"One uncle, one 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?"

"Old man, this is just the New Year. I used to ask you to ask an aunt. I told Zhuzi that I will come to my house this year and you and an aunt will come together later."

Standing at the door, Qin Huairu's face turned round, and Yi Zhonghai stared at her and smiled.

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

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

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

...

Yangjiazhuang, brigade headquarters.

The pot was lit, and the firewood was clattering. Tables were pieced together, and long benches were on both sides of the table. The old man sat with his cigarette pips, watching the lively scene in front of him.

The young wives wearing big flowery jackets gathered together, saying that someone was about to have children at home; busy women were fiddling with the water in the pot, saying whether they should be out of the pot; the big men were talking, as if they were giving advice.

Yang Xiaotao mixed among a group of women, holding a spoon in his hands, constantly stirring the large intestine in the pan. He was good at this thing.

Ran Qiuye was with a group of young wives. These young wives who had just married into the village knew that Yangjiazhuang was living better than their village before they got married, but they didn't expect that during the New Year, they would kill pigs and such a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, which was simply the life of the landlords.

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

Papa

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

Yang Dazhuang's wife smelled the fragrance of the pot and couldn't help asking, and the women beside her also raised their ears.

"That's right, the food you cook is better than those of us who circulate the pot all day long. There must be some secret."

"How can I teach this? I've thought about it myself."

"Besides, many chefs are now men, which is not uncommon."

Yang Xiaotao was perfunctory and couldn't say it was given by the system. I guess after talking about the system, he didn't know what the system was.

Several women were disappointed, but they looked into the pot without blinking, remembering every step of Yang Xiaotao.

In the pot next to it, the pork as big as a finger is churning in the pot, the pork with water is also covered with cabbage leaves.

In the distance, the two pots were steaming, and the pork bones were thrown in and the soup was boiled.

The whole yard is filled with meaty fragrance.

Grandpa Yang and his friends gathered together. The wood Yang Xiaotao mentioned today was inspired by the bamboo. The waterway does not have to be fixed. It can be dismantled from anytime and anywhere with one bamboo. In this way, it seems that the bamboo is better.

Several people quickly reached an agreement and began to discuss where to get so much bamboo. After all, they have been reclaiming land these days, and there are not many bamboo forests in the village that are suitable for them.

Finally, Yang Dazhuang remembered Fatty Ding. This guy was the director of the Grain Institute. There was a broad way, so there must be a way.

I plan to ask this guy for help after the Chinese New Year.

“It’s out of the pot.”

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

"Next, stir-fry pig blood."

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

Wow

The pig's blood was put into the pot, and there was another fragrance.

"Next..."

......

Dang Dang Dang

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

Finally everyone sat back to their original place.

Men gather together, women sit at a table.

Elders are in front, younger ones are in the back.

Men drink wine, women drink tea.

If children don’t count, there are no loopholes.

The soup in the pot was still boiling, but it was not as good as the lively crowd.

Smelling the fragrance in the basin, the tempting pieces of meat under the light kept swallowing into their stomachs.

However, everyone still suppressed their psychological desires and looked at the front, where the person with the largest seniority in the village sat.

Grandpa Yang and his brother sat there. The table was filled with boiled pieces of meat, and the dishes were easy to chew. In addition, there were Erhe noodles and steamed buns, and of course a few salted duck eggs.

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

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

Grandpa Yang picked up the wine bowl, and the juniors below followed him, men held the wine bowl, and women held the cups with water inside.

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

No one had a big bowl of broth in his hand, with vegetables floating on it.

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

The tables around were filled with young and strong men, so they were naturally heroic when drinking.

It was after this sip that the wine in the bowl was endless.

There is no way, there are too many people, and after the separation, each person will only have two taels of wine.

Have to save some effort.

As the elders moved their chopsticks, everyone below let go and ate.

I can eat enough tonight during the Chinese New Year.

Ran Qiuye sat with several pregnant women in the village, and they had a common topic and talked about how to take care of children in the future and what to pay attention to.

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

These were all contributed by Ran Qiuye, which made the village unable to praise them.

On the other side, the women gathered together, ate and drank.

Some older people are clearly smiling, but they always feel that they are crying.

Tears of satisfaction.

......

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

Xu Damao took the chopsticks and picked a piece of pork and threw it into his mouth.

Today I returned to Siheyuan. When I saw that, I had no intention of celebrating the New Year in Siheyuan. I carried pork, bought wine with money, and walked all the way back to the village.

I walked all the way and got home until it was dark.

The soles of my feet are so tired that I feel pain.

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

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

"Do you can do this if you say you can do it?"

Xu's father raised his chopsticks and slapped the chopsticks. If it weren't for the only son, he would have swung his stick to beat him out in the future.

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

Xu's mother persuaded her, and looked at Xu Damao at the same time, "Damao, we can't do anything about this."

"There are people above this person who want to find a relationship, but the original Li Huaide has been transferred again. Who can we find?"

After hearing this, Xu Damao picked up the wine glass to drink.

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

When Xu Damao heard this, he drank another drink, "What do you think, just look for it."

"Anyway, we are young, so we are not afraid of not being able to find it."

Xu Damao didn't care. It would be better if he got a divorce. He used to go to the countryside to secretly find a widow. Now that he is single, he is discovered, which is a normal relationship and saves trouble.

But, going to the countryside is the key.

If time goes by, will those lonely little widows get involved with the new projectionist?

Wouldn't that be cuckolded again?
To be continued...