When Yang Ruoqing delivered the dumplings to Aunt Osmanthus's house, she just caught up with their family to have dinner around the stove room.

There is a soybean oil lamp lit on the side of the pot, and two clay bowls are placed on the side, and a little vegetable is contained at the bottom of the bowl.

It's so dark that I can't tell what it is.

"Aunt Osmanthus, are you eating? Just now, I'm here to deliver dumplings to you! ”

"Ah, dumplings? It's a rarity! ”

Osmanthus hurriedly put down the chopsticks in her hand and took the dumplings handed over by Yang Ruoqing.

The white and fragrant dumplings were all pretty, and several of the osmanthus family came over, and they were so hungry that they drooled.

"This dumpling is so beautiful, it smells good. Qing'er, send us so much, do you have enough to eat at home? Osmanthus asked.

"It's enough, auntie, you eat first, there are still two bowls of these bowls, I have to hurry to send them to Aunt Dayun and Luo Blacksmith's house." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Haole, it's dark and the road is slippery, let Uncle Chang Geng send you?"

Osmanthus asked, and Chang Geng, who was squatting at the stove and pulling the wild vegetable porridge, immediately put down the bowl and stood up.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "No need, you can walk the road in the village with your eyes closed." ”

Yang Ruoqing sent the dumplings to Aunt Dayun's house again, and Dayun's family ate and washed their feet and climbed into bed.

Yang Ruoqing didn't enter the house, so she gave the dumplings to Dayun in the yard.

"During this time, I was busy with the autumn harvest and planting rape and wheat, and I didn't have time to roll dumplings, and your younger brothers and sisters were clamoring for tooth sacrifices. Now it's okay, get up early tomorrow morning to see this dumpling, I don't know what kind of happiness I want to be! Da Yun took Yang Ruoqing's hand and said with a smile.

Give people roses, and there is a lingering fragrance in your hands.

Hearing Aunt Da Yun say this, Yang Ruoqing was also very happy.

"There aren't many dumplings, so I can only taste them for my younger siblings. Auntie, then I'll go first! ”

"Okay, be careful on the way, I'll wash the dishes and send them over tomorrow." Da Yun sent Yang Ruoqing to the gate of the courtyard.

"It's okay, auntie, go back to the house!" Yang Ruoqing waved her hand at the big cloud from afar, and her figure disappeared into the night.

"This girl, she is really capable, Shuzhen is blessed!" Dayun muttered and turned back to the courtyard.

The last bowl was sent to Tang Yanzi.

Changping Village is very large, from this end of the village to the other end of the village, you have to work hard for three bowls of tea.

Lao Yang's house is in the northernmost part of the village, while Luo's blacksmith's house is under the old maple tree in the south of the village.

Yang Ruoqing walked all the way, and the people in the courtyards on both sides were basically lying down, blinded by the black lights.

The walls of these yellow mud houses are really not sound insulation.

In some people's houses, there was also the sound of women "shouting kang".

"Shouting kang" is a local vernacular, translated into a modern word, that is, "calling".

Yang Ruoqing buried her head in the road, but pursed her lips and snickered.

In this rural mountain village in ancient times, the spiritual life was barren, and there were even fewer entertainment hobbies.

As soon as the sky is dark, the lights are blowing, men and women are burrowing into the bed, and if they don't make a little mess of that little thing between men and women, wouldn't it be boring to have a long night?

Hurrying slowly, I finally saw the old maple tree at the south end of the village.

Under the maple tree, the small farmhouse with three thatched houses and a fence courtyard wall is the blacksmith's house.

The three low rooms were pitch black, but there was still a faint light in an even lower thatched hut next to the house.

Yang Ruoqing walked over and patted the fence door.

A tall figure came out of the small room with the firelight, and Yang Ruoqing recognized it as Luo Fengtang at a glance.

"Who?" He stood at the door of the hut and asked towards the fence door.

