The sky is bright, and there are a lot of cows, horses and vehicles on the road to Dujiagou, including the wineries in the town to deliver shochu, the grocery stores to send fireworks, two kicks and oil and salt seasonings, and the butcher shops to rent an ox cart to deliver beef, mutton and chicken.

The patriarch Du Huaibing's courtyard door was wide open, the courtyard was lit with a horse lamp, he was wearing a half-worn short, smoking a dry tobacco bag, and counted all kinds of goods sent one by one, soju and two kicks, etc., all of which were carried to the back room by the men, and the oil, salt, spices and meat were only waiting for the cook to come and take them to do.

The sound of the patriarch's family talking back and forth, as well as the occasional neighing of cows and horses, opened a busy and excited day in Dujiagou.

Du Huaibing's son, Du Mingtang, led the strong laborers of the village to clean up the debris on the threshing floor, vacating a large piece of open space, and several people quickly built a shed with felt cloth at the east end, and built five temporary stoves with broken bricks.

The sun had barely risen above the horizon, and the dew had not yet dried on the ridges, when the town's cook arrived with a mule cart. The cook's surname was Lu, he was five big and three thick, with big shoulders and a round waist, and there was a big basket on his mule cart, in addition to a few oversized spatulas and copper spoons, there were all kinds of knives that were sharpened brightly, and there was a ginkgo wood cutting board larger than a child's bath, and five three-foot cauldrons stacked together.

The two young men brought a big case, Butcher Zhang sent half a slice of pork, Lao Jitou sent two plates of tofu and a large bag of dried tofu shutters, Du Huaibing sent people to send beef, mutton and chicken, and sent people to fish at the mouth of the fish.

For a while, the floor of the temporary kitchen was full of meat, and Chef Lu didn't say much, put all kinds of guys on the tithes one by one, and began to boil water and kill chickens in an orderly manner.

The women who helped the kitchen in the village came with large baskets and basins, and the men helped carry the water, and the chickens and fish were more difficult to get, so they were taken directly to the river to be washed.

A small table was set up on the threshing floor early in the morning, and the things sent by the butcher Zhang and the old skewer were written down one by one, and one after another, the villagers sent vegetables from the field, such as radish, cabbage, garlic, celery, winter melon, shallots, and so on, and there were also ten or eight eggs sent to the single one, all of which had to be registered one by one for the scrap manuscripts, and then sent to the temporary kitchen.

Du Zhong dug two baskets of fresh lotus roots on the villa, and Niu Er prepared twenty stones of japonica rice, and the two of them specially drove a carriage to send them, and the scrap manuscript recorded these in Du Mei's name.

On the threshing floor, the tables, chairs and benches of each family were carried, and twenty tables were arranged, and the dishes, plates, dishes and chopsticks of each family were sent to the kitchen to be washed and set aside. This feast made the whole village busy.

The happiest of these years are the children, who run around and frolic between the tables. Even Du Shicheng, who lingered on the sickbed for a few months and rarely went out to see him, shook out. His face was pale and thin, and the skin on his face was as loose as an old pine tree on the mountain, but his spirit was much better, and he greeted the villagers with a smile on his face.

"Shicheng, your body is just better, don't you dare to smoke anymore." Du Huaibing saw Du Shicheng and said with a concerned face.

"I just can't bear this cigarette stick, I've had a dry time with it, but I don't actually have tobacco shreds." Du Shicheng said with a smile, he held up the smoke pot to Du Huaibing, and it was really empty.

"It's Du Mei's big day, you have to go out for a walk and take care of it." Du Huaibing patted him on the shoulder, the tentacles were full of bones, Du Huaibing's heart tightened, but he didn't say anything.

"It's natural, I ...... Ahem. Du Shicheng coughed violently.

"Rest." Du Huaibing helped him to the nearest table and sat down.

"Don't worry, uncle, you're busy." Du Shicheng relieved himself and waved his hand.

"Then you sit next to the scrap manuscript and help watch it." Du Huaibing beckoned a young man and helped Du Shicheng over.

In the kitchen, the oil pot sizzled, the spatula and the iron pot collided with a sonorous sound, and the aroma of meat mixed with various condiments gradually wafted out. At noon, because of the tight time, I only made two meat dishes, roasted pork with radish and braised fish, and then there were four vegetarian stir-fries, and I didn't drink soju. The Dumei sisters all came to help, and together with the eldest girl and little daughter-in-law in the village, they set the dishes and chopsticks, served the dishes, and served the meal.

After the end of the day, the men began to set off firecrackers, the second kicking and chirping flew into the sky, the people in the village heard the sound and went to the threshing floor, they saw Du Shicheng inevitably came forward to greet him, most of them were flattering and praised, Du Shicheng smiled and responded.

At this time, the rice in the field is still a few days away from maturity, and the granaries of the people in Dujiagou Township are almost at the bottom, and some people who are particularly difficult to eat three meals a day are sweet potatoes and pumpkins. Starting today, meat and white rice for three consecutive days are too precious for the villagers who are on the verge of starvation.

