After being replaced, she changed from a miserable daughter-in-law to a lucky wife

Xia Wanniang came out when she heard the noise, and just saw him turning around with a disappointed look on his face.

She walked over to him, squatted down, raised her hand and touched his head: "It's okay, they are just scared."

Xiao Zisen pouted: "Do I look so scary?"

Xia Wanniang was amused by him: "How could it be, our Zisen is so handsome and well-behaved, he is like a fairy boy dropped from the sky!"

When Xiao Zisen heard this, he smiled particularly happily, and the slight sense of loss he had just felt had long since disappeared.

The news that the Xiao family's child could speak spread like wildfire throughout the village.

Liu Changqing even went there in person and sat in the main room to look at Aunt Xiao: "Xiu Xiu, I heard that the child is fine?"

Aunt Xiao looked at him and just smiled faintly: "Village Chief, please call me Xiao's sister!"

Liu Changqing showed a trace of sadness and pain on his face, but it was only for a moment before the emotion was buried: "I heard about it from the children in the village, so I came to take a look."

Xia Wanniang just happened to bring her three children over: "Give your regards to the village chief."

"Hello, Grandpa Village Chief." The three children's voices were all very nice.

Liu Changqing looked at the three children and found that they seemed to be really well. The eldest's eyes had light, and he could even detect the position of his legs. The second's arms could move, and the third could speak.

"Good, good, that's great. All three children are better." The happy expression on his face was even happier than if his own children had recovered from their illnesses.

Xia Wanniang looked back and forth between Aunt Xiao and Liu Changqing. She had always felt that there must be a story between the two of them.

Aunt Xiao felt her stare, but she just smiled faintly and said nothing.

Liu Changqing didn't care at all, with a smile on his face: "The three children are fine, and your future life will be better too."

Aunt Xiao nodded expressionlessly: "It will be fine. We will all be fine."

When Liu Changqing heard this, his heart ached and he looked at Aunt Xiao's face: There are some regrets and pains that may never be made up in this lifetime.

He stood up and walked towards the gate without saying a word.

Aunt Xiao looked at his back and shook her head helplessly.

Xia Wanniang asked the three children to go play and sat next to her: "What happened between mother and the village chief?"

Aunt Xiao turned to look at her and said, "I really can't hide anything from you." She didn't say anything after that.

Xia Wanniang didn't ask any further questions. Who doesn't have a past?

She picked up the dirty cotton clothes at home and took them to the snow to wash the clothes with the snow.

Aunt Xiao was originally full of worries, but after seeing her actions, she put all her worries behind her: "Mrs. Wan, what are you doing?"

Xia Wanniang squatted in the snow, putting snow on her clothes and washing them with a brush: "Mom, I'm washing my cotton clothes. This way the clothes will be very clean."

Aunt Xiao found it interesting. It was the first time she saw clothes being washed in this way. Before, when they washed winter clothes, it was not only troublesome but also freeze-dried.

Generally they don’t wash winter clothes, but wait until spring to wash and dry them, then put them in boxes and cages so they can be worn again the next year.

Xia Wanniang's method of washing clothes is suitable for all kinds of furs, but it can also be used to wash cotton clothes, at least it can make them cleaner.

Aunt Xiao squatted down and washed the cotton clothes with her. After brushing it once, she hung it outside the house. After it was half dry, she took it back into the house to bake it dry.

As for the thinner and close-fitting clothes, you can wash them with boiled snow water, hang them outside to dry. They will become soft after freezing, and then you can bring them back inside to dry.

She has no shortage of clothes in her space now, and she can wear a different one every day, but she doesn't want to be too conspicuous. It is better to be low-key. It is not a comfortable thing to be stared at all the time.

In the afternoon, some brave children came to the gate of the yard. They stretched their heads to look into the yard, and when they saw human figures, they immediately retracted their heads.

Aunt Xiao was hanging clothes to dry. She looked at the children hiding behind the snowman outside and winked at Xia Wanniang: "Look at these children."