What are the conditions, eat so many hard dishes, ah? Song Fugui and several other men, with a smile on their faces, stared at the food with their throats moving, unable to control their saliva secretion.

Before I fled the famine, I couldn't eat such a meal.

At that time, I could stew a chicken, stew a fish, and use fine noodles to make dumplings during the New Year, and the family was not bad.

Look at the table that is put together right now, there are really a lot of meat dishes.

Song Fusheng came over and said, "Sit, why don't you dare to move chopsticks?" ”

Several men laughed and said:

"I don't know which one to eat."

"I haven't even seen it."

"Brother, you're right, I really don't dare to move, I don't have any oil and water in my stomach, and I'm afraid of diarrhea if I don't eat cold."

Song Fugui: "I never dared to think that I could eat such big fish and meat, I thought that I couldn't eat it before I died, so I could only hope that a few wilted bars of my family would be burned in the grave." ”

Grandpa Song glared when he heard this, he didn't wait for the New Year, he didn't wait to drink, he talked nonsense first.

Song Fugui also hurriedly snorted, smiling at Grandpa across the crowd.

Isn't this too emotional, such a hard dish, not to entertain others with a swollen face and pretend to be fat, just to enter your own stomach, but it's fantasy, like a dream.

"If you want me to say, let's all shout!"

What are you shouting, what's wrong, some people who came in later are very confused.

"Just shout, thank you grandpa for guarding our home, thank you Brother Fusheng for taking us to earn money, my heart, it's too uncomfortable not to shout."

It is estimated that there are too many uncomfortable people looking at the table full of hard dishes, so he really raised his hands and shouted inexplicably, "Thank you, Grandpa, thank you Brother Fusheng!" ”

Qian Mishou chewed the meat that his sister secretly fed in his mouth, raised his excited little face, and shouted with a bunch of babies: "Thank you, big brother Fusheng." ”

Qian Peiying sat down with a smile and approached her daughter to talk.

If you don't get closer, you can't listen, these people are pulling their necks and shouting.

And now it's not just thanks to her fathers, everyone is grateful.

Even the cattle shopkeeper fed the cows and horses very hard, and thanked them.

The cow shopkeeper came back from adding food to Xiaohong and fed an apple, and the little lady let her say that there was another one in the middle of the night. When he entered the house and saw such a lively scene, he also thanked him, and he expressed his heart for himself and Sizhuang.

Qian Peiying said to her daughter, "Look, after drinking for a while, you have to sing sister, you go forward boldly, you will be those two sentences, that sister has been singing by them and has been walking on the road, and she is tired enough." ”

"Hahaha," Song Lingling laughed in a small voice, while letting her milk eat roast duck skin, "Pi Xiang." ”

Mrs. Ma: Hey, there are so many dishes, this kid doesn't talk, but eats with a stuffy head. Besides, what is the fragrance of the skin, how can the skin have the smell of meat.

"Milk, I told you to eat roast duck on the way, I did it."

Mrs. Ma held the duck rack and nodded violently: Hi, the roast duck is fragrant, fragrant, I love this bite. The old lady also drank rice wine.

These ten dishes are for everyone to eat, and the vegetable soup in the Sixi balls is all dipped in dumplings.

Song Fuling heard many half-grown girls, and confessed to her during the banquet:

For the first time, let you eat in large quantities, not give meals.

If it's not during the Chinese New Year, they will be scolded because of who eats more meat and less meat, and some will be beaten on the head with chopsticks.

The sisters told Song Fuling: "Since you have a fat girl, you don't get beaten, you are being beaten by the third uncle and the third aunt and your grandmother, and these girls are rarely beaten and scolded, thank you sister." ”

Song Fuling could only persuade what she could say after hearing this: "Don't eat too much, we still have dumplings in the middle of the night." ”

Dumplings in the middle of the night, that is called a new year, alternating between the old and the new.

People here also call the New Year's dumplings "Wan Wan Shun." ”

And not only boil dumplings, but also cook noodles, which is called gold ingots strung with gold thread.

This meal lasted for an hour and a half, which is an hour according to modern time, which shows how lively the banquet is.

Even Song Fuling has so many sisters who talk to her heart, not to mention Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng had already memorized who was in a mess, and he didn't stop talking to him, and he was confessing to him with the strength of wine.

Tell him about the hard days of the past.

I told him how unimaginable my current life is, and how much I hope that the Fusheng brothers will always take them with them. Backwards, point where to hit.

Some of the men raised their glasses when they heard Song Fusheng say: "The good days have just begun, the green mountains are here, and the people are not old." At this time next year, prove to the sky, to the earth, and to the people around you that relying on your hands, it will get better and better every year. "I was so excited that I almost burst into tears.

Grandpa Song looked at the rows of children, and choked with laughter several times.

Hearing these children, they memorized the three-character scripture in unison and rushed to write on the blackboard with chalk.

Later, the three-hour dinner ended, and everyone also went out to watch the high-speed rail head they boxed, competed in goat jumping, and push-ups.

Otherwise, the women would not have been able to clean up the table.

This large group of people's rice bowls and vegetable plates have to be brushed for a while.

But if someone asks the women if they are tired, they will roll out the skin and make dumplings later.

They will laugh and tell you, "Not tired, tired from such a good meal?" ”

Song Fusheng, who was drinking with a flushed face, burned the fire wall in the chili room, and took advantage of no one to make dumplings to listen to his daughter's speech.

He hugged Qian Peiying, exhaled the smell of wine, and had to dance with difficulty in the narrow pepper field.

Dancing and singing:

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, even if the mountains are high and the water is deep.

Hey, hey, hey, can't stop me from running forward.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, the vast unknown journey, I want to face my life seriously. ”

Qian Peiying laughed and hugged Song Fusheng back: "Dad, your song is not good, the two of us are jumping like stepping on a landmine." ”

I can't sleep during the New Year.

Qian Mishou was holding a popsicle that had melted into soup in both hands, forgot to eat it, nodded sleepily, and was woken up by Mrs. Ma.

Mrs. Ma also snatched the little baby's popsicle, licked the soup, and gave it to Mi Shou again.

Mi Shou instinctively took the popsicle and stuffed it into his mouth to bite.

Here, all families are like this, and they are also accustomed to keeping the New Year in the New Year.

For example, Lu Pan, he is used to it.

Especially when his father asked, "Haven't you ever looked at any girl?" Can't look down on any of them? He was even more agitated, and the only remaining bit of sleepiness disappeared, and his expression remained unchanged, "No." ”

And the jewels in the city are looking at the sky a little bright, and it's the first day of the new year.

She was extremely reluctant to blow out the zodiac lanterns hanging in the courtyard, and thanked Miss Song for bringing her such a big surprise.

Before the lantern was blown out, Baozhu heard that the street seemed to suddenly become very noisy, and there were many voices of officials.

Her family lives on the next street.

"Brother? Brother, don't be confused, go out and have a look. ”

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, I heard why someone was arguing about why he snatched the red lantern and so on."

In the morning, Mi Shou and Song Fuling were still catching up on sleep, and Mrs. Ma also felt that she had only squinted for a while. The dim sum shop is not open today, she can finally relax and rest, and when she opened in the second day of junior high school tomorrow, she heard the sound of talking in the yard, as if it was an outsider.

The old lady squinted her eyes while brushing her hair with her hands, pushed open the door and went out to ask, "Who's coming?" We can't visit the house or entertain guests during the New Year. ”

Song Fusheng looked back: "There are many officials in the city, let everyone in the village cross the bridge, and none of them can be burned." ”

Grandpa Song was very flustered, it was the official who came to inform him just now, with a solemn face.