The villagers sat down one after another, because it was not a normal day, everyone sat casually, and most of the families sat together, eating and drinking. There are more than 100 families in Dujiagou, about 5 or 600 people, old and young. When a wave of people finished eating, the helpers quickly removed the leftover soup, put clean dishes and chopsticks on the table, and then served new dishes.

After an hour, the Du Mei sisters had a seat to eat with the Xu family. Juniper rarely goes out, and the women in the village have seen him few, and now they are all stained with Du Mei's light, and the aunts and sisters-in-law inevitably praise him for a while, and some of them volunteered to help hug him.

Juniper is calm, no one hugs him and doesn't cry, only holds his fingers and gnaws seriously, occasionally looking around, and occasionally admiring the smiling face of the person who hugs him. He was fair-skinned, well-fed, and very well-behaved, and such a little man of pink and jade attracted the love of the women.

After the commotion, the dishes and chopsticks were cleaned up, and the cooks were all temporarily rested, only Chef Lu was preparing the evening meal. The hand is up and down, the double knife is flying, frying, frying, simmering, stewing, and stewing, it is simply eighteen kinds of cooking skills.

The smell of meat that permeated Dujiagou wafted farther and farther away, and the surrounding villages could smell it. At a time when eating enough is a problem, this smell is too irritating to the empty stomach. People with good deeds began to inquire around, and they couldn't wait to move to Dujiagou immediately to enjoy this delicious meal.

As soon as the sun set, fireworks and kicks exploded through the clear blue sky, turning into stars and lighting up half of the sky. The lanterns of each house are hung on the threshing floor, illuminating the place as bright as day.

The dinner was very sumptuous, braised silver carp, spicy chicken nuggets, Dongpo meat, potato stewed beef, roast mutton, fried tofu with chili, stewed tofu with green vegetables, stir-fried lotus root slices, stir-fried chicken offal with celery, scrambled eggs with leeks, and bone soup with winter melon. Five meats, five vegetables and one soup, take the perfect one, every year there is more than the meaning, and there is another pot of shochu on each table, and the japonica rice tube is enough.

Such a meal was better than the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner of ordinary people, the villagers ate and drank with their bellies open, and the men began to walk around and drink with acquaintances. In this way, the meal is eaten very slowly, and the next table cannot be changed for half a day.

The arranged troupe was already setting up the stage, and in the temporary tent, the water sleeves were faintly visible. The women and children were in a hurry to go to the play, so they moved all the benches, and those who ate in the back had to eat standing up, but everyone's interest did not diminish at all, and they still feasted and laughed.

The old couple of Du Shicheng and the third room of the big room happened to eat around a table, and his spirit was just supported by Du Mei's happy event, and he couldn't eat anything in front of the table full of delicacies.

He saw Ma Rong gobbling up, and even leaned out most of his body to pick vegetables, he was really dissatisfied. He thought that Du Zhong was also a long-term worker, and he was always submissive in front of him, even if he occasionally left him to eat, if he didn't take the initiative to bring him vegetables, he would only eat a bowl of vegetables in front of him.

"It's really going down." Du Shicheng thought secretly, but he was silent.

His chaotic eyes turned to the banquet around him, and seeing that Du Mei was helping to clean up, he sighed and said, "Hey, if Meizi is a male baby, then our Du family will have hope!" ”

Zhou and Xie glanced at each other, tacitly said nothing to each other, and continued to bury their heads in eating and eating.

"Dad, if you want me to say, our family shouldn't have been divided in the first place!" Daikin drank a few glasses of soju, a little upset, and said with a blushing face.

"Burn the knife too much, do all the nonsense!" Zhou stomped his foot.

"How am I nonsense! Meizi is now a seven-grade widow, not to mention the production of a hundred acres of villas, just the exemption from forced labor has to save a lot of money. Daikin said with his tongue wide open, shaking his head.

"You know you regret it now, but what did you say in the first place!" Du Shicheng snorted disdainfully.

"No, Dad......" Dajin still wanted to distinguish something, but Zhou saw that Du Shicheng was angry and dragged him away.

"I'm still ...... Didn't drink ...... Okay, Hiccup. Dajin was dragged by the Zhou family and burped.

"If you drink it again, make the old man angry, can you afford this crime!" Zhou said as he pinched his arm hard.

"Isn't Daddy good?" Dajin was drunk and confused, talking on his lips, but he didn't know what to think in his heart.

"You fool, your father is just holding on in one breath, whoever breaks it, who is unlucky!" Zhou doesn't want to be infamous as an angry father-in-law, he still has three sons who haven't married.

"You...... You are talking nonsense! Daikin was dragged home by Zhou's family, tilted it on the bed, and didn't forget to reply.

"You eat and sleep, and the pigs are not as happy as you." Zhou hated him and grabbed him.

"It's delicious!" Dajin Bar smacked his mouth, as if he was reminiscing, and he didn't hear Zhou's scolding him at all.

Seeing that he was so drunk that he stared, Zhou didn't bother to talk to him, closed the door suddenly, walked quickly to the threshing floor, and shouted in his heart: "Wait, I can eat another bowl of japonica rice!" ”

"Sister Meizi, someone is looking for you!" On the threshing floor, a little boy with a man walked through the crowd towards Dumay.