Matchmaker Zhao specially picked an auspicious day and went to the door of Lao Lintou's house with great joy. She wanted to arrange a marriage for the three girls in his family. She boasted all the time and everyone was envious: "I'm afraid this is a good thing that you can't even find anywhere even if you hold up a lantern!"
"Where is the third girl? But where are you hiding and secretly rejoicing?"
"I won't marry." The third girl from the Lin family was lying on the apricot tree picking fruits to eat, and refused without even thinking.
"Oh, that's the only son of Jia Xiucai's family, and he will be an official in the future!"
"Anyway, I won't marry," Lin Qingsui spat out a mouthful of peel, "Marry whoever you want."
After reviving her life, do you still want her to marry someone else? Beautiful thought!
A new twist on the old saying - "Notes on Secret Things in the Market"
This winter, heavy snow fell all over the mountains.
It is said that Jiang Zhi, the third girl of the Jiang family, went into the old forest to collect ginseng and never came out.
Her widowed mother cried blindly and wanted to go into the mountains, but was stopped by the clan members.
"This little one is only afraid of bad luck, so why bother trying to get an old one for nothing."
Chen Zhichun, the oil seller, stayed up all night after hearing this.
At dawn, he spent all his savings to marry a wife, bought a thick mink fur coat, and went into the deep mountains and snow forest alone.
There was heavy snow outside the cave, and a bonfire was burning inside the cave.
The mink fur was thick enough to wrap around the two of them. There was only a single layer of clothing between them, and the two hugged each other tightly.
Under the warm orange firelight, the girl's eyes were closed tightly, and her whole body was frozen stiff.
Chen Zhichun pressed close to her face inch by inch, breathing in the hot air and slowly feeding her warm water with his mouth.
I can't wait to give her all the warmth in my body.
I'm here to take you home despite the wind and snow.
Intention: Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn
