The water is also tuned, the glutinous rice is also soured, and once a year, the pig-killing rice year after year also comes.

Although the Chinese New Year's Eve is the real New Year, in Xiao Mu's opinion, killing pigs is the New Year, and he feels that the day of killing pigs is more interesting than the Chinese New Year's Eve.

That morning, Zhang Laohan got up early and dug a stove pit, lit a fire, and boiled water.

Xiao Mu slowly opened the door, and what caught her eyes was patches of snow-white thick mist, as if she was above the clouds.

"It's so cold," his body trembled, and he walked to the fire with his hands on his shoulders, found a stone, and sat on it after roasting by the fire for a while.

The fire crackled with firewood, but after a while, the fire gradually became smaller, and just when I wanted to add firewood, I found that there was no firewood by the fire pond.

Xiao Mu found Zhang Laohan, who was sharpening his knife, and said, "Grandpa, there is no firewood, what should I do?"

Xiao Mu's words almost didn't make Zhang Laohan angry, "There is no firewood to add, why are you so ......?"

Xiao Mu ran to the firewood room, but Xiao Mu didn't know what kind of firewood he needed, and remembered that Zhang Laohan burned bamboo firewood before, so he also looked for bamboo firewood.

But I searched all the firewood houses, but I couldn't find firewood, so in a hurry, I grabbed a few firewood and ran to the fire pond.

The fire in the fire pond was dying, the fire was very weak, Xiao Mu tried to make the fire ignite again according to the method that Zhang Laohan said to himself before, but Xiao Mu's "rescue" did not work, and it made a miasma.

In desperation, Xiao Mu went to the kitchen to get Songming again, then walked to Zhang Laohansheng's side and stretched out his hand: "Grandpa, the fire is out, I want to relight it and lend me your fire." ”

Zhang Laohan looked up at Xiao Mu, his eyes were full of distrust, he took out a lighter from his shabby pocket and handed it to Xiao Mu, "Take it, I'll see if I can light it, if not, I'll see what you do." ”

Maybe it's because in winter, the firewood is more humid, Xiao Mu didn't light it for a long time, and the smoke was billowing and the smoked tears flowed.

But he didn't dare to ask Zhang Laohan for help, and then ran to the kitchen again and took a blowpipe made of dried bamboo.

Kept blowing into the fire pit, and through the thick smoke, you could vaguely see the sparks, Xiao Mu thought to herself, it's going to be fast, it's going to be fast, you can't stop.

"Ahem, cough, cough", a thick smoke drifted into Xiao Mu's mouth with the blow pipe, and the smell of smoke choked Xiao Mu's throat.

Swallowing his saliva, he wiped away the smoke from the corners of his eyes, picked up the lighter and Songming again, and tried to light the firewood.

"Bang", the firewood burst into flames instantly, Xiao Mu was so frightened that he took his hand back, took a few steps back, relieved himself, stroked his little heart and whispered: "My God, it's finally on fire, otherwise Zhang Laohan would have to say that he is a waste of firewood." ”

He handed the lighter to Zhang Laohan and said, "Here you go, I lit the fire." ”

Zhang Laohan was suspicious, and he had to see Xiao Musheng's fire.

Accompanied by Xiao Mu to the fire pond, Zhang Laohan looked down, he felt good, the fire was very strong, "Well, it's not bad, boy, it seems that you have learned to make a fire." ”

In fact, Xiao Mu himself didn't know what was going on, and the open flame burst into flames when he approached the firewood, inexplicably, is nature so magical?

After Zhang Laohan left, Xiao Mu roasted the stone again and sat down, but this time it seemed to be over-roasted, and it was a little hot.

When the fire was baking, the water in the pot slowly formed small bubbles, and a little water vapor appeared on the water surface.

With his hands on his knees, his chin propped up, and his eyes were full of curiosity as he stared intently at the water droplets in the pot.

"Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu, look at the fire, if the water boils, you will remove the fire, and I will go to the village to call someone." Zhang Laohan told Xiao Mu.

At that time, no matter which family killed pigs, they had to call the butcher and a few young and strong men to come to help, and by the way, they also notified relatives and friends to come to the house for dinner.

This is a big project, and the person who goes to ask for help has to visit and communicate with each family, of course, only to relatives.

If the butcher goes out to help someone else kill a pig, then he has to wait for the butcher to come home or go to look for it, although it is not a difficult task, but it is also very troublesome, and it must take three or two hours.

The bubbles in the pot are getting bigger and bigger, slowly floating to the surface of the water, and finally forming a water column, and the water vapor on the surface is getting thicker and thicker, and the water is boiling, but Zhang Laohan has not come back yet.

The old man complained: "Your grandfather is always like this, he is not quick at all, he asked him to call a good person last night, he said he was tired, now it's okay, the water is boiling and people haven't come back yet." ”

Xiao Mu withdrew the fire, but the water in the pot became less and less, Xiao Mu was a little flustered, ran to the old man and said, "Grandma, come and see, there is less water, do you see enough." ”

The old man walked to the pot and looked at it, thinking for a few seconds, "I'm afraid it's not enough, you go and add all the water in the bucket, it's not enough and troublesome." ”

The old man complained again: "It's all your useless grandfather, and he hasn't come back for a long time." ”

Xiao Mu didn't know what to say, so he ignored the old man and turned around to go to the kitchen.

The red plastic bucket was filled with water, and Xiao Mu bent down to try to lift it, but found that one hand could not lift it, so he bent down again and tried to lift it with both hands.

With all his might, he finally lifted it up, staggered his waist and walked out of the kitchen with water.

The distance of more than ten meters felt very far, and he stopped after walking a few steps, complaining in his heart that the old man did not come to help him.

After complaining, he took a few more steps to lift the water, stopped and stopped a few more times, and finally said that the water was poured into the pot, but by this time the trouser legs were completely soaked, and occasionally there were water droplets.

Before he could put the bucket back in the kitchen, he hurriedly sat down by the fire, lit the fire again, and put his feet close to the fire.

His hands kept poking at the wet cuffs of his pants, trying to let them dry quickly.

It hasn't completely dried yet, and the smell of gum wafted from nowhere, which is very strong.

Wrinkled his nose, sure that it was the smell of glue, and suddenly remembered that the bucket was thrown on the edge of the fire, and jumped over.

Sure enough, it was the smell of the bucket being burned, and I quickly picked up the bucket, only to see that the bucket had been burned and deformed, but fortunately it had not burned out of the hole.

I was so anxious that I kept muttering: "It's over, I'm going to be beaten, what should I do." ”

If you can burn it to its original shape, why can't you burn it back to its original shape?

I took a piece of firewood in my hand, put the bucket on the firewood, close to the fire, and took it back when it smelled of glue, and tried to pinch it back to its original appearance with my hands, but the temperature was too high, and it had already cooled down when Xiao Mu pinched it hard.

I thought to myself, "I can definitely do it, and I must pinch it back to its original shape this time anyway." ”

The barrel was baked close to the fire again, but unexpectedly, this scene was discovered by the old man who was cleaning.

"Hey, Xiao Mu, what are you doing!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Mu panicked and put the bucket back.