Breakfast was made in a small earth stove. This small earth stove had a chimney less than fifty centimeters, connecting the earthen kang in Jiang Chuan's room.

It is called a soil stove, but it is actually a small stove built with clay similar to a coal stove. It is almost unnecessary to use it in normal times. In winter, Jiang Chuan will burn the kang, otherwise even if the little guy has strong firepower, it would be enough to sleep in a cold bed at night in the cold winter.

She once heard her parents talk about things when they were young. When they first got married, there was only one air conditioner in the building, which was still in the living room and nothing in the bedroom. It was very cold in winter nights, so the couple had to fill a hot water bag and sleep with them.

It was a good idea at first, but until Lu's mother got pregnant with her, Lu's father felt sorry for his wife, so he went out to buy seven or eight hot water bags, came back to fill it with hot water, and put it next to Lu's mother. He usually gets up twice in winter nights, and then pours it again at three or four in the morning. It made her very funny.

Since it's cold, just sleep in the living room, and the air conditioner is on all day.

But even if the family conditions are good, some places should still save money, such as electricity bills.

However, in the winter after she was born, all radiators were replaced in the imperial capital.

Jiang Chuan was lying in the quilt, and not long after, he noticed that the quilt was warming up little by little again. The beautiful little guy didn't want it. Soon he closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

"Are you lazy again?" Jiang Yan didn't see her younger brother at the dinner table and asked with a smile.

"Anyway, there is nothing he has to do today. Just sleep. Will the elder sister go to deliver New Year's goods to Grandma Zhou and the teacher later?" It was cooked at noon. The lunch at noon was the most sumptuous meal in all the commune families in the year. Anyone who raises chickens at home must kill a chicken at noon today. Naturally, the hen is reluctant to bear it, and the rooster is killed.

In Hexi Commune, the family usually raises at least one rooster. This rooster is not fattened and slaughtered, but breeding chickens.

The chickens in their house are hatched by their old hens, sometimes four or five, and sometimes seven or eight.

"Okay, you're busy at home now, I'll help you when I come back." Jiang Yan nodded.

After breakfast, the two sisters came to the kitchen, and Jiang Yan handed the prepared bamboo basket to the elder sister first, "It's a piece of fat meat, a box of big white rabbit milk candy, and a box of crispy pastry. I also put six crispy fruits and half a chicken. Can it be given to Grandma Zhou?"

"Those are all done, everything is solid, so I'll go first."

"Okay, sister, slow down on the road." Jiang Yu took a hat and handed it to her. It was still snowing outside.

The snow at their doorstep had been cleaned by Jiang Yan in the morning, and the snow on the road was also stepped on by early people.

Jiang Yan walked along the muddy village road, heading towards the northwest of the commune, one step deep and one step shallow.

On the way, villagers who were cleaning up the snow at the door saw Jiang Yan and greeted her enthusiastically, knowing that she was going to give Grandma Zhou a New Year gift today, and knowing that the old widow saved Jiang Chuan by the river last summer.

Looking at the heavy bamboo basket, I guess there were a lot of things in it, but I just didn't know what it was.

Some people who were not frightened would ask, and Jiang Yan only said that it was something very ordinary, and no one would come forward to look at it.

Grandma Zhou lives in the northwest corner of the village, which is closer to the edge of the commune. The houses are relatively sparse, but there are also twenty or thirty families.

When I arrived at the door, I saw a little old lady in the courtyard hunched over, slowly shoveling the snow in the courtyard.

"Grandma Zhou!" She entered the door and put the basket aside, "I'll help you."

Seeing this, the old lady knew that the little girl was here to give New Year gifts, and a slightly stiff smile appeared on her face.

"Dani is here, don't help me. The old woman is not that useless. You can sit on the stool." The old man put down the shovel in his hand and took Jiang Yan's hand to walk into the house. Jiang Yan picked up the bamboo basket at his feet and followed the old man into the house.

When people get older, they usually have a smell, called the smell of old age, but Grandma Zhou’s house is clean and she can’t smell the smell of old age that young people cannot accept.

Although the house looks dilapidated, it can at least protect you from the wind and rain, and the kitchen stove is filled with firewood, making the room warm.

There is an old short wooden table next to the earthen kang. Usually, the old man sits here for dinner and does some sewing work here.

"Grandma Zhou, I have brought you a few New Year's goods!" She took out the things she brought one by one, and Grandma Zhou showed a look of surprise when she saw them.

Not to mention the beautiful iron box, even fat meat and half a chicken, it is not something that no one can eat during the Chinese New Year.

"This is milk candy. You can hold one when you are idle, and the milk tastes great." He stuffed the exquisite iron box into the old man's hand and saw her pushing it back, Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Please accept it. This is not what we bought. It was brought by my grandfather's comrade-in-arms' grandson when he came to visit. There are still some at home."

"The meat and pastry are the same. You have bad teeth. Pastry can be soaked in hot water, which is much better than corn pastry."

Jiang Yan said it to the old man, but Grandma Zhou did not refuse until the end, and her eyes became warm.

Last year, she was just a small task. At that time, Jiang Han and his wife had already given her a lot of things. Last year, the Jiang Han and his wife were gone. The three of them stayed at home and did not go out. This year, they came to deliver things, and she felt sorry for her.

But as a person who is about to fall into the soil, he also understands that if he doesn't accept it, the child will definitely feel uncomfortable.

She didn't even politely push Jiang Yan, the child.

Grandma Zhou lost her husband when she was young, and later lost her son. Now she only has one daughter left, but there is no such thing as there.

By age, if the daughter was still alive, her grandson would have to be twenty years old now.

At this age, Grandma Zhou has not thought about her daughter who married from the south for a long time. It’s good to be alone.

After chatting with the old man here for a while, Jiang Yan left with an empty basket. After returning, she had to send New Year gifts to the hut and help her sister cook. She was very busy that morning.

Grandma Zhou stood at the door and watched Jiang Yan leave. After a long time, she returned to the house and put the things the child brought with her, with her back thin and lonely.

There are more gifts from the hut, after all, there are five elderly people, and it is not enough to share if there are too few.

The five elderly people remembered the delicious food they gave from time to time. They were not capable of giving back to each other now. They didn’t remember it and had no other way to give back to each other.

Before leaving, Jiang Yan told them not to cook at noon and would be delivered to them at that time.

What can the elderly say besides, of course they are waiting happily.

They wanted to cook their own food, but compared with the cooking skills of Jiang Yu, the food that a few people worked together was not much better than pig food.

During the Chinese New Year, they also want to have a refreshing meal.

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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the new year of all the little fairies is still beautiful.
Chapter completed!