Killing pigs is a major event for rural people, and killing wild boars is also a happy event that requires a treat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Han Xian's legs are fast and his mouth is sweet, and everyone in the village except for the Li family in the tea village has been notified to come to the Han family to eat pig-killing dishes.

The heavy snow has been falling for more than half a month, and the spirit of the people has disappeared, so the people in the village are very excited when they hear the words, they are gearing up, carrying the bowl and carrying the table, and rushing to the old Han's house with their families.

None of them came empty-handed, you take a handful of vegetables, I carry a basket of eggs, he brings a bag of rice noodles, coming and going, very lively.

Zhang Guihua watched with a tiger face as a group of people walked into the yard, her stomach throbbed for a while, her flesh wow, God knows how many these poor sour ghosts can eat. resisted the urge to kick people out, and slowly went back to the house with his waist on his back. Out of sight and out of mind, there is nothing here that needs her help.

The snow in the courtyard of the Han family was swept away early, leaving only Luo Qinian's snow arhat begging for plastic. Tall, dressed in clothes, wearing a hat, and painted with eyes and nose, the Snow Luohan suddenly became a toy for children. Everyone held hands, formed a circle, and circled around Snow Luohan. Singing, dancing, giggling.

The adults were also infected by the carefree smiles of the children, showing their big white teeth and talking loudly.

Luo Qinian and Zhang Xiaofeng came out with a basket of snacks and candy: "Come on, children, Auntie has candy!"

A large group of children screamed and shouted: "Beautiful sister, beautiful sister".

Luo Qinian blushed: "I'm your aunt, I can't call my sister." ”

The slug little loach scraped his little face: "You are so small, you are younger than my brother, you can't call you aunt, you have to call sister." My mother said that those who are similar to my brother should be called brothers and sisters, and those who are similar to my little uncle should be called uncles and aunts. Those who are similar to uncles are called uncles and aunts, and those who are similar to grandparents should be called grandparents!"

The little bolt stiffened his neck and said, "No, I'm one year younger than you, you want to call me uncle! Your father is older than my father, and he will also call me uncle!" Your grandfather is older than my grandfather, and he still calls me uncle!"

Luo Qinian and Zhang Xiaofeng laughed, the surnames in the village are quite mixed, but the surnames are mainly Han. The branches are luxuriant, so some people in the village beat the princess, and the adults don't pay attention to it. No one said that it was not filial piety to beat someone. On the contrary, the guild that was beaten will be taught a lesson, or kneel in the ancestral hall.

"You look so good when you laugh, it's more beautiful than the fairy Chang'e on the lantern!"

"Oh, Sister Fairy, Sister Fairy......"

The children coaxed, Luo Qinian was embarrassed, and put the food with candy and snacks on the stool, and whoever ate it caught it.

The children didn't know what restraint was, so they filled their own little cloth pockets, and then they didn't greedily bully the baskets, and ran to play again with a smile.

"Sister Fairy?" Zhang Xiaofeng tilted his head and quipped.

Luo Qinian glanced at her with slanted eyes, and his anger and majesty could not come out, but he was coquettish and tempting. Zhang Xiaofeng was accidentally glanced at, and shouted Amitabha Buddha with his thumping chest.

"When did you become a believer? Haven't you always believed in Taoism?"

"I believe in Taoism, but Taoism doesn't have Amitabha Buddha to tell me. ”

The two of them giggled and boiled hot water to wash vegetables, and the aunt who was helping next to them saw it and said luxury: "You have a lot of firewood, and it is a waste of hot water to wash vegetables." ”

Luo Qinian is puzzled, there is so much firewood on the mountain, and it is enough to burn it for a while if you go to pull a car back diligently, and the burned soot can also be used to preserve vegetable seeds and make fertilizer, where is it wasted?

Zhang Xiaofeng grabbed her and winked at her: "She is Aunt Xinghua, she is the most angry, if you want to reason with her, she will be able to shout so that the whole village will know about it." Do you want to be famous?"

Luo Qinian patted his chest: "Good girl, what's wrong with people doing things to get her in the way?"

Zhang Xiaofeng sneered: "There is a kind of person who is used to seeing others live better than her." ”

Luo Qinian flattened his mouth and looked naked, as if to say: You used to be such a person.

Zhang Xiaofeng realized that he had dug a pit for himself, and his face and neck were red with shame: "That was before, and now I have changed it!"

Luo Qinian smiled, admiring her rare embarrassed appearance.

Zhang Xiaofeng reacted, and hated her so much that she only tickled her with her hand.

Aunt Lai is a good cook, and she likes to ask her to be in charge of red and white ceremonies. She has a good relationship with the Han family, and she is not hypocritical when she comes, she dominates the spatula and does not let others interfere.

She does have a hand, the boiled tube bone soup is milky white and milky, and the aroma is rich, which makes people very satisfied when they smell it. The smorgasbord meat is rotten and fresh, making people hate to swallow their tongues.

Luo Qinian believes that it is really good that the masters are among the people. The cooking skills she is proud of are a little childish because they are too delicate under Aunt Lai's cooking.

She really wanted to learn the technique of Lai Niang's stew, but it was the craft that Lai Niang relied on to make a living, and she was embarrassed to ask for advice, so she had to let go of her stomach and enjoy the rare food.

The taste of her food, Han Xuan was happy to see it: "You like it, I will take you to eat pig killing dishes in the future." ”

Luo Qinian's ripples burst out with a light of surprise: "It's all Aunt Lai?"

Han Xuan's hand took a meal, "Not all, but every family has a way to eat, and it's all delicious." ”

It's not delicious, meat is the freshest meat, and it's delicious to just put it in a pot and cook it indiscriminately, and in this era when food and clothing are still difficult to maintain, broth is a rare delicacy.

"Good!" Luo Qinian likes to eat and prefers to try. Father Han treats her very well, as well as her daughter, and she is willing to learn more about different flavors of food for Father Han.

When the wine was half-drunk, Han's father went to the cellar and took out a jar of osmanthus wine, the wine was fragrant and rich, and with the oily dishes, the gods did not change.

"The old man is not kind, he only served good wine after eating a lot, and he had to be fined three glasses before letting go. ”

Father Han bluffed and said, "Phew, you buffalo belly, you can't drink a jar if you take it out earlier!"

Everyone laughed, and for a while they pushed the cup and changed the lamp, so it was not lively.

When happy, the cold does not insert the sound of discord.

"Dad, mother, please eat pig-killing dishes and don't call us?"

When everyone looked back, they saw the youngest daughter of the Han family standing trembling in the wind in a thin summer coat......

"My son, come into the house ......"

Han's mother hurriedly threw away the dishes and chopsticks and pulled Han Xiu into the house, while looking for a padded jacket to wrap her, and at the same time dialed a big bowl of food for her to eat.

"My son, eat slowly, don't choke. ”

Han Xiu nodded and devoured it. It's been a long time since the last time she had a full meal, so long that she can't remember when it was. Now she is living like a year in the Li family. Because Li Xianren has already gone to study at the academy, without Li Xianren's maintenance, she is struggling in that home.

Mother Han looked at Han Xiu's cracked cheeks and fingers, and her resentment towards Luo Qinian deepened. complained that Luo Qinian was stingy, and she was reluctant to wear even a cotton jacket for her little daughter, so that her little daughter was frozen......