The Spring Festival is probably the most important festival of the year for the villagers, and Lin Yu's family is no exception.

At this time, the small mountain village is filled with the smell of the New Year, which is made up of the smell of steamed bacon from a certain family, the smell of smoke and gunpowder from children playing with firecrackers, and the smell of the warm winter sun shining on the thick coat.

Smelling this special smell always makes Lin Yu feel very happy, perhaps because in his memory, he was always able to play crazy during this time, and he was able to eat big fish and meat that he couldn't usually eat.

My mother started preparing the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner very early, and at this time of year she had a heavy task because she had to cook a large table full of dishes. The firewood in the stove is always very hot, and it needs to boil the water in a large iron pot, and then the boiling water will play a very important role.

The father had taken the pheasant out of the cage, sharpened a quick knife, tore off a handful of feathers from the chicken's neck, and slashed the pheasant's head at the exposed neck.

In the countryside, this is a very common way to kill chickens, and Lin Yu has long been surprised. The pheasant chirped in the struggle, but it did not change its impending fate, and its father still grabbed its wings and head, and the blood of the chicken flowed down its neck, all in a small bowl prepared in advance.

This method of killing chickens does not waste every valuable part of the pheasant's body, and when the blood runs dry, the chicken blood in the small bowl will become another delicacy.

The pheasant was thrown to the ground by his father, and at first he flapped his feet a few times, but then he did not move at all. Then my father killed a duck in the same way, and the duck's blood was also put in a separate bowl, and if it was left for a while, it would naturally solidify.

When the mother saw that the water in the iron pot was finally boiling, she used an iron basin to fill the slaughtered pheasants and ducks in it, and then slowly poured boiling water on them with a spoon, and after scalding the whole body, it was easy to pluck the feathers.

Since he was a child, plucking hair has been Lin Yu's most important job, but usually he can't pluck it cleanly, and in the end, he has to rely on his mother to remove the remaining residual hair.

Today, Lin Yu also took the initiative to take on this job, and when he saw that his mother had scalded the pheasants and ducks, he took them out and let them cool aside. Seeing Lin Yu sitting on the small bench, a knowing smile appeared on his mother's face.

Grandma also came out of the room, and she sat next to Lin Yu, ready to do some housework with her grandson. Lin Yu was afraid that her grandmother would be tired, so she wanted her to go back to rest, but her grandmother waved her hand indifferently, saying that she could still do this thing.

So, the family of four stayed in the kitchen, the father was responsible for adding firewood to the stove, the mother added some cold water to the iron pot, she untied a piece of smoked bacon from the rope, ready to put the bacon in the pot to pass the water, Lin Yu and his grandmother sat side by side, he was responsible for pulling the pheasant, and the grandmother was responsible for pulling the duck, and the family performed their duties, preparing the most important meal of the year.

That night, as soon as the sky darkened, a distant resident set off firecrackers, and the crackling sound seemed to kick off Chinese New Year's Eve.

Mother brought the last dish, and the table was already full of dishes, pheasant, duck, pig's feet, bacon, sausages... Each dish exudes its own aroma, and mixing it together is simply a supreme treat.

The square wooden table, the family just sat on one side, and the father was finally willing to take out the bottle of Feitian Moutai, and the moment he opened the cap, the aroma of wine overflowed.

Lin Yu and his mother also poured a little Moutai wine into their bowls, after all, they had never drunk the famous Moutai, so take advantage of Chinese New Year's Eve to taste it. Every time my father took a sip of wine, he would emit a sound of satisfaction, as if he had drunk the jade liquid elixir described in it. In addition, the bacon or sausage served in the chopsticks, and the taste of my father's enjoyment was written on his face.

Lin Yu is still a little unaccustomed to drinking liquor, but the strong aroma of Moutai still convinced him, the pheasant was just simply fried by his mother with chili pepper and garlic, but it was just right to stimulate the delicious taste inside, a sip of Moutai wine and a mouthful of game, Lin Yu completely had a rhythm that could not be stopped.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Spring Festival Gala began, which is a must-see program for father and mother every year, and it seems that only when the Spring Festival Gala is over, can it be regarded as the end of Chinese New Year's Eve.

The TV is placed at the back of the dinner table, so the family can watch TV while having dinner, and a few familiar CCTV hosts came out to greet the people of the whole country, and the red couplets and cheerful music set off a pleasant atmosphere.

There are many stars that can be seen at the Spring Festival Gala every year, but there is only one father and mother that they are looking forward to the most, which is the former sweet song girl Yang Yuying. Mother said that Yang Yuying was the most beautiful singer she had ever seen, and in their time, Yang Yuying's songs were popular all over the country, so her mother hoped that Yang Yuying could appear on the Spring Festival Gala every year.

However, according to the list of actors found by Lin Yu, Yang Yuying is not in the program list, and the little fresh meat that several young people like is on the Spring Festival Gala, but for the father and mother, they are just strange faces that they don't know.

The meal was not finished until late, and my father's face was a little red, but not yet drunk. My mother cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and sat around with her family to watch TV. There is no heating in the south, and people in the city generally use electric stoves for heating, while people in the countryside use the most primitive charcoal.

The charcoal fire is always burned red, and occasionally a piece of charcoal is not burned well, and when it is put into the charcoal brazier, it will emit green smoke. At this time, my father would quickly take out the charcoal with tongs, because the whole family was so smoked that they couldn't open their eyes.

While watching the Spring Festival Gala and eating snacks such as melon seeds and peanuts, the night of Chinese New Year's Eve passed quickly. The host began the final countdown, and just as the new year was about to begin, the father just in time lit the firecrackers that had been prepared early and threw them in the courtyard outside.

The sound of crackling firecrackers came and went, and as soon as this family ended, another in the distance began. I can't hear the sound on the TV anymore, but I can still see the words on the screen, and the countdown is over, and the new year begins. By the time the sound in the village fell, it was already the first day of the Lunar New Year.