Li Qingzhi doesn't plan to go to the county town today. He wants to finish writing Ding Xi's autobiography as soon as possible.
After Li Laogen and others left, he opened the door of the study and started writing at the door.
In the winter in Chongcheng County, if there is sunshine, it won’t be too cold. Sitting at the door to bask in the sun will warm you up. But if there is no sunshine and it is windy, it will be cold to the bone.
The weather is not very good today. Li Qingzhi sat at the door and felt like he was sitting opposite the refrigerator.
But if he didn't sit at the door and close it... then he might not be able to see the words clearly.
Fortunately, he has special powers and won't let his hands and feet get frozen.
Li Qingzhi put on two cotton-padded jackets and folded a thin quilt to cover his legs, concentrating on writing.
In this kind of weather, villagers generally don't like to go out, but today, there were people peeking in front of their door, looking at Li Qingzhi curiously.
But even though they watched, they didn't dare to get close to disturb Li Qingzhi.
Li Qingzhi must be writing a story. If they disturb Li Qingzhi, what if Li Qingzhi can't write a good story
The old men and women who had chatted a lot with Li Qingzhi about family matters in the past few months were now particularly proud and kept telling others how good their relationship with Li Qingzhi was.
"Li Qingzhi praised the cucumbers I grew for being delicious!"
"He also said that my son is filial!"
"He loves talking to me the most!"
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When the villagers came to see Li Qingzhi, Li Damao and Li Ermao, who were playing nearby, were also showing off their fathers to their friends in the village: "My dad can write stories and tell them!"
The children in the village have heard about this from their families in the past two days. In addition, in the past few months, they often saw Li Qingzhi buying delicious food for Li Damao and Li Ermao, and walking with Li Damao and Li Ermao...
Li Qingzhi was already a recognized good father in the village. Now he can write books and tell stories, and even knows the county magistrate...
"If only my dad was like your dad."
"Da Mao and Er Mao, your dad is so nice!"
"Yeah, unlike my dad, who only knew how to beat me..."
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As they were talking, one of the kids suddenly had an idea: "If my dad was taken away for a few years like your dad, would he be so good when he came back?"
Another child thought it was a good idea: "Maybe it will get better! If only my dad was taken away for a few years!"
A villager who happened to pass by and heard this: “…” These two kids really deserve a beating!
The villagers braved the cold wind and peeked in front of the Li family's door.
Li Qingzhi saw all of this.
He really wanted to go and talk to them, but he had a lot of things to do right now... Li Qingzhi kept writing without stopping.
The villagers couldn't stand the cold, so they stood in the chilly wind for a while and then left.
Li Laogen was not at home and could not chat with them, so the old ladies went to find Yao's mother next door.
"Li Qingzhi is really hardworking. It's so cold, and if you stretch your hands out for too long, they'll get numb, but he managed to keep writing for so long."
"I used to think Jin Xiaoye would suffer if she married him... Now I think about it, where can I find such a good man!"
"No wonder Jin Xiaoye wants to support him to go to school!"