The shot is a hundred boxes of sky-shaking thunder, this spirit is somewhat like how the nouveau riche looks like the nouveau riche.

Of course, I'm a nouveau riche, hahaha!

When he went home last year, he didn't have tens of thousands of yuan in his hand, and now, the deposit in his bank card is already tens of millions.

The stall owner helped move the goods to Sang Zhiheng's pickup truck, and happily took the money handed over by Sang Zhiheng.

"The money is just right, the boss will come to me when he buys firecrackers in the future, and I will give you the lowest price." The stall owner began to put on a close, handing over his business card by the way.

Sang Zhiheng nodded with a smile, and said in his heart that he is now the CEO of two registered companies, but he doesn't even have a business card, so it seems that he has to print some of them.

Back home, Zhiheng Niang looked at a truckload of earth-shattering thunder, and she was very sorry for money.

"Zhiheng, are you planning to buy next year's firecrackers back? That's a waste, isn't it? ”

"Mom, July 15 is so important on our side, I, as a descendant, can't disgrace our old Sang family."

"That's too showy, you, you, hey." Zhiheng Niang was a little helpless.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of July, and the tribute on the table of the family hall will be prepared.

At noon, Sang Shoucheng instructed Zhu Lao Liu to take care of the orchard, and he came down from the mountain.

On the 15th day of July, the ancestors should be invited home to see how the future generations are doing, and the offerings in this hall should be checked by themselves.

For lunch, a family of three sat around the dining table.

"Fry vegetables at night, are you two busy?" Sang Shoucheng picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of wine.

Sang Zhiheng grabbed a fire with one hand, held chopsticks in the other, and picked up a mouthful of food.

The lunch of the Sang family is very simple, a large pot of eggplant stewed mackerel, and a few fires.

The smell of the fire made by the Qi family in Taizi Village is very fragrant, and when Sang Zhiheng used to go to college in Beijing, he ran all over Beijing and did not find an authentic fire shop.

There are many ways to burn Qilu, with stuffing without filling, fried and baked. In Qilu fire, the more famous ones like Fanzhen fire, Zibo fire, Qingdao fire, etc., are very delicious.

The fire made by the Qi family belongs to a branch of Fan Zhen fire, which divides the noodles into agents, and then kneads them into a round ball, and rolls them into round cakes with a rolling pin. Touch sesame oil, peanut oil, salt, sprinkle with sesame seeds, and put it on an iron pot to sear. After both sides are baked and the ground is hardened, then put the round cake in the drawer of the fire oven and bake, turn it over in three or four minutes, turn it twice, and the fire is baked.

The freshly baked fire is fragrant, not to mention the food, just eating the fire can make people fragrant to death.

When Sang Zhiheng was young, if he was sick and didn't want to eat, Zhiheng Niang would dig up a gourd scoop of wheat, go to the Qijia fire shop to replace a few fires, and when he came back, Sang Zhiheng would eat happily.

Now that the conditions are good, Sang Zhiheng wants to eat fire, and it is no problem to eat every day.

Hearing Sang Shoucheng ask himself about the fried vegetables tonight, Zhi Hengniang said: "I'm busy myself, it's hot, and I don't fry much, just enough for the offerings." Just fry a plate of lotus root box, a plate of tofu box, a plate of potato box, a plate of eggplant box, a plate of Tsubaki sprouts, and a plate of daylily. ”

While listening to what his wife said, Sang Shoucheng counted in his heart, and after watching his wife finish speaking, he nodded and said: "There are six fried dishes, plus double chicken, double fish, and a knife ceremony, this is eleven plates, and then put our grapes and peaches, this is thirteen plates, plus four plates of dumplings, seventeen plates." Hey, Zhiheng, you can buy a few fruits in the supermarket later, and make twenty plates. ”

Sang Zhiheng thought to himself, why bother going to the supermarket, there are still pears and apricots in his space that have not been picked, and they are just right to be offering.

"Okay."

Zhiheng Niang suddenly remembered and said, "By the way, your sister will send a box of apples, and you don't need to buy apples." ”

Sang Zhiheng calculated in his heart, if he didn't need to buy apples, it would basically be enough for twenty dishes.

"Boss, let's put twenty plates, isn't it a bit too ostentatious?"

When Sang Shoucheng heard this, he looked at his wife with eyes and said, "What's this swagger?" During the Chinese New Year, I went to Sang Shouliang's house to kowtow, and there were twenty-four dishes on top of his house. ”

When Zhi Hengniang heard this, she muttered: "People are village party secretaries, can we compare with others?" ”

"Are we still competing with him? Cut, Sang Shouliang can compare with our Zhiheng, he thinks beautifully. ”

Zhiheng could hear that his father was very proud of himself.

"By the way, Dad, in the afternoon, our chickens should still look for me Uncle Shouhai?"

