On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, Zhao Xiaodong moved over early, ready to celebrate the New Year with Song Yiran. She not only brought her own luggage, bedding, basins, towels and other daily necessities, but also brought rations, and brought the few pieces of meat and white flour at home! She even brought a jar of small pickles! After tossing two or three times, she finally got all the things she wanted to take.

"Auntie, what are you doing here!" Song Yiran looked at the things in the house with a smile and a smile, "Are you celebrating the New Year, or are you running away?"

Zhao Xiaodong brought more things than her original belongings.

"Bah, New Year's Day, don't say these unpleasant words!" Zhao Xiaodong said seriously: "You hurry up and give it to me." ”

Although it is now advocated to break the fourth uncle, but thousands of years of cultural accumulation, folk customs have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, people in the New Year, hope that everything will go well, everything is developing in a good way, so the family is absolutely forbidden to say unlucky words.

"Phew, bah, bah. Song Yiran followed Zhao Xiaodong's example, snorted twice, and added, "Tong Yan Wuji, okay?"

"Alright, help me put these things together. ”

Although the space in the house is not large, there is basically no furniture in the house, and it seems empty. The cover is directly placed on the kang, and the rice noodles brought are hung on the beams of the outhouse, and they are basically alive.

This year's weather is very cold, and the snow falls frequently, which is very inconvenient to travel. After the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, basically no one went to the town.

Zhao Xiaodong added firewood to the stove and asked Song Yiran: "Can you catch the thief who stole things?

"The thief doesn't smell it, can he come?" Song Yiran put the sweet potato into the stove, "After this year, they will come uninvited!"

"They?" Zhao Xiaodong expressed surprise: "Two people? or three people?"

Song Yiran stretched out two fingers and shook them, "Two little thieves, if I guess correctly, it should be those two bastard children of the Zhao family." ”

"Wang Lianhua's son?"

"Hmm!"

Zhao Xiaodong asked in surprise, "How do you know it's them?"

"I'm just skeptical. Song Yiran said: "Dig a pit first, and the little thief will naturally jump into it, and then you will naturally know who the thief is." ”

"Mysterious!" Zhao Xiaodong wiped his hands, "Okay, it's nothing anyway, I'm knitting a sweater, and I'm missing a sleeve." ”

Song Yiran turned over the sweet potatoes in his stomach with a firewood stick, and went to fish for two salted cucumbers, washed them, cut them, and mixed some chili peppers to eat.

Song Yiran ate half a rabbit last night, and half of it didn't move, she cut two potatoes, prepared some green onions, and stewed the potatoes and rabbit meat with some mushrooms.

The oil is not less, the ingredients are not less, the rabbit meat and potatoes are stewed together, and the taste is so good that the mouth is dripping.

Zhao Xiaodong had just knitted dozens of stitches, Song Yiran finished the meal, and the two of them put it on the table to eat, and the atmosphere was very good.

"Oh, borrow your light this year, and I will have a good year with you!" Zhao Xiaodong sighed sincerely: "It would be nice if I lived like this every day in the future." ”

Is there a day when there is meat in Dunton?

"Yes!" Song Yiran rarely spoiled once, "In the next thirty years, I will eat meat every day, and when you vomit, you will want to eat wild vegetable dipping sauce." When I have eaten enough rice and white noodles, I want to eat stick noodles and wowotou!"

Zhao Xiaodong chuckled, "What about dreaming? ”

Song Yiran said very seriously: "Really, I'm not joking, I'm serious!"

Zhao Xiaodong obviously still didn't believe it, and perfunctory her, "Okay, then I'll live well, live to be seventy or eighty, and take a good look at the kind of days you said." ”

Ay~

Song Yiran quietly sighed in his heart, this is the generation gap!

"Eat it, it'll be cold for a while!" Zhao Xiaodong put the picked sweet potato into Song Yiran's bowl.

"Auntie, haven't you thought about how you should live in the future?"

Zhao Xiaodong took a sip of the soup, looked up and asked her, "What should I do!" I don't know if she didn't understand, or if she didn't want to discuss this topic with Song Yiran at all.

"I think you should find a companion!" Song Yiran sandwiched a piece of rabbit meat for her and carefully looked at Zhao Xiaodong's expression.

Zhao Xiaodong looked indifferent, not depressed, uncomfortable with those emotions, and said very easily, "What are you looking for, how old am I! Since she found out that Song Yiran has the characteristics of having a right idea and a strong temperament, she has treated her as an adult, and she has not deliberately avoided her in some things.

"What will you do when you get old in the future?" Song Yiran has a sentence that has not been spoken, she does not belong to Daqingshan, she will return to Haishi sooner or later!

"It's a big deal, it's like an old horse's head!" Zhao Xiaodong's eyes flashed with a look of disappointment, "Actually, I should be content, you see the house I live in, it is also one of the best in the village, I am better than the old horse's head!"

She is still waiting for Tian Changdian!

"Okay, don't talk about it!" Zhao Xiaodong returned to his previous cool appearance, "Eat quickly!"

Song Yiran understands the truth of accepting when he sees a good thing, "Let's eat! I'm hungry." ”

The two of them never discussed the topic again, and had a quiet breakfast.

After breakfast, Zhao Xiaodong continued to knit sweaters, while Song Yiran cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and was also responsible for adding firewood to the stove.

The weather is cold, so be sure to have enough firewood. There is nothing else on the Daqing Mountain, but there are many trees, and every household burns pine branches.

"Auntie, what did you cook yesterday on the thirtieth day?"

Zhao Xiaodong had already planned, "Isn't it possible to cook four dishes, there are only two of us, and we can't eat if we cook too much." ”

"Okay!" Song Yiran began to order without backbone, "I want to eat braised pork and croquettes!"

It's all meat-intensive and oil-intensive dishes!

Unexpectedly, this time Zhao Xiaodong did not object, but agreed, "Okay! Fried radish balls, usually reluctant to waste oil, this time let you taste my craftsmanship." ”

"Two more stir-fried greens?"

"What nonsense? In addition to radish, cabbage, and potatoes, where do you get the green vegetables! Scrambled eggs, stew a little chicken when you're done, and put some mushrooms!" Zhao Xiaodong said: "The pheasant has already been cleaned up, just waiting for the New Year!"

"I listen to my aunt. Song Yiran asked her with a blank look: "What kind of filling are the dumplings?"

"On the 30th night, I wrapped cabbage and pork filling, and on the first day of the New Year, I ate sauerkraut oil residue filling. Zhao Xiaodong looked satisfied, "Let's have a good year!"

Song Yiran blinked, blinked her eyes, but she really wanted to eat dumplings filled with leeks and three fresh!