It is often said that the snow is a good year.

That's when the snow began to fall.

This is really Ruixue and adds joy, and the snowflakes flutter to the world.

The chimneys of all the houses in the village are whirring and smoking.

The aroma comes through the cracks in the doors, and when you sniff your nose, you feel that you can smell the aroma of food from the east end of the village to the west end of the village.

Some people who have started dinner early have already lit firecrackers, and from time to time you can hear the sound of firecrackers sporadically from the east, west, north and south directions of the village.

Some of the people who live by the river have run out to look for their children: "Iron and silver eggs, just eggs, go home." ”

Iron Egg, Silver Egg, Gang Egg, immediately threw away the snowball, and ran to the shore like a race.

One by one playing outside, with a red face that was frozen: "Mother? Mother, it's time to eat? ”

"It's time to eat."

Conference room.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, the heat waved.

Leng Buding came in from the outside, alternating between cold and hot air, plus the four large iron pots lifted the lid and poked the hot air from the chicken stewed mushrooms with a spatula, I couldn't see people clearly.

"Who's that? Bring me some firewood, it's not enough. ”

"Second sister-in-law, have you finished peeling apples?"

"I'm done, I'll cut the skin and freeze."

"Ah, then I'll call his third uncle back, I don't know if the apple can't be pulled, anyway, we can't understand."

In the huge conference room, the women were so busy that they couldn't turn around.

Boss Guo and his daughter-in-law didn't see people clearly, and almost stepped on the hands of the third brother and sister: "What are you doing here." ”

"I use chopsticks to tie the sauce stick bones to see if the bone sticks are stewed."

So many people gnaw on the meat on the stick, and they can't afford to eat it.

But if the bone stick can be stewed until it breaks when you bite it, suck the bone marrow inside, and stew the sauerkraut with the big bone stick, which is full of oil and water, and it is also very fragrant.

Not only are the four big iron pots in the conference room cooking, but the stove pots of more than a dozen are not idle.

Qian Peiying's stove room is the task of receiving fish stew and fried fish fillet.

And this fish is particular, the largest whole fish can not be eaten after stewing, and it must be placed on the ancestral table.

On the first day of the new year, they can be brought down from the ancestral worship table and rewarded to the main laborers of the family, and the elderly, women, and children are not able to eat.

Let's put it this way, that fish, Song Fusheng took the most powerful men in each family to eat.

Qian Peiying was unconvinced when she first heard about it, but what if she was not convinced, people here pay attention to this. Okay, a broken fish, put it cold on the first day of the new year, as if someone loves to eat it.

But for the Chinese New Year, it is impossible to have no fish in the reunion dish, so Qian Peiying used the oil left over from the old ladies' "fried hemp leaves" to deal with the fried small fish.

If you want to talk about this fish, it is getting less and less at the moment.

Since the patriarch Ren said, whoever makes the money counts, the whole small river is open to the whole village.

The people in the village also got the net and played when they had nothing to do, and they ate without spending money, what a good thing.

In this way, there was a frenzy of fishing frenzy for a while, and their group couldn't catch anything in the later stage.

In fact, the villagers of Renjia Village also thought so: the group of people on the other side of the river was really crazy, except for the place where the children played, there was no good place on the ice, and they built one hole after another, not to mention leaving some for their own village.

The "fried hemp leaves" just mentioned, a few old ladies are steaming the traditional jujube flower buns, and they start to make fried hemp leaves that have been passed down from generation to generation in their hometown.

This food is a bit like something, in the eyes of Qian Peiying, who went to get oil, it is a bit like modern potato chips. It's just that the potato chips are potatoes, and these old ladies use noodles, thin slices of noodles in the pot, and they are fried out piece by piece.

Mrs. Ma also gave Qian Peiying a few slices to eat first, and tasted the heat in the name of it: "What's the matter?" ”

"It's delicious, it's burnt and burnt, and it's even better if you sprinkle it with salt."

Qian Peiying took away the leftover oil from the fried hemp leaves with her front foot and left, and the queen mother-in-law laughed and said to Mrs. Ma: "I found out that the fat girl is actually like her mother, and she is quite good at eating." Blessed will you eat. ”

Mrs. Ma replied: "That is, what kind of family did the Qian family have, and my third daughter-in-law didn't eat anything." ”

These are the two things that Qian Peiying's family and Mrs. Ma's stove do.

In the big iron pot of other homes are:

Stewed braised big elbows.

Steamed tamales in the upper drawer.

Song Fusheng is at Mrs. Wang's house, using the two big iron pots of Mrs. Wang's house to make Sixi balls at the same time, and he is instructing Wang Zhongyu and Guo Laoda.

Right now, these men were brought by Song Fusheng, and since they shook up the big horse spoon to fry the chili sauce, they have almost forgotten the concept that men can't cook.

The main thing is that Song Fusheng taught well.

I often say, "What kind of man's temper is playing?" The daughter-in-law and the children have not had too many good days with you, so you can have a light on your face by beating your daughter-in-law with a tantrum and trying your strength to make her obedient? The light on your face has to be earned by yourself, so that the men outside can see your thumbs up. ”

is similar to this, Song Fusheng will say it if he can't see it, especially for half-grown children like Da Lang and Tietou, what the third uncle said is right.

Under the guidance of Song Fusheng, the four happy balls are the size of a man's fist, and if they don't make them bigger, they won't be enough.

Bright red.