The custom here in Gangcheng County, the offerings placed on the table in the family hall have to be dealt with. This treatment is to kill the rooster and pluck the feathers, take out the five internal organs, and then stuff the two wings of the rooster into the place under the neck of the chicken, and then take it out from the mouth, and bend the two small wings out from both sides of the chicken's mouth. At the same time, cut off the tendons on the bend of the chicken thigh, pin the chicken shank up, and grasp it on the back of the chicken. After this, a big rooster can be processed and squatted on the plate with its head held high, which looks very energetic and imposing. This is a handicraft job, and there are only a few people in a village who know how to do chickens.

Sang Shouhai, the neighbor of Sang Zhiheng's family, has been very clever since he was a child, and his other chickens are very upright, which has won Sang Shoucheng's praise.

"Yes, I can see Uncle Shouhai's other chickens in our village."

After lunch, Sang Zhiheng's family began to work separately.

Sang Shoucheng's main job is to go to the orchard on the mountain to watch, and he occasionally goes to the construction site to see the progress of the construction site, chat with Qi Zihong, and cheer Lalagua.

After Zhi Hengniang finished lunch and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, she began to prepare for the fried dishes in the evening. The white lotus root for the lotus root box has been washed, the tofu for the tofu box is ready, and the eggplant for the eggplant box has to be prepared.

And Sang Zhiheng, holding two big roosters, went to his neighbor Sang Shouhai's house.

Of course, these two roosters are not his eight pets. His eight pet chickens were brought out of the space, how could he kill them casually.

However, it is definitely not right to carry two chickens to kill, followed by eight chickens.

Let those eight chickens see the scene of the slaughter of their kind, it will definitely cause serious damage to their fragile hearts, how can they be willing to do it?

Besides, I still have a chicken who can talk in the fourth-level aura space, how can I bear to kill him?

So, when his pet chicken walked to the gate, Sang Zhiheng returned and scolded loudly: "They are all at home and are not allowed to follow me." ”

He knew that his chickens could understand what he was saying.

Quan Huang and Bai were scolded by the owner, so they honestly watched the house at home.

When he came to Sang Shouhai's house with a chicken, he saw that Sang Shouhai was killing his rooster.

"Uncle Shouhai, I'm in trouble."

Sang Shouhai saw that Zhiheng was coming, so he hurriedly threw down the work in his hand, and said with a smile: "What are you talking about, let's use it for this point, if you don't use your uncle, you will look down on your uncle." Okay, I'll give you no chickens first. ”

When Sang Zhiheng heard this, he hurriedly said: "Don't, you can don't talk about your first." ”

"No, my family doesn't support my ancestors, and my family supports your third grandfather's house. The chickens I killed were eaten by myself, and I would pluck them carefully later. ”

"Oh, okay, then it's troublesome."

"Look at this kid, he's talking out of sight again."

Sang Shouhai took the chicken in Zhiheng's hand, quickly wiped the knife on his neck, and then pinched the chicken's neck and dripped the chicken's blood into a bowl.

Sang Zhiheng took out a box of yellow crane towers from his pocket, opened it and pulled out one.

"No, Zhiheng is busy in my hands."

Zhiheng said with a smile: "Aren't you still idle when you're busy in your hands." As he spoke, he put the cigarette on Sang Shouhai's mouth and lit it.

Then, Sang Zhiheng stuffed the box of yellow crane towers into Sang Shouhai's pocket.

"Zhiheng, look, look, this, this cigarette is so expensive, look at you."

This time Sang Shouhai remembered that he wanted to take the cigarette out of his pocket, but he was still busy in his hand, so if he didn't take it, he would give such a heavy gift to kill a chicken for his neighbor, and he felt that it was inappropriate, so he was a little anxious.

"Uncle, it's nothing in my hands, you can take it."

Sang Zhiheng said so, so Sang Shouhai smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Then, even if you are a nephew's filial uncle." ”

After putting all the blood of a chicken, Sang Shouhai casually threw the dried chicken into the middle of the yard.

Then he drained the blood of the other chicken.

"Take it home, let your mother put two chili peppers, fry them, it tastes very good."

Stir-fried chicken blood with chili, this is a good dish, Sang Zhiheng likes this bite.

"Hey, uncle, this tastes right."

Sang Shouhai wiped his hands, then brought a heart-burning kettle, poured a pot of water, and asked while making a fire: "Zhiheng, you did a good job this year when you came back." ”

Sang Zhiheng calculated, indeed, he has been back for almost a year. I came back last year when it was almost winter, and now it's autumn.

"It's okay, it's more comfortable than messing around outside."

"Hey, it's easy for this literate person to make money, unlike your uncle, who can only exert effort on others."

Sang Zhiheng saw at this time that he seemed to be the only one in Sang Shouhai's house, so he asked, "Uncle, you are not bad." Hey, why didn't you see my aunt and my brother? ”

"Your aunt and your brother have gone to the market and are coming back soon. I said Zhiheng, how much money did you make this year? ”

Sang Zhiheng smiled and replied, "Eighty thousand." ”

Sang Shouhai made the stove, stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, gave Sang Zhiheng a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "Niu, Zhiheng, you are the pride of our Sang family!" ”