

Soon, she had a discovery.

"Aha, found it!"

With a gasp of surprise, he crouched down, examining the tender shoots of spring peeking out from cracks in the soil.

"It's too small, only about two ounces of meat after peeling it, and it will take another half a month to grow." She said to herself.

Lùofēng Táng walked over with a sharpened bamboo pole in hand.

“Let’s come back in half a month to harvest. This bamboo forest is remote, and villagers rarely come here.” he said.

Yang Ruqing stood up, “That’s true then, if they don’t come, all the spring shoots in this forest will be mine! Hee hee.”

Having taken the bamboo pole, the two continued on their way, heading toward the forest to the south.

After a long winter's snow cover, now that spring has arrived, the mountains and fields have changed colors.

Lush greenery, with countless small wildflowers blooming along the roadside.

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