The green mountains are here, the people are not old, and they are getting better and better every year.

Song Fusheng was still hot when he encouraged everyone, so it was cold.

As soon as they gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, everyone made a lot of determination, and after a day of landlord's life, they ate a meal of big fish and meat, not counting oil, not counting grain, and then returning to the eight generations of poor peasants.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it should be the day to eat dumplings.

Big ingots, roll in.

The women silently picked up the curtained dumplings that had been wrapped earlier, one by one, and silently brought them to the snow table made of snow.

Don't eat it.

Yesterday thirty, I only ate so many good ones, and my stomach was full of oil and water, and I could be very good for a while.

Put the dumplings out and keep them on the freeze.

In the future, if the babies are hungry, they will cook two or three dumplings to satisfy their hunger.

In the stove room, the person in charge of making a big pot of rice is boiling cornmeal porridge.

Drink some porridge and eat pickles, which means that you can get it at once, but you don't work.

The oven room had long since stopped, and the cake chefs who came in later were wiping the whisks and scrubbing the empty steamers inside and out.

Erya, Daya, Taohua, Song Yinfeng, Zhu, and Li Xiu, several of them are handling milk.

A few big cows don't care if your store stops or not, it comes out as usual, can't you panic if you don't get milk?

Several old cake chefs worked as usual, boiling milk and vinegar, filtering milk with gauze, squeezing the remaining ** residue in the gauze after filtration, and squeezing it into a round cake ball.

Six people, busy with sweat.

Especially Li Xiu, she is rushing to do it.

It's not that she's earning performance, she's afraid that she'll be cranky and anxious when she's idle.

The days are just a little hopeful, the house has not been built yet, and her family treasures and books still know the positive and negative, which is done again.

Before, Li Xiu was taken home by Song Fuling and let her rest.

Last night's New Year's Eve was watched, and today I didn't see each other, but Li Xiu was not sleepy, making clothes for Baozi, and his hand was pricked with blood. I couldn't sit still, so I took advantage of Song Fuling not looking at her and came to work again.

On the kang of Mrs. Ma's house, there were eight old ladies lying on the brush at this time.

They were all looking at the roof with their eyes open, wondering what they were thinking.

Early in the morning, when they heard the news and were not allowed to enter the city to do business in the past few days, the eight old ladies only felt that the sky was falling.

Isn't this asking for their lives, if they don't earn money for a day, then they can't feel uncomfortable?

And it's all already booked out, and it's clear that it's almost a trembling, done, and delivered to the buyer, and the rest of the money can be earned, so let them spit it out?

This is really the first day of the Lunar New Year, cold, a thunderclap, and they are flustered.

I feel unacceptable, I was fine yesterday, but I gave a letter in advance.

But right now, at this moment, the eight old ladies are already thinking in their hearts that they can let them go into the city to earn money after the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, right? You can't make any more stubble, right?

And those shops.

Alas, it felt as if a child had been thrown out, and it was separated by the city gate on both sides, and I was very worried about it.

If you can't pay for the goods, it is equivalent to owing money everywhere, and if you owe money, can people let their "children" go? The key is that people can't explain it well.

As soon as the city gate was closed, it was as if someone had trapped his hands and feet.

The seven old ladies who delivered the cake were all on fire, not to mention Mrs. Ma.

"Milk, take the handle."

Several old ladies hurriedly got up, and they all climbed over from the kang to help pick up the buckets.

Song Fuling made porridge and sent it over.

handed over the porridge bucket, his tired arm was sore, and he shook his arm: "It's cold outside, you can sit on the kang and eat." Milk, you haven't eaten since the morning, drink two bowls quickly. ”

"Really?" Mrs. Ma was puzzled. Well? Why are you so weird, not hungry at all, and have no memory of whether you have eaten or not.

