Zhang Youkang changed the water and added grass mats to the chickens and rabbits in the cage under the eaves. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The end of the year is approaching, and the fattened hens are all meat on the table in the eyes of people. Therefore, they have not been let out for the past few days, and the chicken girls of the three families are locked in two chicken coops, scattering chaff and cabbage leaves from time to time, waiting for the day to slaughter them.

After his grandson finished feeding, he brought the small stove to the yard to make a fire, and after the fire was lit, he put an iron plate on it, ready to help his wife fry the spring roll skin.

Everyone is busy, and the job of fried meatballs naturally falls on Yingfang.

Fortunately, she fried it once, except that the oil temperature was too hot at the beginning, and the meatballs that came out of the first pot were a little burnt, and then they were smooth, and the fried meatballs were even better than those sold in state-run restaurants.

As soon as the meatballs were fried, the smell of meat wafting from the stove room immediately replaced the honey smell left by the rice cannon sugar.

"Aunt, it's so fragrant!" Zhang Haiyang couldn't help but run in, and Baba watched the stove.

Yingfang fished two grains and sold them better, put them in a small bowl, and let him eat them outside. Circling around the stove and getting splashed with hot oil?

"Yingfang!Yingfang!" Feng Meiqin sniffed and knocked on the door and came in, "Wow! It's so fragrant, what are you cooking delicious?"

"Meatballs, have you fried them at home?" Ying Fang tasted one for her without hesitation.

Feng Meiqin handed over the bamboo basket she had brought, took the small bowl and ate it, and muttered while eating: "It's delicious, it's delicious, my house is also fried, and it's fried in the morning, but why isn't it as delicious as yours?"

Ying Fang glanced at her and couldn't help but smile smugly.

That's because when she stamped on minced meat, she put a seasoning in it, which was a mountain pepper found in the mountains earlier, and strictly speaking, it is also a traditional Chinese medicine, which can treat abdominal pain, hand and foot pain, carbuncle on the back of the neck, and hives. Dried and milled into powder, sprinkled a little when making meat dishes, can enhance the fragrance and taste.

"Come on, why are you still carrying things?" Ying Fang said with a bamboo basket that Feng Meiqin stuffed into her arms.

"My mother's freshly fried dumplings, let me send a few for you to taste while it's hot. Aren't you a guest at home? Feng Meiqin Nunu mouthed, saw Zhang Haiyan looking over, and hurriedly showed a kind smile.

Zhang Haiyan also smiled at her.

When Ying Fang heard her say this, she no longer shirked. called Zhang Haiyang, sandwiched a fragrant sesame oil dumpling to him, and the other five were also transferred from the bamboo basket to a clean vegetable basin, drained the freshly fried pot of meatballs, and put them into the basket for Feng Meiqin to take back.

"Then what's going on!" Feng Meiqin's head shook rattle, six oil dumplings for eight meatballs?

"If you don't take it, we won't eat the oil dumplings. Ocean ......"

"Don't, don't, I'll take it! I can't take it. Feng Meiqin stopped crying and laughing, "Aren't I afraid of taking advantage of you." How much is six oil dumplings worth, besides, your meatballs are full of weight, one is two of my family, it's really ......"

"It's all mind, what do you care about. Yingfang blocked her.

Seeing that it was not early, he urged her to go home quickly. The road is covered with snow, and it is too late to see the road clearly, and it will be bad if you step on the empty and fall into the river.

"Okay, then I'll go home. Tomorrow morning, I'll be playing glutinous rice cakes at the door of the commune, don't forget. ”

"I can't forget it!" the glutinous rice is soaked.

"Is it fun to play glutinous rice cakes?" Zhang Haiyang asked Yingfang with his head up.

"Ming'er will take you to have a look. Ying Fang knew that this kid had never seen how the glutinous rice was beaten, in fact, she hadn't seen it either, but she had heard Feng Meiqin muttering a few times, and she was roughly counted.

This year's harvest is good, glutinous rice soaked a lot, in addition to playing glutinous ba, but also grinding dozens of catties of rice cakes, get up in the morning, cook a bowl of steaming snow cabbage and shredded pork soup rice cakes, the sense of happiness is bursting.

Xiao Nian still has a great sense of accomplishment on this day - three pots of rice cannons, four pots of fried meatballs, and two pots of spring rolls. After all this, it was dark.

The family sat together, each with a bowl of soup dumplings, and burped contentedly.

Grandma Zhang once again persuaded Yingfang to stay at home to sleep, it was freezing and so dark, how dangerous it was to go home alone.

Ying Fang declined. Say that this road can be walked with your eyes closed, and it will be fine. In fact, I was worried about Xiaojin who was alone at home, for some reason in the past two days, I was always reluctant to go out with her, could it be that it was also the hibernation period?

With a concern on his mind, he said goodbye to his master's family and returned home with an oil lamp.

After entering the house, hang the oil lamp on the wall and look around for Xiaojin.

"Kim?"

Xiao Jin didn't react, but Lao Jin whined at her feet and sniffed around, and then grabbed her trouser leg and took it to the room where she slept.

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you, don't bite your pants. I'm going to have no pants to wear. ”

"Wang. Old Jin entered the bedroom and barked a few times around the shelf bed.

"You mean, Xiao Jin is under the bed?" Ying Fang raised an eyebrow.

Just as he was about to open the secret cabinet door to take a look, Xiao Jin flew out from under the bed with a bang. The tip of the tail wrapped around the bed frame, and with a slight push, the bed shifted, slowly revealing the space underneath.

Seeing that the cellar full of grain was open and a few steps were exposed, Ying Fang glanced at Xiao Jin in wonder: "Do you want to hibernate here?

Xiao Jin rolled her eyes, swept her tail, pushed Yingfang down the steps, and motioned for her to go down and have a look.

Yingfang was confused by it, and passively went down to the cellar, just about to ask "what are you doing down", but suddenly found that something was wrong, and there was a hole in the black winter at the end of the stairs.

Take a closer look, where is the hole, it is clearly a tunnel, people can just stand up straight when they get in, but if it is a little higher, they have to walk with the cat on their waists, fortunately, the width is OK, and the arms can swing freely. You don't have to guess that it must be Xiao Jin's masterpiece, but I don't know where it leads.

Ying Fang was interested, turned back to the hall and brought the oil lamp, and beckoned Xiao Jin and Lao Jin: "Let's go!

What's the danger, it's not a natural hole, it's a good shot.

Xiao Jin spat out the snake letter with disdain.

Lao Jin flicked his tail, seemed to be very interested, and after following Yingfang to jump off the cellar, he quickly drilled to the front to lead the way.

A man, a dog, and a cold snake king walked lightly through the winding tunnels.

After about ten minutes of advancement, Lao Jin stopped, turned his head and barked at her, as if to say, "It's here." Then he sniffed the ground to make sure there was no danger and quickly drilled out of the tunnel.

Luckily, it was night, and it was pitch black outside. Otherwise, the eyes won't be able to stand it.

Ying Fang raised the oil lamp and saw that at the end of the tunnel was a cellar similar to her home, but empty. The entrance to the cellar is a four-or five-block staircase pressed out by Xiao Jin.

Stepping on the steps carefully, the light from the oil lamp, although dim, illuminated the scene in front of him.

"This—" Ying Fang was stunned.

Isn't this Xiang Gang's house? It's still the one used as a wedding room.