她手上的冻疮挨了一整年才长好。“疮好了就能干些力气活了吧。”正在院里洗衣服的她一边想着,一边抓起一小块皂角在衣服上搓了几下。凉糕和糯米藕晾在砧板上,用竹网罩着,等卯儿放学回来,把娘唤醒,就可以吃了。女人名叫阮秀,霜城东头顾家的媳妇。也不过是个二十五六岁的姑娘,模样讨喜人又机灵,可惜旧年腊月死了男人。阮秀独自照看五岁半的卯儿,还有失明的婆婆。好在平日里,霜城人对 The frostbite in her hand had been growing for a whole year. “The sore will be able to work harder.” She thought about it while she was doing laundry in the yard, grabbing a small piece of soap and making a few rubs on her clothes. The cool cake and glutinous rice cake were hung on the cutting board and covered with bamboo nets. When the children came back from school and awakened, they could eat it. The woman’s name is Daixiu, the wife of the city of Dongcheng Gujia. It was also a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like a man and a clever man. Unfortunately, the old man died in the twelfth lunar month. Yan Xiu alone cares for her five-and-a-half-year-old nephew and her blind mother-in-law. Fortunately, on weekdays, the people of Shuangcheng