"What's going on with your father, he hasn't slowed down. His small body is not as good as my old wife, and he doesn't carry the cold at all. ”

Song Fuling told the old lady: "He said that his hands were itchy and he was in a hurry, and my mother wanted to rub him with ginger, but he left, saying that he was going to meet my uncle and them at the entrance of the village." ”

When Mrs. Tian heard this, she put down her job bowl and immediately lost her appetite. Her son is still outside, how can he have the heart to drink porridge:

"Isn't it? Xifa is straight-eyed, nursery rhyme town is not open but home, he is good, designated to wait there. All of you who went so far to Fengtian City have come back, and it is dark this day, but there is no sign of those who are close to them. ”

As she was talking, she didn't carry it, and Tian Pozi heard her son's movements, and hurriedly got off the kang, and was about to go out to see before the upper of the shoe was raised.

The news brought by Tian Xifa's group was the same.

didn't enter the city, it was really frozen, waiting in line in that dead eye.

And what is worse than Song Fusheng is that not only did they not touch the city gate, but they were also beaten.

Who was beaten? Song Fugui.

Song Fugui thought about it and asked, if there is any hope to go in, there is no hope to go home, don't wait stupidly, just cut the line.

Unexpectedly, the family that was cut in line shouted and reported: Someone cut in line, he is not a slave of my family.

The guards of the city disliked Song Fugui being too capable of wrapping up, so he was furious, and while dragging Song Fugui by the collar of his neck, he pulled Song Fugui out of the team, and scolded:

"It's not a good thing to see you, hurry up and get out of here. We're too busy with this normal trial, are you blind? If you dare to mess up again, Lao Tzu will lock you up. ”

Song Fugui was a little unconvinced.

Is he a serious person, and he carries a certificate of protection in his arms.

Official, how can you scold me for not being a good thing without reading the Gu Bao book.

That's how you judge people? Look at the face review?

Song Fugui had too much activity in his heart, and he didn't hide it on his face, so he was a little unconvinced.

The official looked at it, oops, you are quite good? Without saying a word, he kicked Song Fugui's feet, and then shook a big mouth.

Immediately, he convinced Song Fugui.

Song Fugui covered his face with his hands: "Brother Fusheng, Ming'er will send me another county, I'm afraid that the city guards will recognize me, and they won't let us enter the city." ”

Song Fusheng scratched his right hand, and his hand was itchy and painful from the cold: "After Fugui was beaten, didn't you have a head-on conflict with the official mission?" ”

Tian Xifa told: "No, a few of us quickly surrounded Sizhuang, afraid that Sizhuang would be impulsive, afraid that the official would think that Sizhuang would not accept it, and then attract people's attention." ”

Sizhuang, who was drinking porridge, raised his eyes and looked at Song Fusheng, he couldn't speak, he could only think in his heart:

Uncle, I didn't think about it.

I don't know why Song Fugui was beaten, why they immediately surrounded me.

The officials didn't pay attention to me, but they surrounded us, and the officials came over and asked us to take out the guarantee book, but they couldn't get it to detain us.

Grandpa Song didn't drink a mouthful of porridge, just like Mrs. Ma, she didn't feel hungry.

Knocked on the cigarette pouch pot:

"Ming'er will go on, don't Fengtian City and Nursery Rhyme Town, go to all counties, and go in a group. Fusheng, you have to go to the old man and ask him to write a few more letters of guarantee, don't have a few, if it's not hard enough, write us twenty first. ”

There is a sense of urgency that the more you are not allowed to enter the city, the more you want to enter the city.

It's a pity that on the second day of the Lunar New Year, the four gangs each carried dozens of taels of silver, and those with a letter of guarantee were still locked outside the city gate.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, he was still locked outside the city gate.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, there was nothing left in the silver in the treasure beads in Fengtian City, and he was counting the copper plates with Dadezi.

People say that the big city is good, and the big city sells a lot.

But it also retreated a lot.

Early in the morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Song Fusheng appeared outside the gate of Fengtian City, and at the same time, Dadezi was in the gate of Fengtian City, and the two of them were really separated by a heavy city gate, and even the distance between the two was not too far.

However, Dadezi was driven away by the officials, and Song Fusheng was also rejected by the city guards.

Song Fusheng said, "Even if you ask me to send some silver money inside." ”

No way.

On the fifth day of the new year, a large family returned the birthday cake money, how happy it was when it was sold, and how worried the jewel was at this time.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore next to him suddenly appeared in the store, and in Baozhu's surprised gaze, he refunded the deposit for the dim sum shop.