There are four on a plate, representing the happiness of happiness and longevity, and the four happy events in life.

Exactly ten tables.

In addition, like Grandpa Song's family, Gao Tuhu, Song Fugui and several others, at this time, the pot was grunting with geese.

Goose stew in an iron pot.

As soon as the lid of the pot is lifted, the smell of meat overflows and becomes fragrant.

Xiao Gao, Xiao Wang, and Xiao Song of the Fengtian City Dim Sum Shop also pushed open the door of the big oven room at the same time.

They are allowed to enter, for the sake of making roast duck.

The roast duck method is Song Fuling said it for a while, and Song Fusheng added it for a while, and then he didn't care about it, and let the two of them study it themselves.

Fortunately, the servants lived up to expectations, after most of the hours of baking, took out the roast duck skin browned, with chopsticks, the inside was crispy, the chopsticks were pulled out, and the top was full of oil.

Sixi meatballs, fried fish, tamales, braised elbows, crispy and tender roast duck, sauerkraut stewed with sauce stick bones, stewed mushrooms with chicken, stewed goose in an iron pot, shredded apples, garlic sauce skin jelly.

Ten dishes, ten tables, this is called ten bowls, take ten perfect and ten blessings.

A drawer of buns of various shapes is steaming out of the pot.

"Babies, it's time to eat."

This time it wasn't Grandpa who came out to shout.

Grandpa Song was being served by his eldest son to comb his hair and coil his hair well. I was served to put on shoes, put on new cotton shoes made by my daughter-in-law, wash my hands, and solemnly tidy myself up before worshipping my ancestors.

It was Mrs. Ma who came out to shout to the children, shaking a pink towel.

Song Jinbao took the lead in front, running all the way, looking up to the sky and smiling all the way.

Oh, it's a great life.

It's been a very enjoyable day.

I just finished eating wine-stuffed balls in the morning, and I had to eat big fish and meat.

Song Fuling also pulled Mi Shou with one hand and ran home after Jinbao.

The girls were even more happy, and they took the initiative to pull the hands of their little brothers and sisters, picked up the pockets sewn with rags, picked up the spinning top whip and ran home.

The faces of those running in the wind were red.

There was snow on their heads, which showed how long they had been playing outside.

For these girls, today is really different from the past, they are very happy, and there is an indescribable relaxation all over their bodies.

Even in their hometown, they have never been like this.

It can't be so big, and you can still come out to play during the New Year.

I want to help my mother cook at home.

And there's also the issue of face.

The girl's family is about ten years old, and no matter how crazy she is, she will be paid attention to.

But today, the third uncle said:

Let the girls and boys all go out to play and rest.

Before I got married, I could play a few times, and I was only a teenager.

It doesn't matter what others think, we just don't laugh at each other.

Others don't look good? Who is the other person? Who do you know? Don't always think of yourself as a celebrity.

In fact, it is still the same sentence, mainly because Song Fusheng's concept has already imperceptibly become a big guy.

Everyone looked at it again, the fat girl had to play all day long, look at the child, how much he has lived without heart and lungs, his little face is getting more and more fleshy, and his face is pure happiness.

They are all fathers and mothers, why don't you envy your own daughter to be like a fat girl.

That's it, I agreed without much nonsense, and let the big girl's family go out to play, so that I can relax and relax.

Mrs. Ma grabbed Song Jinbao, who ran over with her head, and looked at the pink headscarf in her hand and was not reluctant, so she could only scold: "Your snot, do you want to blow it out, or suck it back." "And he threw down the snow on his grandson.

When I raised my eyes, I begged my mother, "Why are Mi Shou's pants still broken?" ”

Song Fuling didn't take it seriously, and glanced at her younger brother: "It's slippery and cracked." ”

"I don't know how to change the family, so I'm playing with the calf exposed, it's not windy, it's frozen."

What is Lu Xiaoniu, and there are people who bleed from their hands.

Mrs. Ma felt that she really couldn't worry about these babies.

The temporary ancestor worship table is equipped with ten dishes, a pig's head with a red cloth in the center, wine, dumplings, and candlesticks.

Grandpa Song confessed before lighting incense.

The old man said: "There are a lot of ancestors to offer, I hope the ancestors don't blame." ”

Yes, although Song is a big surname here, they are a "miscellaneous surname" development.

When he ran out at that time, he was not only surnamed Song.

Like Mrs. Wang's family, the surname of the family is Wang, the surname of the Gao Tuhu family is Gao, like Li Xiu's family, and the husband's surname is Zhao, although there is only one root left in Baozi, then it has to be worshipped, right?

There is also Mi Shou, his surname is Qian.

What is called everyone, what is called living in a group, that is, no matter what aspect you are, you can't take care of one or the other.

For the ancestors of our Song family, we also want to provide for those people.

Rows of old to young, male to female, and great-grandchildren knelt solemnly in turn.

Incense is lit.

Respect for the sky, respect for the earth, respect for the ancestors.

Grandpa Song stood in front of the altar and said three very simple New Year's wishes.

There are no natural disasters.

There are no disasters.

I ask the ancestors of each family to bless us, and we can be in the middle next year like the few months here, and we will be in the middle of such a day.

The old man didn't dare to ask for any great wealth.

Finally, respect people.

Grandpa Song turned around and sat on the stool that had been prepared a long time ago, and below were eight old ladies and several old men leading the children and grandchildren of each family to kowtow to him.

Snowflakes fell on everyone's heads one by one.

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