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From then on, Han Dahai became Xu Miao's human punching bag, one willing to hit the other willing to be beaten. The two of them started training enthusiastically.

Xu Miao taught Han Dahai martial arts in the morning, and arranged for Han Dahai to make a sand table in the afternoon.

No matter whether Han Dahai goes to the military camp or not, what he has learned is his own ability.

Han Dahai was particularly attentive to making the sand table, but he was upset when he saw that there were words marked on the sand table.

"Sister Miao, can't you learn to write?"

Han Dahai stretched out his big hand to show Xu Miao: "My hand trembles every time I pick up a pen. I can't control it at all."

"I thought about writing that word straighter, but when I put it on the paper, it was just a black mess."

"That pen is so limp and won't respond to my commands. I have to learn how to write. I have a good memory, so can't I just remember it in my mind?"

After listening to Han Dahai's words, Xu Miao knew that Han Dahai couldn't hold the brush and couldn't control the strength of the brush.

When she thought about when she first started practicing calligraphy, she was just like Han Dahai and was not used to writing with a brush at all.

It was only later that Xu Miao forced himself to practice calligraphy.

Xu Miao said to Han Dahai, "Wait a minute, Dahai. I'll find something good for you."

Xu Miao walked into the room, took out the charcoal pencil she used for drawing, and handed it to Han Dahai: "Dahai, try this."

"This pen is harder and easier to control."

"Literacy must be learned. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. No matter how good your memory is, it is not as safe as writing it down on paper."

"You should learn to write with this pen first. Once you have learned a little, you can switch to practicing with a brush."

Seeing Xu Miao's tough attitude, Han Dahai gave up the idea of ​​learning to write.

He picked up the charcoal pencil and drew a few strokes on the paper in front of him, then said with a simple smile, "Sister Miao, this charcoal pencil is really good. Look at how straight my handwriting is!"

Xu Miao stretched his head to look at the word that Han Dahai had written that looked like a ghostly scribble, and was speechless.

Village chief Han and his companions returned to Hanjia Village from Dingzhou City on the evening of the ninth day after leaving the village.

The entire village of Hanjia Village came out and gathered on the road at the entrance of the village.

There were more than ten horse-drawn carriages full of goods parked on the road. Village chief Han, wrapped in a large cotton-padded jacket, was directing the young and strong villagers to move the goods down from the carriages.

As soon as Village Chief Han and his motorcade appeared at the entrance of Hanjia Village, curious villagers ran to Xu Miao's house to inform him, "Master, please go to the village entrance quickly. Village Chief Han and his men have returned."

"Village Chief Han is leading a large group of carriages and is heading towards Hanjia Village."

After the villagers finished speaking, they ran out to watch the fun.

Xu Miao and Chun'er were preparing dinner at home when Chun'er heard that Village Chief Han and the others had returned.

He didn't even bother to cook, put down the firewood in his arms, and said to Xu Miao excitedly, "Second Miss, let's cook dinner later and go see if Han Bo and the others have bought anything."

After saying that, he ran out happily with Dahei to watch the fun.

Life in Hanjia Village is too dull, so when something new happens, everyone likes to join in the fun.

In particular, Village Chief Han rushed back from the state capital with a large team of horse-drawn carriages loaded with New Year's goods.

Xu Miao put down the fire at home, wrapped himself in a cotton coat, walked out of the yard, and followed the villagers towards the village entrance.

When we arrived at the entrance of Hanjia Village, we saw all the villagers in Hanjia Village lined up on the road, waiting for Boss Han to call their names.

"Uncle Wang, you need two bundles of felt cloth to repair your house. Go to the carriage in the back and ask someone to help you carry the felt cloth home. Just wait for us to come and repair the house."

"I'm thinking of coming back after putting away the felt cloth. We still have to share the New Year's goods in the back later."

"Listen up, villagers! Take your felt cloth home and cover it with something to prevent it from getting snowy. If it gets wet, it will be too heavy to use in repairing your house."

"Hey, Aunt Li, your house needs a lot of repairs. Go to the back and get four bundles of felt to take home."

Recently, Boss Han has visited all the houses in the village and roughly estimated how much felt cloth each family needs. He is now distributing it according to demand.

We originally wanted to drive the horse-drawn carriages into the village and deliver the felt cloth to each household, but there was no place to park in front of some villagers' homes, so we had to park the carriages at the entrance of the village.

Anyway, there are only about forty households in Hanjia Village, so the distribution can be done quickly.

Village chief Han and a few old men sat in the back of the carriage, smoking and chatting while watching the young people in the village distribute goods with great enthusiasm.

When Village Chief Han saw Xu Miao walking towards him from afar, he jumped off the carriage and walked towards Xu Miao.

"A Miao, we've bought a lot of things this time. Look at these carriages at the back. They're all filled with New Year's goods for the villagers of Hanjia Village."

Village Chief Han excitedly pointed at the carriages parked behind and said to Xu Miao.

Looking at the unshaven face and red eyes of the village chief Han, Xu Miao knew that they must have been in a hurry to get back from Dingzhou City so quickly.

"Uncle Han, you must be exhausted from the journey. I thought it would take you a few more days to get back from the state capital."

Village Chief Han smiled nonchalantly and said, "Yes, we are a little tired. We were just worried about heavy snow on the road, so we didn't dare stop to rest and rushed back overnight."

"I'll ask your Aunt Han to take people back to clean up the house. Families with larger houses in our Hanjia Village will each send a few drivers over."

"Let the people have a good night's sleep, and the horses need a good rest too. They're exhausted from the journey."

Village Chief Han's brows relaxed, his eyes sparkled, and he said to Xu Miao with a smile, "A Miao, I also bought ten taels of silver worth of firecrackers."

"You don't know, every New Year's Eve, our Hanjia Village is so quiet, I can't even describe how upset I feel."

"It's New Year after all, but our village is poor and we don't have the spare money to buy those expensive things."

"This time, I was so determined that I gritted my teeth and bought ten taels of silver worth of firecrackers. I thought that on New Year's Eve, our village would also hear some fireworks and feel like we were celebrating the New Year."

"When the time comes, take the firecrackers to your front door and set them off so that everyone in the village can hear them."

Village chief Han excitedly described to Xu Miao that for many years, Hanjia Village had not set off firecrackers on New Year's Eve.

This time, the whole village must hear what is happening.

In addition to firecrackers, Village Chief Han also led people to buy a lot of food, cloth, pork, chicken, as well as candy, melon seeds and other New Year's goods.

It is winter in northern Xinjiang now, and you can take these things home and freeze them for use during the Chinese New Year.

With these things, before the New Year, everyone no longer has to brave the snow and cold wind to rush to the state capital to buy New Year's goods.

Moreover, the price of New Year's goods at this time is much cheaper than before the New Year.

When Village Chief Han went out this time, he wanted to buy back all the New Year goods that could be purchased in Dingzhou City for Hanjia Village.

Village Chief Han finally said to Xu Miao with a smile on his face, "Ah Miao, it feels so good to spend money. I spent all the 1,000 taels of silver you gave me."

"Originally, there were still twenty taels of silver left, but when the drivers heard that we had to travel at night, they started clamoring for more money."

"I gave the last twenty taels of silver to the leading driver, and then I hurried back from the state capital."

"A Miao, do you still have any money in your pocket? You don't have any left, do you?"

Xu Miao was at a loss for words: "Don't worry, Uncle Han. I still have some money in my pocket for sowing in the spring."

"That money should be spent as it should be. It was originally intended to be used to buy New Year's goods for everyone."

Village Chief Han tells the story of an old farmer who comes to the city and refuses to return home until he has spent his last penny.