Recently, the weather in Xinyang is not very good, or it can be said that Xinyang in winter, Xinyang in winter, Xinyang's winter, temper is not very good, it belongs to the type of extra-irritable. Sometimes on a whim, a strong wind blows you and makes your clothes hang on the hanger outside the house are blown away by surprise, and they are separated from you from the end of the world; Sometimes it is suddenly very sad, and it rains for as little as seven or eight hours, or as long as three or five days of rain around the clock, although it is not like the spring rain in March and April, but at this time it rains, combined with the low cold temperature, people can't help but wrap in a heavier coat.

Fortunately, when the year was approaching, the weather stabilized, and the sun, which had not been seen for a long time, also loved and dedicated itself to bring a faint warm light to everyone. Clear skies, spotlessly clean and as clean as if freshly washed. The gray-black clouds that used to be like peek-a-boo are now hidden deeply, so that people can't see them in the blink of an eye.

Today, Ning Zhichu and his sister would rather have a more important task, that is, to paste brand new Spring Festival couplets at home. Originally, according to the old tradition, girls were not allowed to touch this kind of thing. However, in the new century, these customs left over from history began to slowly dissipate if they were impractical.

"Brother, have you cooked the batter?"

Just tore off all the old Spring Festival couplets inside and outside the house, and Ning Zhichu asked Ning Zhichu while cleaning the scraps of paper scattered on the floor.

In the corner of the open space not far from the door, Ning Zhichu simply built an earthen stove with stones that could be found everywhere. An old pot was placed on top of the earthen stove, and below it was a firewood that would never stop his life. There is rotten rice, flour and some water in the pot, and I am preparing to boil these into a rather viscous batter, and when the time comes, I will rub it on the place where the spring couplets are pasted, and then paste the spring couplets on it, so that it will not fall off all year round.

"Ahem, ahem... It's almost ....... ahem, ahem, ahem......."

A gust of wind suddenly blew over, blowing the smoke towards Ning Zhichu by the way. Ning Zhichu didn't pay attention, and he was choked by the pungent smoke, and his eyes kept holding tears.

"Rely on demons."

Ning Zhichu wiped the tears that flowed from his eyes because of the automatic protection mechanism, and cursed a foul word. In the past, when there were no gas canisters and they had to rely on firewood for cooking, housewives often suffered from this sudden pain.

Ning Ke, who had successfully retired from the historical stage and became garbage, heard his brother's scolding, rushed over to find out, and quickly understood from his brother's actions, "Brother, what's wrong?" Smoked to the eyes? Or I'll do it. ”

Ning Zhichu waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry about this. You go and take out all the Spring Festival couplets I bought before, and then prepare a loofah that doesn't wash dishes, and in another ten minutes, this batter can stick to the Spring Festival couplets. ”

The loofah is a mesh fiber in the ripe loofah, which can be used instead of sponges and dish towels to clean dishes, chopsticks and kitchen utensils. Loofah, as the saying goes, is called vegetable melon. The loofah is waiting for the vegetable melon to be ripe, picked and exposed to the sun to remove the skin and expose the reticular fibers inside. After a few days of exposure, the water has been dried, and the fibers will not break off quickly, and the loofah will be formed.

Generally speaking, children in the city rarely have the opportunity to see this. On the other hand, children in the countryside will slowly come into contact with them when they are seven or eight years old. After all, in the countryside, parents will let their children help with housework, and at the age of seven or eight years old, you can just use a loofah to wash dishes without breaking the porcelain bowl and soup spoon.

"Okay then." Ning Zhichu insisted on his opinion, knowing that his brother was trying not to let the smoke spoil her, so he had to go into the house with appreciation and go to get the Spring Festival couplets that Ning Zhichu had just bought back a few days ago.

Ning's father, who was standing on the side, was originally worried that the two children would not do well, but when he saw Ning Zhichu's impressive work, he put his mind at ease, picked up his hoe, and went to the eggplant field to take care of the eggplant, hoping to sell it at a good price around the New Year. And Ning's mother took a shift today and went to Xinpu Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital to take care of Ning Wendong.

After about a few minutes, Ning Zhichu opened the lid of the pot and found that the rotten rice, flour and water that had just been put in had turned into a viscous paste. Ning Zhichu thought about it, picked up the shovel, tried it, and found that the viscosity was enough, so he lifted the pot with both hands and poured the paste in the pot into the bucket prepared on the side.

When all the paste in the pot went into the bucket, Ning Zhichu just wanted to put the pot back in its place, but at this time, he saw that it was still very prosperous when it slowly turned into charcoal, so he called Ning Kedao, "Coco, bring a few sweet potatoes." The charcoal fire of this wooden block is quite strong, and you can also burn a few sweet potatoes. ”

"Huh, sweet potato? I'll get it. ”

Ning obediently took 6 sweet potatoes of different sizes, on the way to the earthen stove, because Ning Ke's palm was small, she greedily took so many sweet potatoes of different sizes, basically it can be said that she will drop a sweet potato after walking three or four steps, and then she can only bend down to pick it up.

"You're too greedy, aren't you?"

Ning Zhichu, who felt angry and funny, walked over when he saw this, came to Ning Ke's side, knocked Ning Ke's little head, and then leaned down and picked up the sweet potato that had fallen to the ground.

In the face of my brother's fried head chestnuts, I could only pretend to be stupid, and smiled hehehe, "I don't like to eat it, hurry, I want to eat this red one, and that one." I don't want to be white. ”

"You still pick a sweet potato, isn't this white sweet potato quite crispy?"

Ning Zhichu carefully used a wooden strip to remove the charcoal blocks to form a pit, and at the same time put the sweet potatoes into the pit. After waiting for the sweet potatoes to be put in place, the charcoal blocks were pulled back, so that the sweet potatoes were covered with hot charcoal all around.

"Red sweet potatoes are sweeter, but white sweet potatoes are not very sweet."

Ning Ke frowned and explained to Ning Zhichu why she liked to eat red sweet potatoes and didn't like white places. It seems that no matter how old a girl is, she is a sweet tooth and has no resistance to sweets.

"Okay, be careful if you eat too much, you'll fart."

After covering all the sweet potatoes with charcoal, Ning Zhichu stood up and touched Ning Ke's head lovingly. Then, Ning Zhichu lifted the bucket containing the paste and said, "Let's go, while the paste has not cooled down and lost its viscosity, let's hurry up and paste the Spring Festival couplets." ”

"I hate it, you're a stinky fart."

Rather than pay attention to the image, when he heard his brother's bad words, he immediately returned to his brother. However, in her heart, what she thought was that she would have to eat one less later, or if she didn't really fart at night, it would be really embarrassing.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was already close to the direction of the West Mountain, and the sunlight was slanting far away, and the figures of one big and one small were stretched long in the sunlight.