"Uncle, aunt!"

Qin Huairu's voice came from the door, and Yi Zhonghai, who had returned to normal, quickly opened the door.

"Huairu, what's the matter?"

"Master, this is just the Chinese New Year. I always troubled you to talk to my aunt before. I told Zhu Zhu that I would go to my house this year. You and my aunt will come over later."

Standing at the door, Qin Huairu's smiling face became rounded, and Yi Zhonghai also smiled as he stared at her.

"Okay, we'll be there in a moment."

"Okay, I'll go back and make dumplings."

After Qin Huairu left, Yi Zhonghai looked at Shazhu's house again and smiled.

…

Yangjiazhuang, brigade headquarters.

Pots were lit, firewood crackled, tables were put together, and long benches were placed on both sides of the tables. The old man sat with a pipe in his hand, watching the lively scene in front of him.

Little wives wearing big flowered coats gathered together, talking about who was about to have a child at home; busy women were fiddling with the water in the pot, talking about whether it was time to take it out of the pot; old men chatting about everything.

It's like pointing the country.

Yang Xiaotao was among a group of women, holding a spoon in his hand and constantly stirring the intestines in the pot. He was good at this.

Ran Qiuye was with a group of young wives. These young wives who had just married into the village knew that life in Yangjiazhuang was better than that in their village before they got married. However, they did not expect that they would kill pigs during the New Year and have such a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.

, it is simply the life of a landlord.

Like Ran Qiuye, they are all looking forward to a better life.

bang bang

The running children took bamboo sticks and kept throwing them into the bonfire outside, and then heard the sound of burning. "Xiao Tao, where did you learn this skill?"

Yang Dazhuang's wife smelled the aroma in the pot and couldn't help but ask. Several women on the side also pricked up their ears.

"That's right, the food you cook is more delicious than those of us who spend all day around the pot. There must be some secret."

"There is no teaching on this. I just figured it out myself."

"Besides, it's not surprising that many of today's great chefs are men."

Yang Xiaotao said perfunctorily, he couldn't say it was given by the system. He probably said the system, but they didn't know what the system was.

Several women were disappointed, but they looked at the pot without blinking, remembering Yang Xiaotao's every step.

In the pot next to it, pieces of pork the size of your fingertips are tumbling in the pot. There are clear pork, and there are pieces of cabbage leaves in it.

In the distance, two pots were filled with steam, and pig bones were thrown in to make soup.

The whole yard is filled with the smell of meat.

Mr. Yang and others got together. The wood and bamboo mentioned by Yang Xiaotao inspired them. The waterway does not have to be fixed. It can be dismantled anytime and anywhere with bamboo sections. From this point of view, it looks like bamboo.

It's better.

The few people quickly reached an agreement, and then began to discuss where to get so much bamboo. After all, land is being reclaimed these days, and the bamboo forest in the village alone was not suitable for much.

Finally, Yang Dazhuang thought of Fatty Ding. This guy was the director of the Grain Institute. He had a wide road, so he must have a way.

I mentally planned to ask this guy for help after the New Year.

"It's out of the pot."

Yang Xiaotao put the large intestine into a large basin with a spoon, and someone immediately took the basin away.

"Next, stir-fried pig blood."

Soon, pieces of dark red pig blood were brought over, and the pan was brushed with oil.

Wow

When the pig blood is put into the pot, there is another burst of aroma.

"Next..."

...

Dang Dang Dang

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Xiaotao and Yang Dazhuang rang the bell together. As the bell rang at twelve o'clock, time entered the new year.

Finally everyone sat back down.

The men gather together and the women sit at the same table.

The elders are in the front, and the younger ones are in the back.

Men drink wine and women drink tea.

Children are not counted, so take advantage of any loopholes.

The soup in the pot was still boiling, but it was no match for the lively crowd.

Smelling the aroma in the basin and the tempting pieces of meat under the light, I couldn't help but swallow saliva in my stomach.

However, everyone still suppressed their psychological desires and looked to the front, where the oldest person in the village sat.

Mr. Yang and his brother were sitting there. On the table were boiled pieces of meat and several dishes that were easy to chew. In addition, there were Erhe noodle steamed buns and of course some salty ones.

duck eggs.

In front of each of them was a black bowl filled with white wine.

"Come, let's celebrate the New Year together."

Mr. Yang picked up the wine bowl, and the juniors below him also stood up. The men held the wine bowls, and the women held cups with water in them.

Yang Xiaotao and Yang Dazhuang were together. There was no meat on the table, just a bowl of bones, then Erhe noodles, steamed buns, and stick pancakes.

No one was holding a large bowl of broth with green vegetables floating on it.

At this time, it is a competition for teeth. Whoever has good teeth will chew bones and eat meat, and whoever has bad teeth will drink soup.

The tables around are all young and strong men, and they naturally behave boldly when drinking.

After taking this sip, there was no shortage of wine in the bowl.

There is no way, there are too many people, and after dividing it up, each person only has two taels of wine.

You have to be more economical.

As the elders moved their chopsticks, everyone below started eating.

It’s Chinese New Year tonight, so I can eat enough.

Ran Qiuye sat with several pregnant women in the village, and they all had a common topic, discussing how to raise children in the future and what to pay attention to.

The food on their table was very exquisite, including not only Yang Xiaotao's pork belly and pork intestines, but also specially prepared salted duck eggs and apples.

These were all contributed by Ran Qiuye, and the whole village couldn't stop praising them.

On the other side, women also gathered together, eating and drinking.

Some elderly people are obviously smiling, but they always feel like they are crying.

Tears of satisfaction.

...

"Dad, this must be done as soon as possible."

Xu Damao picked up a piece of pork with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth.

I returned to the Siheyuan today. Seeing the situation, I had no intention of celebrating the New Year in the Siheyuan, so I took the pork and money to buy wine and walked all the way back to the village.

After walking all the way, we didn't get home until dark.

The soles of my tired feet ached.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this time, Xu Damao missed his old bicycle very much.

If you were a projectionist, you would naturally have a bicycle.

"Let's do it, do you think this can be done?"

Xu's father raised his hand and clapped his chopsticks. If he hadn't just had a son who was looking forward to providing for his old age in the future, he would have picked up a stick and hit him out.

"Old man, it's the Chinese New Year."

Xu's mother persuaded her and looked at Xu Damao, "Da Mao, there's nothing we can do about this."

"There is someone above this person who is looking for connections. Then the original Li Huaide has been transferred away. Who can we look for?"

After hearing this, Xu Damao picked up his wine glass and drank.

"Da Mao, what do you think about your wife?"

When Xu Damao heard this, he drank another drink and said, "What do you think of it? Let's find it."

"Anyway, we are young, so we are not afraid of not being able to find him."
To be continued...