A few people couldn't stop having snowball fights, although the girls had the upper hand in numbers, but in terms of the strength and accuracy of the snowball, it was obvious that the three girls were worse, and they suffered a lot.

In the end, it was Old Man Lin who saw that the time was not early, so he stopped a few children and asked them to come back to eat first, and then go out to play after eating.

In the winter slack season, the rural areas eat two meals a day, a simple meal in the morning, and another meal at four or five o'clock in the afternoon.

A few children were giggling and patting each other on the snow on their heads, Lin Ziwei was wearing little light, and he had another advantage at this time, so he only rubbed his shoes on the bluestone at the door, and then went into the house.

When Lin Zijin and a few people went in after taking pictures of the snow, the dining table had been set up, breakfast was millet porridge and cornmeal flowers, and a plate of pickled mustard greens was white and green, exuding an attractive spicy taste.

Cornmeal flowers were considered a relatively high-end food in this era, and they were usually eaten for hospitality or during the New Year's holidays.

It has a better taste than jade flour cakes, because after fermentation and saccharin, the taste is soft and glutinous with a little sweetness.

The specific method is to ferment the cornmeal paste properly, mix it with an appropriate amount of alkaline flour and saccharin, pour the paste on the cage drawer covered with a cage cloth, and after steaming in the pot, it becomes a sweet cornmeal flower.

Several children were sweating from playing, and their heads were steaming, and the two elders of the Lin family and Lin Jiaming sat at the table with a little smile.

Bai Ruyi stood by the kang and served porridge, Lin Ziyi hurriedly washed his hands and brought the rice bowls in order according to the size of his generation.

Lin Zijin took the bowl, unceremoniously picked up a piece of golden cornmeal flowers, and took a bite of it.

Seeing that she was eating well, Lin Jialiang had a smile on his face.

This niece of her own family is not a picky person, she is used to eating rice and white noodles in her own home, and it is very fragrant to eat cornmeal when she comes back to the countryside, not only did she not complain verbally, but she was quite happy to see the expression on her face.

The niece is sensible, and Lin Jialiang is also very generous, saying: "It's okay in the morning, and let Ziyi kill a chicken and stew it for you to eat in the afternoon." ”

Lin Weiguo put down his rice bowl and waved his hand again and again: "Second father, don't you need to kill chickens, didn't you just eat rabbit meat yesterday, we don't crave meat." ”

"That's it, second father," Lin Zijin bit the flowers in his mouth, and then helped vaguely: "I think the flowers are delicious, much better than meat, I like to eat flowers, and this mustard shredded, why is it so delicious." ”

The mustard shreds of the Lin family are pickled with mustard tassels, and the sour aroma has a slightly spicy taste.

Lin Zijin had a good bite in his previous life, and he ate it again in this life, and he really didn't change it for a stewed chicken.

However, she was reluctant to let the Lao Lin family kill chickens to entertain her.

At this time, peasants were only allowed to keep a small amount of poultry in their homes, and some families also fed one or two sheep, but the number was too large to be allowed.

There are only three hens in the Lin family's chicken coop, and killing one means that the eggs will also decrease, and the decrease in eggs means that the family's pocket money will also decrease.

For rural families in this era, every chicken raised at home was precious.

The eggs laid by the chickens are reluctant to be eaten at home, so they have to save them and go to the commune supply and marketing cooperatives to exchange them for money, and the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, matches and kerosene at home have to be exchanged for it.

The so-called "chicken ass bank" at that time was not dry humor, but reality.

All the land is owned by the production team, and each family can open some land in front of the house and behind the house, and grow some fruits and vegetables to subsidize the family.

Of course, there are strict regulations on the area of self-reserved land, and it is absolutely not allowed to exceed the area, once the excess area is found out, not only the people who farm the land will suffer, but even the team will be implicated.

As for the delivery of the package to the household, it should be two years later.

Lin Ziwei had already dressed and eaten on the table, grabbing a piece of cornmeal flowers and eating them deliciously.

had a snowball fight with Lin Zijin, and the bear child had already forgotten about being spanked before.

Hearing that this powerful city sister didn't eat his family's "little bank", Lin Ziwei's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, and his gaze at Lin Zijin became hotter and hotter.

He admires Lisuo's happy people, although Sister Zijin is from the city and is very beautiful, but she does not have half the squeamish appearance of the city people, she is not afraid of little mice, she has great strength, and her combat effectiveness is quite strong in snowball fights.

It's like the few female intellectuals in the village, who walk and twist, and they want to scream when they see an insect, which is annoying to watch.

If it weren't for the heavy snow outside, Lin Ziwei really couldn't wait to take his sister in the city out to show off after eating.

As for the fact that his sister in the city spanked him just now, Lin Ziwei thinks that he is a manly husband, and outsiders can't touch his buttocks, but his own family is different.

He has been spanked by his sister and mother I don't know how many times, since now he recognizes this sister in the city, so many sisters spanking their own butts is not a big deal.

His ass is often beaten, and he has already been beaten into a cocoon.

As long as she doesn't pick up his pants, she likes to beat it, even if she fights, anyway, he has already been beaten, and he is not afraid of pain.

After eating, Lin Zijin helped Lin Ziyi bring the dishes and chopsticks to the stove room, one of the sisters washed the dishes in the cauldron, and the other took an enamel basin to wash with water, and heard someone talking in the yard.

It's been nine days, and it's snowing heavily, so no one usually comes to visit the door at this time, so who is it?

Lin Zijin curiously lifted the door curtain and went out to look, and saw a middle-aged woman holding an enamel basin covered with a gray and non-gray cage cloth, and walked towards the stove room while talking.

"Sister-in-law of the Bai family......, are you at home?

The voice came into the stove room, Lin Ziyi immediately changed his face when he heard the voice, grabbed the dish towel by the stove, wiped his hands, walked quickly to the kitchen cabinet, and whispered: "It's broken, why is she here?!"

As soon as Lin Ziyi walked to the kitchen cabinet, the middle-aged woman had already opened the curtain and came in, and the smile on her face was a little sweeter than honey: "Oh, Ziyi is here!"

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Zijin again: "This is the daughter of Director Lin's family, she is so white and pure (beautiful and likable)."

The girls in this city are different, don't talk about looking at the water spirit, and what's the gas, yes, it's temperament, and it's temperament!"

Lin Ziyi's reaction was very strange, this woman's speech was too false and sweet, giving people a very awkward feeling, Lin Zijin didn't know what to say, so she could only laugh awkwardly with her, while trying to search for the image of this woman in her mind.