After dealing with a bunch of miscellaneous things, the Chinese New Year's Eve followed, which is the real New Year's Eve.

But in this small village in Nancheng, the liveliness is still slightly inferior to the killing of New Year pigs, what New Year pigs do not need to work in the field, and there are still people working in the Chinese New Year's Eve, which is a good proof.

Secondly, the dishes on the table of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner are not as rich as the pig rice, there are not so many guests at home, and there is a custom that you can't stay home on Chinese New Year's Eve.

In the kitchen, the old man was still nervously preparing the family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, missing Wan Rong's figure, since the quarrel on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Wan Rong has not spoken to anyone in the family, including Xiao Mu.

"Xiao Mu, why don't you go back and find your uncle?"

As a mother, no matter how wrong her son is, no matter what, he will miss it, and of course the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner must also be reunited as a family.

But there is a huge village, more than 50 households, was there a mobile phone at that time, how can Xiao Mu find it, besides, Wanrong may not be in the village, maybe he went to the next village?

"If I don't go, how can I find it!"

The old man said in a slightly angry tone: "You kid, we are so disobedient!"

This was heard by Zhang Laohan, who was plucking chicken feathers at the door, so he said: "Don't look for it, such a big village, you can't find it, if you want to come back, he will naturally come back, if you don't come back, forget it, it's okay." ”

The old man didn't continue to talk about Xiao Mu, otherwise it would be ironclad to be scolded.

Xiao Mu ran to Zhang Laohan and squatted down, "Come to grandpa, I'll help you pull it out." ”

In the hot water, there was a big rooster that was at least 3 years old, with a blood-red coat and a visual length of 5 centimeters on its hind feet.

With the evaporation of water vapor, the smell of chicken came to his nose, and he reached out to pluck the chicken feathers, but he didn't think that the water temperature was too high, so hot that Xiao Mu immediately stopped coming back.

"Oh, it's hot!" he shook his hand.

Zhang Laohan laughed: "You kid, you won't be leisurely." ”

When Zhang Laohan's poultry died in large numbers due to illness, Xiao Mu didn't pluck chicken feathers and duck feathers, which was already easy for him.

After a few strokes, it was plucked clean, revealing black chicken skin.

Staring at the blood-red and black feathers on the ground, he said, "Grandpa, this feather is so beautiful, can you collect it or make something out of it?" ”

Zhang Laohan thought for a while: "Well, but it's okay, some people in the city make it into a feather duster to sell, it's not cheap, but I haven't mastered this skill yet, so it's not possible for now." ”

"Hey"

Xiao Mu sighed, feeling a little pity.

"Xiao Mu, come and help grandma, I can't lift it alone. ”

Xiao Mu flushed the chicken feathers on his hand and ran to the kitchen.

"What's the matter, what are you going to do?"

There were two pots of grain soaked in water, one for glutinous rice and one for chestnut grain.

"Come, help Grandma carry her outside. ”

Xiao Mu didn't know what it was going to be used for, because the glutinous rice was also cooked, so why did you want glutinous rice?

"Grandma, why are you soaking glutinous rice?"

The old man glanced at Xiao Mu, "Xiao Mu, you haven't eaten tangyuan, I want to get you something to eat this year, but we don't have so much glutinous rice in our house, so we can only mix glutinous rice and chestnut grain ginseng." ”

Xiao Mu stroked his palms and laughed: "Hahaha, so that's the case, it's so good to me." ”

The old man asked Xiao Mu to take a dustpan and a bucket, put the dustpan on the mouth of the bucket, and took out the glutinous rice and put it on the dustpan to drain the water.

The glutinous rice fished out is white and flawless, exuding a faint fragrance, but the chestnut valley has no fragrance.

After it was completely fished out, the old man lifted the glutinous rice to the roof of the kitchen and let its water evaporate completely.

"Xiao Mu, come here, come over and help grandpa. ”

Zhang Laohan was cleaning the chicken and internal organs, and asked Xiao Mu to help him drench it.

Today's Xiao Mu is the busiest person in the family, constantly being called left and right by the old man and Zhang Laohan, running inside and out.

The ingredients have been prepared, and the old man told Zhang Laohan and said, "Dad, you get the food, Xiao Mu and I will go to Uncle Li's house to grind below." ”

After speaking, Xiao Mu and Lao Fu respectively carried the dry chestnut grain and glutinous rice to Uncle Li's house in the village.

Seeing that there was a long queue at the door of Uncle Li's house, he couldn't see the end at a glance.

In several nearby villages, there are two rice milling machines and flour grinding machines in Nancheng, and Uncle Li's family is one of them.

Uncle Li's family and Guo Yang's family are related, and Uncle Li was also a machine that Guo Yang's father pointed out the way to buy the machine, and he made a lot of money at that time.

Whether it is grinding noodles or grinding rice, most of the people in the village and nearby villages come to Uncle Li's house, grinding rice for 5 cents, grinding noodles for 1 yuan, of course, the cornmeal for feeding pigs is ground with their own stone mill, so this money is not to be earned.

After waiting in line for a long time, the sun was about to set before it was the turn of the old man.

Seeing that Xiao Mu was also here, Uncle Li asked: "Ouch, Xiao Mu is also here, your grandmother has ground rice balls for you this year, I heard that there were no in previous years." ”

Xiao Mu pursed her lips and grimaced.

Uncle Li said again: "But don't blame your grandparents, it's not easy to grow some food, and my family doesn't eat glutinous rice balls every year, they all eat every other year." ”

Xiao Mu thought that only his own family didn't have rice balls to eat, but it turned out that Uncle Li's family, who was in a good family at the time, only ate it every other year, so think about other people's families.

Uncle Li's machine is a large machine, about more than a meter high, with a trapezoidal funnel and a lot of noise.

After grinding the noodles, Uncle Li also turned on the machine and used a sorghum broom to clean the flour stuck in the rice sieve and swept it out for the old man.

The old man handed Uncle Li a piece of money that was tightly crumpled in the fold of his palm, and kept saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, brother." ”

Uncle Li said, "Oh, the villagers, what are you talking about!"

"Why don't you go back after I've had dinner?"

The old man politely refused and said: "No, no, Lao Zhang is cooking food at home, and it should be almost good at this time, so I won't eat it and go back to eat." ”

This kind of politeness is very common in the countryside, and almost every household is like this, very simple and warm.

Xiao Mu held the flour in one hand, and reached into the snow-white flour with the other hand and kneaded it.

Curiously, he asked, "Grandma, can this flour be eaten raw?"

The old man first raised his hand, posed as if he was going to hit Xiao Mu and said, "What are you doing with your hand, what are you pinching it for?"

Then he explained: "Yes, but if you see anyone who eats raw flour, I'm afraid it's a bun." ”

Xiao Mu took his hand back and muttered in a low voice: "Didn't I just pinch the flour, as for being so fierce." ”

After returning home, Zhang Laohan had prepared the meal, the little grandmother also arrived at home, and Uncle Tao, but Wan Rong was not at home, and the others had no guests, after all, everyone ate in their own home.