Every time there is a market day, Wang Xiang will kill pigs to catch the market, and he is very punctual, and he gets up at three o'clock in the morning every day in winter.

Once Wang Xiang starts killing pigs, the tranquility of the countryside in the middle of the night will be broken.

The sound of a pig barking, a dog barking, and the king's loud roar could wake up the whole village.

The roosters in the village tend to be half a beat slower, and they don't start to crow until the king stops crowing.

Liu Zhigao once joked with Wang Xiang: It doesn't matter whether Dongwan Village raises roosters or not, the work of roosters crowing is done by Brother Xiang in advance!

Wang Xiang is not a good person, and replied: It's okay not to raise roosters, I will be responsible for the crowing in the future, and you are responsible for letting the hens in the village lay eggs, and they can hatch chicks!

The sixteenth day of the lunar month.

When the king next door started to kill the pig at three o'clock, Cui Hong also "smelled the pig and danced", and she was excited.

She left the dough yeast last night, and when she got up, she kneaded the dough with the dough, chopped the meat stuffing and steamed the buns, and steamed them in a large pot, and stewed pork knuckles in the small pot on one side.

In these four dilapidated farmhouses, the smell wafted out of the windows in bursts of steam, attracting countless greedy dogs in the village, barking in front of the door.

Zhenhua was woken up, got up in his clothes, opened the door and asked, "Mom, why did you get up so early?"

Cui Hong pointed to the steaming cauldron: "I'm steaming buns, it's almost ready!"

"Why did you think of steamed buns?" Zhenhua still didn't react.

"I went to the town to see Kexiang, can I still be empty-handed?" Cuihong was very proud, and said: "She is very busy making clothes, and she may not have time to cook breakfast every day, I just brought her something to eat, which is also my wife's mother's heart!"

Zhenhua smiled: "So soon, you have been upgraded to become a wife?"

Cui Hong pointed at her son and scolded with a smile: "If you little bastard are more positive, I will be upgraded to a grandmother next year!"

Zhenhua shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Mom thinks so well, a few meat buns can be upgraded to be a grandmother, have people agreed?"

"I'm afraid that it's a meat bun and a dog, and there will be no return!" Zhao Chenghai suddenly walked out of the west bedroom and said coldly.

Cui Hong was furious, opened the cauldron, and regardless of the hot hands, grabbed a half-cooked meat bun from it and smashed it at her husband: "Hit you old dog first, how do you talk!?"

Zhao Chenghai was very nervous when he saw the meat buns flying, and between the lightning and thunder, he actually had a quick wit, took a step back very neatly, pulled up the placket of his clothes, pocketed it forward, and caught the meat buns steadily!

Zhenhua was dumbfounded, his mother is a master of shooting, and his father is even more heroic!

"Hehe, I'll try it first. Zhao Chenghai smiled, picked up the meat bun and took a bite, the corners of his mouth trembled when he was burned, but he was reluctant to spit it out, and shouted indistinctly: "Oops...... It's so hot, it's hot!"

Cui Hong couldn't help but smile: "It's really said by your old dog, there is no return!"

Zhenhua also shook his head and smiled, and went to wash.

The sky was dark, and Cui Hong packed up her rope and urged Zhenhua to leave with her.

Zhenhua was also not disobedient to his mother, so he had to lift the bamboo basket and go out with his mother.

"I won't go, you two go!" Zhao Chenghai was heartbroken by the interest of the 1,000 yuan usury, and he was not satisfied with the little tailor, so he was not happy, and he originally planned to rush to the market, but he temporarily changed his mind.

"It's just right not to go, it's not uncommon for you to go!"

Cui Hong also carried a bamboo basket and rushed to the market with her son.

In the two bamboo baskets, each has a large enamel tea jar, one holds meat buns, and the other puts elbow soup, all of which are tightly covered with old cotton jackets.

Cui Hong was dressed up very festively, took out the new clothes that she was willing to wear during the New Year, and wore the scarf that Zhang Kexiang sent yesterday, beaming with joy.

"Zhenhua go quickly, or when you get to the town, the buns and broth will be cold!" Along the way, Cui Hong kept urging.

