Realizing her mistake, Cheng Qiao washed little Li Ming's face with well water. His red and swollen eyelids gradually subsided and the little guy slept even more soundly.
When he woke up, he played the game of the hen laying eggs with Xiao Chengli. They both laughed and danced happily until the battery ran out.
It turned out that little Cheng Li promised his younger brother that they would play with toys together after returning home, but the condition was that he couldn't cry anymore. Little Li Ming really kept his promise and didn't cry or make a fuss until he woke up.
"Son, on your birthday, Mom will buy you a toy. What do you want?"
Xiao Li had completely forgotten about Cheng Qiao ignoring him. When he heard that he had a gift, he happily shouted "Frog, frog, frog!"
Seeing that Cheng Qiao was no longer angry, Li Huan patted his chest and let out a breath. It was really scary when his wife got angry, but fortunately, this anger came and went quickly.
The days that followed were peaceful. Li Huan focused on production and sideline businesses. The atmosphere in the entire Xiangyang Village could not be better, and everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.
There are more and more marriages in the village. Since all the families are rich, it is no problem to give an extra fifty yuan as a betrothal gift, and an extra twenty yuan as a dowry.
Cuihua and Aunt Wang both started arranging blind dates for their sons, but everyone avoided the educated youth. Of course, some people also took a fancy to Han Chunmei, the educated youth who had been with them for seven or eight years.
"Xiao Han, you are almost 30 years old this year, and you have wasted your youth here. How about I introduce you to a good one?"
Han Chunmei shook her head. At Cheng Qiao's suggestion, Zhang Yuefang secretly told her that if she persisted for another two or three years, she would be able to enter university. They wanted to get into university and fly out of this village.
For some reason, Han Chunmei's trust in Cheng Qiao has reached 100%, and she believes everything Cheng Qiao says.
Now Cheng Qiao has handed little Cheng Li over to her, asking her to teach little Cheng Li to read and write. After all, little Cheng Li is still her nominal godson.
"Chunmei, listen to what your aunt said. That guy is really good, but his wife died three years ago and he only has one son. He has always liked you and is willing to pay a betrothal gift of 200 yuan and four sets of clothes."
"Aunt, my family has already made arrangements. I will get married when I return to the city."
"Haha, you're already thirty years old and you're still going back to the city to get married. You must be crazy."
"Aunt, my brain is not broken, but your heart is broken. For a few matchmaker's money, your heart is black."
"Bah, an old maid who can't get married..."
Seeing that Han Chunmei firmly disagreed, the aunt knew that she would not get any benefits this way, so she could only spat on the ground angrily and left cursing.
"What kind of person is this? He curses people when he disagrees. How annoying."
"Forget it. There's no point in bothering with such a black-hearted village woman. How are you and Damao doing now?"
Zhang Yuefang smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes. Last time, she went to Chuncheng to visit Damao without telling anyone. It happened to be lunch time, and Zhang Yuefang saw Damao sitting and eating with a female classmate. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
When Damao saw her, she was already standing next to the dining table. The female classmate forced a smile at Zhang Yuefang, took the lunch box and left. Damao looked at Zhang Yuefang guiltily, as if he had been caught cheating.
"Yuefang, have you eaten yet? How about I get you a meal? Today, there is braised pork in the cafeteria."
Looking at the braised pork in Damao's lunch box, Zhang Yuefang left with a sneer. He was living a very comfortable life, only giving himself two dollars a month and usually not even going home. Haha, Damao still gave himself a reason to work hard.
When Damao came back from lunch, Zhang Yuefang was nowhere to be seen. He felt a little uneasy and even came back specially on the weekend, only to find out that his wife had become a teacher.
But on the day Damao came back, Zhang Yuefang did not go home, but squeezed into the educated youth camp and slept for a night. She didn't want to get pregnant, especially since she already had a target, she was even more unwilling to get pregnant.
Cuihua, who wants to have a grandson, can only place her hopes on Ermao. She does not blame Zhang Yuefang. The couple live in different places and this is not a country of women where they can get pregnant by drinking river water.
Ermao admired Li Huan very much, and he was determined to find a woman like Cheng Qiao to be his wife. Cuihua kept shaking her head when she heard this. She also hoped to marry a daughter-in-law like Cheng Qiao, but such a daughter-in-law was not easy to find.
In August of another year, the hottest season of the year, Wang Xiangyang's home finally had a wedding sign. Aunt Wang found a village girl for him, a little girl named Caiqin. Her father was a hunter and she admired Wang Xiangyang very much.
So when the parents of the two families met, they decided on the marriage of the two children. Wang Xiangyang and Chen Caiqin were childhood sweethearts, so since their parents had given the order and the matchmaker had agreed, they decided to get married.
The betrothal gift was two hundred yuan, plus a bicycle. The dowry was even more impressive. Not only did she have a watch, but she also had a radio and eight large quilts. This was almost as much dowry as Cheng Qiao's.
Li Huan smiled coldly after hearing this. My wife is a fairy. If you want to compete with my wife, wait until your next life. No, wait until the next life. No, wait until you can become a fairy.
Cheng Qiao, who was being talked about, was looking for medicinal herbs in the mountains with two-year-old Li Ming in her arms. Ye Jun was on the other side with little Cheng Li, constantly sorting the herbs.
But little Cheng Li suddenly raised his head and said it was raining. Cheng Qiao also felt the humidity in the air increasing, so she decisively stopped picking herbs and went down the mountain with her two children and Ye Jun.
As soon as they arrived at the door of their house, it started to rain heavily. Cheng Qiao saw Li's mother busy cleaning the yard, and she helped to carry things inside.
"Master, it's raining so hard, don't go back. Just stay here."
In the past two years, Li Huan built two more houses next to his own house, one for his master and one for Xuhui and his grandmother. The house originally occupied by Ye Jun was given to little Chengli and little Liming.
"Okay, then I'll take the two children to take a bath and change clothes. Even though it's summer, they still need to keep warm."
Cheng Qiao nodded, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be movement at the window of her room. She hurried into the room and saw the little red head rushing in from the window, looking a little panicked.
"What's wrong."
Cheng Qiao moved his mind and took Little Red Head into the space. Only then did Little Red Head feel safe. The man and the snake began to communicate, and finally, Cheng Qiao's face changed.
She quickly left the space, found an umbrella and ran towards the village committee. The little red-head told her that all the animals on the mountain were fleeing and even it didn't dare to stay on the mountain.
When Li Huan heard the news, his heart ached. More than 20 years ago, Xiangyang Village was flooded by a mountain torrent. At that time, the mountain torrent broke out and the entire village was connected to the Xiangyang River.