"You don't understand that, do you?" The eldest aunt is experienced and explained to Yang Xiaobei, "Of course, it is enough to talk about the place to live." Four big tiled houses, our family can live in them! But now that there are more things added to the house, the house is not sufficient, not that I said, such a big pig has to be put in half of the house!"

The house in the countryside, in addition to the main house, the most important thing is the partial house, and the hometown is also called the cleaning house. Loading grain and farm tools, seeds, fertilizers, pesticides, feeding pigs and cattle, fire ponds...... It's not like you need a place in the city to put a bed - you can't live in the countryside. Like my aunt said, you can't put all the bacon and pickles on the bedside......, right? Although there was only a little belongings at home when I was young, it was indeed packed under the bed.

Nowadays, however, it is different from the past, and it takes a large number of rooms to store food alone, and the abundance of life represents material abundance; nowadays, which family has not filled several rooms with all kinds of grain and food? People who have just come out of a poverty-stricken county are accustomed to "having food in their hands and not panicking in their hearts" and are not prepared for a year or two to chew, are you still a qualified peasant?

Yi Huifen smiled and said, "How can it! There are only three people in the family, where can I eat so much meat! I think Xiaobei doesn't like to eat this, the pork at home is fragrant, and she has a big refrigerator at home to store, so she can eat a little more for a year when the time comes!"

No wonder they wanted to kill so much, the eldest aunt slapped her thigh and blamed herself for not thinking it through, "That's a good idea! We also have a lot of meat, I'll bring a season of meat later!" The second aunt had no say at home, but she was not stupid at home, and silently decided to go out immediately to talk to the owner. Otherwise, if both families give their own family and don't give it, the owner will definitely not go.

"Season" is a measure word, after the pig killer has processed the pork, he will cut it into season-by-season meat along the ribs for everyone to marinate, dry and smoke. Yang Xiaobei was still shocked by her mother's heroic declaration of "dividing half", and when she heard that the eldest aunt was also going to give it, she hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Enough is enough, I really am a rice bucket! Half of it will not be used, and I will just bring a few pieces of lean meat back when the time comes." ”

"How can that be done! We have planned for a long time, and we specially fed the pigs so big to kill them. You can rest assured, don't you carry it, when the time comes, we will smoke it and send it over. "Yi Huifen disagreed, what's the matter? It's too troublesome for you to get it all right, right? Where did those fake politeness come from!

The old mother glared, and Yang Xiaobei was ashamed. At this time, Chengcheng happily rushed in from outside, "Mom, Mom, grandpa is helping me make football!" As soon as he got home, he was able to dream of playing the game at night, which made him excited, and the little strangeness that he hadn't seen for a long time was gone. One bite of "how did grandpa ......", and his words were full of admiration for grandpa.

To be honest, Chengcheng doesn't miss his grandfather as much as the old man misses him. Later, after Zhou Pinzheng came back, he had less contact with the old man, and his grandfather was very fierce when he was not smiling, which was the existence of a child who could scare the crying child, so that Chengcheng and them involuntarily took a detour.

Looking at their cowardice, Yang Xiaobei was relieved - it was not that he was too cowardly when he was a child, but that his grandfather was too fierce, right? But it was not so wonderful for the old man. Now that he is self-cultivation, he has consciously forgotten what it is like to get angry! Why are the children still not close to him?

You must know that there is an old saying, "hugging grandchildren but not children", it is originally a family of next generation, and grandchildren should be closer to each other. On Yang Laohan, when his children were young, he experienced the early death of his wife and the loss of his children, and the family was counting on him alone, where did he have time to get close to the children? The weight of life made him short-tempered, and he was beaten at every turn, and the children were silent.

Now that the conditions are better and he is older, he has time to talk to his children, and it is rare that he can make a joke or something. It's a pity that the little ones don't know his true face, even if they feel that their temper is much kinder, the grandchildren still take a detour. He didn't say anything, but his heart was frustrated.

He was a man who refused to admit defeat, and when he saw the little guy's eyes staring at the pig killer, he knew what they wanted to do, and volunteered to help them dispose of the "toys".

This won the hearts of the children, and while they were still dealing with it, Chengcheng couldn't help but be happy to come to his mother to share the joy. "Great! Have you thanked Grandpa?" Seeing that his son was alive as soon as he came back, Yang Xiaobei touched his back, fortunately, although it was a little hot and he didn't sweat yet, but he couldn't say if he would kick "football" later.

"Thank you! But grandpa said that his family doesn't need to talk like this, it's okay to be poor!" Chengcheng was instructed by his mother to take off a sweater, and set off to play, and after a while, Yang Wen also rushed in and took off a sweater, saying that his grandfather took the two of them out to play, Yi Huifen just came out of the pot and wanted to ask the two little ones to try it first, where is it still called?

"Gotcha! these two boys will not stop when they get together!" Yi Huifen sighed, and took the freshly baked lotus root balls with chopsticks to Xiaobei, "You can eat it, this is your favorite food!" Lotus root balls are probably also a local specialty, but the raw materials are common and their appearance is not good, and their reputation is not obvious. Grind the fresh lotus root into lotus root puree, knead it into onions, ginger, garlic and other seasonings, and fry it in the oil pan after it is fragrant, charred on the outside and glutinous on the inside, which is indeed Yang Xiaobei's favorite.

Although lotus root balls are not valuable, they are troublesome to make, too much water and not easy to fry, and they cost oil. But compared with the sweet and greasy meatballs, the hard mung bean balls, etc., Yang Xiaobei likes the fragrant and glutinous taste. In the past, my mother would only do it once at home, that is, during the Chinese New Year, and I was busy killing pigs and still making lotus root balls, which shows that my mother was attentive.

I sniffed, and I was a little moved! I thought that after so many twists and turns, I would have been able to face it rationally and go home. But home is an extraordinary meaning for everyone.

Maybe decades later, she is already old, and she is walking with Zhou Pin in the small garden of Puhai. There are her family, children and lifelong memories, but the place that is called home, and the place where she dreams back at midnight will always be Han Jiachong, a small mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is still the house where her parents are, and that is her home.

At this time, the work outside was nearing the end, and Zhou Pinzheng's help came to an end, so he familiarly fetched a basin of water to wash his hands and change his clothes - no way, the suit coat on his body was ruined, it was still woollen, and it was covered with pig feces, and the smell was ...... There is no dry cleaner here, so he can only make do and wash, and as for whether he shrinks or does not shrink and does not change his shape, he can only be glad that his clothes are spare, otherwise he will not be able to borrow them - no one has his shape.