The early morning of the May Festival is filled with the singing of birds and birds in the mountains, illuminated by the rising sun and the gentle mountain breeze, the mist that surrounds the village gradually recedes, and the small village of red and willow green appears under the blue sky and white clouds.

After a while, the sound of chickens and dogs barking came from the yards, people got up one after another to start their day's work, and smoke began to rise from the chimneys, showing a vibrant scene in the industrious Zhoujia Village.

Since today is May Day, it is a must to slaughter a large rooster. After Zhou Dingguo finished picking up the water, he took a kitchen knife and looked around the yard at the behest of his wife, at this time his main job was to find a fatter big rooster to kill and then coat the hair, but several big roosters in the yard looked similar, so it added a lot of difficulty to Zhou Dingguo's choice.

Suddenly, Zhou Dingguo's eyes lit up, and he saw a big rooster in the yard holding his head high, walking in a figure-eight step, and there was a circle of poultry around. In other words, this big rooster has colorful feathers, which is called a beautiful one.

But the word beautiful Zhou Dingguo is insulated from it, what he likes is the strong and fleshy rooster whose tail is about to rise to the sky, if he kills and eats meat, he can at least make three bowls of chicken stewed mushrooms, which can solve a lot of problems.

So Zhou Dingguo carried a kitchen knife and ran to fight chickens. It is said that the battle chicken is enjoying the feeling of the stars holding the moon at this time, and he saw the surrounding poultry "coaxing" to disperse.

The guy grinded his paws on the ground, and then sharpened his beak, intending to give the guy who had slapped himself in the face a few more paws. Who knew that when Lu Dao raised his head and just wanted to put it into action, he saw the male owner staring at him with a kitchen knife viciously, and his eyes were full of murderous aura.

This kind of eye fighting chicken is too familiar, every time the male owner sends such a look before, there is an innocent elder who falls under his kitchen knife, but I didn't expect it to be my turn today.

Seeing that the male owner was getting closer and closer, the battle chicken "oh" sounded, and with a strong claw, the two golden wings fluttered vigorously towards the sting, and before Zhou Dingguo approached, he flew to the chicken nest at once, and made a series of miserable "oh" sounds.

Seeing the big rooster flying to the chicken coop, Zhou Dingguo quit, if he couldn't even kill a chicken, he wouldn't be laughed to death by his wife and son? So Zhou Dingguo clenched the kitchen knife and followed the pursuit.

Although the fighting chicken has a trace of spirituality, after all, the foundation has not been laid, it is just a chicken. After exhausting his ability to dodge and fly, he was still caught by Zhou Dingguo.

Zhou Dingguo, who was tired and out of breath, went home and took a small bowl to enlarge it into the yard, grabbed the fighting chicken in one hand and lifted the kitchen knife in the other to slaughter.

The battle corns saw that the little life was about to end, and the "oh" made the most tragic cry in his life, which was definitely the same as the cry when he killed the fat pig during the New Year. was so shocked that Zhou Dingguo's hand loosened and hung the kitchen knife on his feet.

At this time, Zhou Yu had collected some mugwort and peach branches from the nearby hillside and was walking home, seeing that there were dozens of meters to get home, and suddenly a tragic rooster crow came from the front, making Zhou Yu's heart tremble. Hearing this cry as if it came from his own home, Zhou Yu's heart was cold, God, it can't be something wrong with the fighting chicken, right? So he trotted to the house.

As soon as Zhou Yu walked into the yard, he saw his father holding a kitchen knife in his hand and measuring it towards the neck of the fighting chicken, and there were words in his mouth: "If you make a strange noise to scare Lao Tzu, isn't it just a knife?" As for calling it so mad? ”

"Dad, slow down, that chicken can't be killed!"

Zhou Yu was shocked when he saw it, and hurriedly stopped his father.