"Tang Yanzi, I am the fat girl of the old Yang family."

Fat girl?

Luo Fengtang was stunned.

Thinking that he had misheard, he raised his hand and patted his cheek, which was a little hot.

"Tang Yanzi, what are you doing? Open the door quickly, my mother will send me to bring something to your house. ”

Through a fence door, Yang Ruoqing clearly saw Tang Lingzi at the door of the house, and did not come to open the door, but stood there and patted his own face.

This kid, why is he like a goose?

Yang Ruoqing was wondering, and the people over there finally moved.

Luo Fengtang rushed to the back of the door with an arrow step, and opened the fence door with a creak.

The moon hung in the treetops, and the bright moonlight sprinkled down, he saw it clearly, standing at the door with a basket of female babies, it was really a fat girl!

"Fat, fat, why are you, why are you here?"

Luo Fengtang looked down at the female baby in front of him, who was a lot shorter than himself, and his heart was inexplicably short of breath.

"My mother made dumplings, let me bring you a bowl to try it. What about Uncle Luo? Lie down? Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

"Well, I took the medicine and lay down."

Luo Fengtang said in a sullen voice, thinking of something, his tall body opened sideways, making way for Yang Ruoqing.

"Come in and sit!"

"Uncle Luo is lying down, I won't go in and bother him, Tang Yanzi, you find a bowl, I'll pour the dumplings to you, I still have to go home." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Oh, the bowl, the bowl is in ......"

Yang Ruoqing saw that Luo Fengtang was stunned again, and smiled helplessly, "Where is your stove?" ”

"That ......," he said, pointing to the still lit room.

Yang Ruoqing took a step and walked straight towards the stove room of Luo Blacksmith's house.

This kid is stupid, she can't come back to her senses after asking something for a long time, so she better do it herself!

Walking into the stove room of the old Luo family, I was startled by the scene in front of me at a glance.

Next to the mottled wall, there is a stove, a single pot, and the chimney is crooked and skewed, looking like it is about to collapse.

Inside the stove, the smoky, yellow mud walls were pitch black!

In the pot outside, all the dirty dishes and chopsticks after eating were piled up inside, scooped up and half drowned, and rice grains, wild vegetables, and medicine residues were scattered everywhere on the stove!

A sour smell, the bitter smell of the combined medicine permeated everywhere, pungent and unpleasant.

Fortunately, now that the solar term is getting colder, it is about to enter winter, and if it is left in summer, I am afraid that the flies and mosquitoes in a village will have to come here!

That's not all, on the ground, I'm afraid it hasn't been swept for ten days and a half, right?

There were also piles of rabbit sets, wild boar sets, as well as messy bamboo wire knives and other hunting utensils.

Can't get off your feet!

In the corner of the wall, a bamboo has just been broken, and there is a firewood knife next to it.

"Fat girl, wait a minute, I'll find you a bowl."

Luo Fengtang followed, spoke, rushed to the side of the cupboard, and pulled it away.

The dust mixed with the musty smell came to his face, choking Luo Fengtang a few times.

"Tang Yanzi, are you okay?" Yang Ruoqing turned her head and asked.

Luo Fengtang blushed and waved his hand: "The cupboard hasn't been opened for a long time, I'm afraid there are no bowls." There is it in the pot! ”

He turned around and came to the pot table, and when he looked at the dishes and chopsticks kept in the pot, he was also dumbfounded.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head secretly, there is no woman in charge of a family, this life is really a mess!

"Tang Lingzi, you've found a bowl, you put away the dumplings and eat them hot tomorrow morning."

Yang Ruoqing said, looking at the only pot, is it dirty like that? What's hot?

Luo Fengtang was so embarrassed that he stood by the stove with his head down, eager to find a crack in the ground to drill.

(My dear, I wish you a happy New Year's Day, and all the best for the new year!) There will be New Year's Day benefits later.! ）