It is indeed not easy for Zhang Xingxing to make money, and he is still selling tea eggs on snowy days, which has become a typical example of roadside passers-by educating children.

"Look at him, this is not good at studying, and he can only sell tea and eggs on the side of the road when he comes out in the future, you see that he is so blue and purple from the cold. ”

Zhang happily looked at the young woman with a look of resentment.

"Hey, why do I sell tea and eggs, I don't have to go to school, and I didn't graduate from elementary school, I also went to commune junior high school for a year. ”

After selling today's tea eggs, Zhang happily returned to the small courtyard.

When Xiao Nizi came, she was already baking charcoal fire in the house, and Zhang Xingxing gave her the key to her small courtyard.

"Brother Xingxing, you see that you are frozen, come and bake the fire. ”

Zhao Gaohong dragged Zhang Xingxing's hand to roast the fire, warming not only his hands, but also his heart.

It's been back for almost half a year.

Closer and closer to the New Year, the Chinese New Year's Eve, this land of Shenzhou, the whole country celebrates, looking forward to the day, children can eat delicious, parents are also rare to be generous, chicken, duck and fish, no matter how poor the family is, usually save money, but that day the money saved by saving food and thrift can be enough for the family to have a good meal.

There are a lot of delicious foods on this day, and the children are most looking forward to the arrival of the New Year. Whether it is a poor or wealthy family, the rich usually have good food, but they will get new toys and red envelopes during the Chinese New Year.

This Chinese New Year, Zhang was happy to be able to buy all the things he wanted to buy for his family, and he was going to go back to talk to his father about building a house at home, and after about half a year of rebirth, he accidentally earned a huge sum of 2,000 yuan, and at this time he could build many spacious large tiled houses for thousands of yuan in the countryside, and the family would live in a spacious house at that time.

He rejoiced in his heart.

The winter vacation is coming, and Zhao Gaohong has already gone back to his father in the county seat.

Zhang Xingxing insisted on selling tea eggs again and returned to the village on the twenty-second day of the lunar month.

The brothers and sisters were very happy to receive the New Year's gifts, and they knew where they had any New Year's gifts in previous years.

It's a joy to have meat to eat.

"Brother, you are so good, I love you Brother. ”

Listening to his sister's love, it's better, those younger brothers' love, why does Zhang Xingxing feel disgusting.

"You've all taught me how to be poor!"

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It's going to be the New Year, and Zhangjiahe Village is also lively.

The village party secretary, the village chief, and the captain discussed killing the fattest pig in the team, and each family shared two or three catties of pork for a fat year.

The villagers celebrated.

Killing pigs is a festive day.

The day of killing the New Year's treasure pig was set, and the whole village came, looking at the big people in the village, some holding pig killing knives, some holding skin scrapers, and some holding firewood to boil a big pot of boiling water......

The pigs have been tied up by the villagers.

Zhang Xingxing also came to see the "vast" pig killing ceremony in Zhangjiahe Village, which will not be seen in the next few years, in the nineties and zero years, in fact, it can still be seen, some people raise big fat pigs or kill them during the New Year, but in later generations, no one in the village raises pigs anymore, or rarely raises pigs, that is, there are one or two families of old people who raise pigs, and they are reluctant to kill, but sell for money, and the people in the village can no longer see the rural pig New Year's treasure.

In addition to Nian Bao, there are also rice sugar, bean rake, and tofu...... There are a lot of preparations for the Chinese New Year...... All these things that will only be available in the New Year in later generations, but they can be easily eaten in later generations, and when the living conditions are good, they usually eat the same as the New Year, so that many people later said that the New Year has long since lost the taste of the New Year when they were children.

The so-called New Year's flavor is the liveliness of participating in these processes, and these lively processes in later generations are gone, so the New Year's flavor is not as good as when he was a child, Zhang Xingxing thought to himself.

Now the village is full of people, this is also the flavor of the year, unlike the later generations are not cats playing mobile phones in the house, or playing cards, playing games, watching TV, it is so cold outside, who goes out, now it is different, no matter how cold he is, he has to go out, it is lively outside.

The village party secretary came with a sharp knife, and the Year of the Pig began to struggle, it didn't want to be a New Year's treasure, so let me go back to the pigsty.

The big fat pig pressed by seven or eight strong men in the village still jumped up.

Struggled off the rope and ran all over the field.

The onlookers in Zhangjiahe Village, old and young, burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, the big fat pig is too fat, so many people can't hold it. ”

"Pigs run, catch pigs, catch pigs. ”

The little ones shouted.

"Little cubs, you can't call them pigs, you have to call them Nian Bao Nian Bao, and you have to say auspicious words. The old man of the village said.

The pig was caught again and pressed to the ground.

Tied up again, stretched a flat pole over, and the strong laborers of the village shouted the trumpet to carry the pig to the pig killing bench again.

Ropes are used for morning glory, and stools are used for killing pigs.

This pig-killing stool is the kind of bench that two people usually sit on.

The pig is on the last shelf, hey, the pig's blood can't be wasted at all, and many people love to eat the pig's blood.

The sound of killing pigs sounded.

"Hurry up, get the big aluminum basin ready for blood. ”

The pig is killed.

The village party secretary said in a loud voice: "Every family comes and one person queues up to receive pork." ”

"What are you squeezing, such a big fat pig, every household has it, all of them line up for me, and receive pork while registering, all listen to me!"

With the passage of time, Zhang's happy things have become much lighter, and every household in Zhangjiahe Village has paid attention to the New Year.

The commune and the brigade were also busy with their own family's New Year affairs, and no one looked for Zhang Xingxing and asked him if he was selling tea eggs outside...... Whether there is speculation or not, now everyone's enthusiasm is not on those, but what struggle is not as important as the New Year in their own family, at this time there is something to do in the commune, and there is no help to shout, everyone is busy with the New Year.

If you want to ask those old gentlemen to write couplets, you want to buy firecrackers for your grandson.

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Zhang Xingxing earned more than 2,000 yuan, but he was going to take out 1,000 yuan to build a house for his father.

When this thousand yuan was placed in front of Zhang Yingui, Zhang Yingui was directly dumbfounded, this year, how could he have seen such a huge amount of money, how could he have so much money, son, you are speculating outside, or are you really selling tea and eggs, it was rumored that you were reselling the products in the factory, how can you sell the things of your wood factory for money, you quickly return the money to your original factory!"

"Dad, I really sell tea and eggs, my son swears, I haven't resold the wood products in the factory once, it's all framed by others, your son is either his own things, or ten yuan fell on the ground, and your son won't pick it up." ”

Zhang Yingui doesn't say anything else, in this regard, he believes in his son's character, and the children of the Zhang family dare to try it with others, and they can't kill him.

"But happy, how can you make so much money selling tea eggs, son, the more you earn, the more panicked your father is, our family can't build a house for the time being, wait until next year, you know that you make money, not to mention the neighbor's eyes, it's too eye-catching." ”

This is poor and uncomfortable, and this rich Dad Zhang is also afraid, this old man!