"Why can't you kill? I'm still waiting for it to come out at noon today.,I see that this rooster is the fattest in the yard.,Don't kill it and kill that? ”

"Oh Dad, I'm not going to live in Pheasant Ridge in two days, and I won't be able to get up if I don't have a rooster crowing in the morning. I look pretty smart about this, and I made up my mind two days ago, so you can't kill it. ”

Zhou Dingguo glanced at his son suspiciously, didn't he hear that anyone has to rely on the rooster to crow in the morning? And this is a chicken, is there such a thing as an internal decision? But since my son has taken a fancy to this fucking rooster, let's spare it. "Okay, Xiaoyu, I'll leave it to you if you want to, but are you sure you want to use this rooster to crow to wake you up? Why do I think this is a bit unreliable? You didn't hear this rooster crowing just now, so what is it? It's clearly a rush! ”

Zhou Yu smiled and thought in his heart: "Your knife is on people's necks, and people still scream twice?" ”

After Zhou Yu rescued the fighting chicken, he was busy helping his mother wipe the dumpling leaves that had been boiled last night layer by layer, and then cut a few door monkeys with cardboard shells according to the paper pattern of the door monkey last year, and then tied it with mugwort and peach branches with muscula and peach branches and hung them on the door frame of the outer door. During this process, the fighting chicken kept following Zhou Yu's hind belly, and even Zhou Yu once went to the thatched house in the middle of the guy to follow in, so angry that Zhou Yu took off his shoes and drove it out.

After breakfast, Zhou Dingguo carried the fishing net to Zhou Dingbang's house to borrow a raft, and his mother cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and then prepared to start making zongzi in the yard.

I saw my mother spread out three or four reed leaves in her left hand, scooped up a handful of glutinous rice with her right hand, plus a few red dates, folded a few times up and down, left and right, pulled a horse lotus and tied it, and a tight big brown was wrapped.

After soaking glutinous rice overnight, sandwiching in a few large red dates, and wrapping them in verdant and tender green reed leaves, it is like wearing a spring dress.

Zhou Yu was idle on the side, watching his mother's movements, and felt that his mother was really amazing, why did he wrap the rice with so many folds of reed leaves? So Mao Sui recommended that he also try to pack a few of them.

Zhou Guilan is very patient with her son's affairs, afraid that her son will not talk about it over and over again, demonstrating, Zhou Yu also studied hard, but in the end, his hands were too stupid, either the reed leaves couldn't wrap the rice at all, or although they were barely wrapped together, they were either leaked here or broken there.

Zhou Guilan couldn't help but shake her head in disgust when she looked at her son's clumsy movements, and said to her son: "Xiaoyu, you still don't want to wrap it, the eggs, duck eggs and goose eggs haven't been washed yet, you go to the egg basket and pick out fifty eggs and twenty goose eggs, and then go to the jar of salted duck eggs to pick out thirty salted duck eggs and wash them, and then cook them in the pot later." ”

"Okay!" Zhou Yu happily answered and went to pick eggs.

It is said that boiled eggs on May Day were Zhou Yu's favorite when he was a child, because eggs were scarce at that time, and ordinary families were reluctant to eat them, and only on May Day they could eat enough. And for children, the most interesting thing about May Day is to top eggs.

Zhou Yu still remembers that when he was a child, he and Brother Da Biao and the three donkeys always got together to top eggs on the May Festival, and whoever lost had to learn to call a donkey.

To say that they are all from a village, the hardness of the eggs at home is about the same, and at the beginning there is really no way to tell a winner or loser, but the next two May Festivals are all won by three donkeys, and there is no way to run around the village with Brother Da Biao at the same time have to make a donkey sound in his mouth. The old and young masters of the whole village were panicked, and they were chased by the prince for two miles with a stick.

Later, the boss and himself finally figured out the reason for the loss, and the feeling was that the kid of the three donkeys learned a method from his aunt, that is, to boil eggs in the zongzi pot, and after the eggs were boiled in the zongzi pot, the sticky juice surface with a layer of glutinous rice became particularly hard, not to mention the broken eggs, even if a big goose egg was brought in, it could not withstand it.

Thinking of the interesting things when he was a child, Zhou Yu showed a warm smile on his face.

After the eggs were washed, Zhou Yu saw that he really couldn't help his mother, so he hummed a small tune and walked around.

There are almost no women on the village road, and it is estimated that they are all busy making zongzi at home, but there are many children, and their hands and feet are tied with colorful threads that symbolize happiness and peace. The whole village road is a happy children's paradise.