Soon, the chickens and ducks were cleaned up.

Yang Danxi and Carambola Xi didn't dare to kill rabbits, so they asked Yang Heli for help.

Yang Heli put the rabbit on a rope and took it to the back mountain to peel it.

Here, the sisters neatly washed out the rest of the dishes.

"Dandan, have you washed your glutinous rice? ”

Uncle Nine came out with a rag and a brush, greeted her, and began to clean up the stone scoop resting on the edge of the well platform.

This stone scoop is usually not used, and it is covered with something.

In a year, it will be used only when there is a New Year and when there is a happy event in someone's family.

"Well, it'll be fine in a moment. Yang Danxi responded.

"Aunt Jiu's house is steamed?" Yang Sheng's mother stretched out her head and asked.

"A few minutes to go. Uncle Nine replied.

"Okay, I'll pick it up too. Yang Sheng's mother responded.

"My house picks up. Xin Hua came out with a basket of vegetables and answered.

In a few words, the order of beating the glutinous rice cakes was given.

"Come on, come on~" Yang Haishu took a steaming bottle of glutinous rice and shouted out.

Uncle Nine scooped out the hot water from the stone scoop, wiped the stone scoop with a clean rag, and then let Yang Haishu pour the glutinous rice into it.

The children, who were trying to clean up the remaining garbage in the table door with small hoes and carrying paste, immediately gathered around.

"Give. Uncle Nine smiled and pinched a small rice ball for each person, "Go to work." ”

The rice balls are small, with only one bite per person, but it doesn't stop the children from having fun.

After getting food, a group of people ran away grinning and continued the unfinished labor work.

"Taotao, come, take a bite first. Wang Xin'e followed behind with a large basin of warm boiled water, went to the stone scoop, broke a little glutinous rice and kneaded it into a ball, and sent it to Carambola Creek.

"Thank you, auntie. Carambola Xi glanced at Wang Xin'e's hand and took it without disgust.

Before, she never dared to think that one day she would be able to relive such a New Year's flavor.

Especially in the more than 30 years that she has been in captivity, although in order to make her happy, Hu Ye has been following the custom of "twenty-seven, busy killing chickens, twenty-eight, beating glutinous cakes, twenty-nine, pushing tofu, and staying up for one night at thirty nights", so that her exclusive food team prepared a full set for her, but she never felt any New Year's flavor, but felt bored.

Tiger Ye has a lot of money, but he will never be able to buy this kind of New Year's flavor with money.

Hu Ye is careful, but his carefulness is only based on how to make her more willing to contribute every minute and every second of her in exchange for greater benefits.

He didn't even know that her family's year was like this.

On the day of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone in Taimen gathered together, divided labor and cooperated, helped each other, and joined hands with each other to complete things such as killing chickens and ducks, beating rice dumplings, making rice dumplings, and sticking Spring Festival alliances.

Even worshipping ancestors, receiving the New Year, and worshipping heaven and earth, all families are prepared together in tacit understanding.

Now that she revisits it again, she feels that most of the pain in her body has disappeared.

"Get up~" Yang Hewen came out with a big stone hammer in both hands, cleaned it cleanly, and then smeared warm boiled water on the head of the stone hammer, shouted, and smashed the first hammer.

Yang Haishu also went home to get one, and the two of them started to beat rice cakes with a "hey" and a little "hey".

Wang Xin'e was quick and dexterous, standing on the side, dipping her hands in warm water from time to time, and then pushing the glutinous rice in the stone scoop.

The three of them cooperate very tacitly, you come and go, the movements are light and soft, and they are as smooth as the clouds and rivers of their peers.

Soon, the plump and fluffy sticky rice is beaten into a mush.

Uncle Nine and Uncle Nine took out the table of eight immortals in their house again, washed it clean by the well platform, wiped it dry, and sprinkled a layer of fried flour on it.

When the dumplings were ready, Uncle Nine squeezed out one round ball after another with her hands and put them evenly on the table to dry.

There are many people in their family this year, so they prepared three retorts of glutinous rice, two of which were made into glutinous cakes, and the other retort was squeezed into small balls and soaked in boiled ginger syrup to make ginger sugar mochi.