"Don't worry, people haven't gotten up yet. Zhenhua looked at the bamboo basket in his hand and felt particularly embarrassed.

In the morning fog, there were shadows in front of me, and I saw Wang Xiang pulling a cart of pork to the market.

Xiuzhen was on the side of the cart, bending over and pouting her ass to push the cart, swishing.

Hearing the sound of talking behind him, Wang Xiang turned around and shouted: "Zhenhua, hurry up, pull the car for me!"

"Uncle Xiang is here!" Zhenhua quickened his pace and walked over, hung the bamboo basket on the handlebar, put the back rope on his shoulder, and pulled the car for Wang Xiang.

People also killed their own New Year's pigs last night, and they met on the road today, and Zhenhua couldn't refuse, so he had to work hard and be a coachman for Wang Xiang.

It's just that poor Zhenhua is wearing a brand-new suit, and he made a pig-killing coat today.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong, you two mothers, why did you rush to the market so early?" Wang Xiang took off the fur hat on his head and wiped his sweat.

"I'm going to check on Kexiang in town and bring her some breakfast by the way, so hurry up. Cui Hong said with a smile.

"Oh...... No wonder you are dressed like an eighteen-year-old girl, it turns out that you are going to see your daughter-in-law. Wang Xiang nodded.

Xiuzhen also looked Cui Hong up and down, and said with a smile: "When did you buy this scarf? ”

Cui Hong was even happier, and raised her head and said loudly: "It was given to me by Kexiang last night, and there is a pound of pure wool wool, as well as balsam, as well as a lot of sleeves and two aprons, which Kexiang put together with rags......"

The big gift sent by the prospective daughter-in-law, Cui Hong must say it, so that the people in the village can envy and envy it.

Her mind at the moment is the same as Zhao Chenghai shouting about her son's three games of chess everywhere, and she can't wait to use the loudspeaker in the village to publicize it.

Xiuzhen was really a little envious, and said, "Sister-in-law, you will be an old woman in the future, and you will be happy." The daughter-in-law is a tailor, and you don't have to do the sewing and mending at home. ”

Cui Hong became modest again, shook her head and smiled: "I haven't skimmed the eight characters yet, and I don't know if people are willing to marry into our poor family." ”

Zhenhua couldn't answer, and he didn't bother to explain, just pulled the car with his head bored.

Wang Xiang looked at Zhenhua and said, "Zhenhua, ask the little tailor to use rags and make a few pairs of sleeves for your aunt, killing pigs in winter, and I really can't do without this." ”

"Uncle, how can people have so many rags?" Zhenhua smiled bitterly, thinking to himself, you really can take a ride!

"The tailor doesn't steal cloth, a pair of pants for three days, and the carpenter doesn't steal nails, and the grain doesn't grow!" Wang Xiang smiled and said, "When she makes clothes for others, she can just buckle a little fabric!"

Cui Hong hurriedly took over: "Uncle He, don't say that, Ke Xiang is not that kind of person." It's like if you sell pork, you can just deduct other people's scales?"

Wang Xiang laughed: "Before I passed the door, my sister-in-law protected it, okay, I won't talk about it in the future!"

The four of them talked and walked five miles of dirt roads to the town.

"Zhenhua, you've worked hard to pull the car. Wang Xiang took the cart and went to the market with Xiuzhen.

Zhenhua stood in front of the tailor shop, straightened his suit, and found that his shirt was already sweaty.

"It's not easy for your uncle and his wife to earn two dollars, all year round, the chickens don't bark and the dogs don't bite and get up to kill the pigs, and they have to pull the pork to the town...... If you suffer hardship, you will become a master. Cui Hong looked at the distant backs of Wang Xiang and his wife and said.

"It's not easy. Zhenhua nodded.

At this time, it was just dawn, and the tailor shop had not yet opened.

Zhenhua breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to knock on the door.

Cui Hong hurriedly stopped her son: "Don't knock on the door, let Kexiang sleep a little longer, she must be busy making clothes at the end of the year, she must be working hard." ”

"Don't knock on the door, are we standing here as door gods?" Zhenhua glanced at his mother and raised his hand to knock on the door.