However, repairing a house is definitely not a trivial task.

Dig the foundation, find a craftsman, invite Qiu'er, this pot stove, the craftsman's food and tea. Sell meat and rice.

Also, ask someone to help with the cooking.

As soon as the Qin family repairs the house, the village may also leave messages at that time, such a poor household actually repairs the house, and when the time comes, I am afraid that some people will come to the door to find the two orphan girls.

Qin Mo speculated carefully that there was such a little worry in it.

So, where is a house so easy to build!

In fact, the time of Qin Mo's plan was the beginning of spring, when the weather warmed up and people were in good spirits.

As the saying goes, the plan of the year lies in the spring, and the heart feels warm.

Moreover, this winter is about to reach the end of the year, and many people are reluctant to come out to work, so at this time, it is cold, I am afraid that not so many people are willing to come out, and they can't find anyone who pays for it.

Everybody's going to celebrate the New Year...

Even Chishui Village, which has experienced the baptism of today's natural disaster, as soon as it is said that it is approaching the end of the year, every household will come out with a lively and festive scene.

From the head of the village to the end of the village, the howl of the slaughtering of pigs at home can be heard every three or five days, and bacon and game are dried in some yards.

Chunhua's husband also hung a tiger skin outside the yard, and it is said that he went to catch it with a few people in the village the month before, and the meat was divided.

This Chunhua's husband contributed the most, so he got this tiger skin back.

This tiger skin is really valuable, even if Qin Mo was not born in ancient times, he knew that if this tiger skin was sold to a rich family, he would not say anything about it.

Therefore, as long as the Chunhua family has this tiger skin, they can have a good year.

Aunt Yang's chicken has one or two catties of chickens, and at present, a few chickens have been killed, skinned, and then dried at the door.

Wobbly on top of a long bamboo pole.

In addition to meat, every household also gets vegetables, early in the morning the green cabbage leaves of the big nest are removed, washed, passed in hot water, with a large vat, the scalded vegetables are firmly pressed into a jar and a half jar, and then tied with sycamore leaves, pressed with two stones, if you want to eat one day, uncover this sycamore leaves, and fish out a ball from the vat.

Qin Mo also crossed over and learned that traditional sauerkraut was originally made like this.

Qin Mo also learned a little, the radishes he planted were unexpectedly more gratifying than the radishes in the surrounding vegetable gardens, with green leaves and large radish heads.

The people around me wondered.

And Qin Mo picked the leaves on the top of the radish, and also learned from those people to clean it, and then rolled it in hot water with a hot pot, bought a wooden barrel and came back, also castrated half a barrel, and a small basin, and put salt, this sauerkraut with salt, tasted like the winter vegetables sold in Qin Mo's modern market, Qin Mo estimated that on the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, he chopped this fine foam, and then bought a fresh fish back.

On the night of the thirtieth day, every household must have slaughtered pigs and geese, and Qin Mo planned to add a pot of sauerkraut fish.

This sauerkraut fish is delicious, I haven't eaten it for a long time, I've seen my mother make it many times before, but I am familiar with it but I haven't done it myself.

Made in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, give Xiangxiang a taste, this new taste of things, and myself, I also miss the taste of the past.

That is, there is more than (fish) every year.

No matter how poor these poor people are, Murakami's family is still good.

In the yellow attic, two red paper lanterns were hung in the morning.

Qin Mo heard that when there was a drought and starvation in Chishui Village, the only family that could afford to eat white rice was the village chief's family.

Every household at the head of the village and at the end of the village, before the end of the month, there are ancestors everywhere, go to the grave, the sound of firecrackers at the head of the grave, and the aroma of every household coming out of the kitchen, there is a smell of oil, and there is really a happy scene everywhere.

Those who went out to do business, some of them worked, and some of them came back from outside.

Many of the little girls have prepared festive red cotton jackets to wear in winter, and a family surnamed Huang in the village, two young people work in the town's textile factory all year round, and they are back today.

When I came back, I bought some sesame candy and took it out...

Wrapped in oiled paper, it was sent to the children in the village to eat, Xiangxiang ate it one day and went to the village to join in the fun, and when he came back, he was jumping and happy, with two pigtails on his head, and then, he gave Qin Mo half a piece of sesame candy wrapped in his mouth.

The intoxicated look, it seems, the sweetness of the sugar, as sweet as it gets, is as sweet as it gets.