The town holds a dragon boat race every year on this day, and the people in the village don't have a good idea of this festival.

After all, if the conditions at home are not good, no one will use a lot of rice to wrap zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival, let alone throw zongzi into the river.

Throw the zongzi to the bottom of the river, those are all rich families who are idle and have nothing to do.

However, most of the people in the village were not interested, but Han steamed a pot of bamboo dumplings outside the kitchen on this day.

steamed all afternoon, and when she got off work in the afternoon, she brought two to the people in the workshop by herself, which was also a good time.

The white glutinous rice is steamed in a bamboo tube, mixed with the fragrant bamboo taste, and the taste is very delicious.

Such bamboo tube dumplings can be sweetened or eaten salty with side dishes.

Yunxiu loves sweetness, add a little brown sugar, eat one and don't eat it again. It was hot, and she couldn't eat anything.

Finally, seeing her like this, Han went to the kitchen to boil a small half pot of sweet soup.

White fungus, mash, starch, beaten with frangipani, boiled, put into the water tank, and when Yunxiu wants to eat, you can eat it.

The weather was hot, and after eating, it was lively for the children in the village.

In groups of three or five, they ran from the head of the village to the end of the village, playing hide and seek, and some ran to the river to bathe.

Although it was the busy farming season, the adults in the village had nothing to do after dinner. Groups of people gather in the place where they often meet on weekdays and talk about the world.

The men gathered and talked about things in and out of the village.

The women are in a group, the parents are short, starting from the previous generation, and talking about the youngest generation, sometimes talking about ghost stories.

The ghost story of Chen Sesame Rotten Grain, there are old people, a ghost story has been told for decades, but it is fresh every time.

It's basically a story, but sometimes the plot changes.

After eating, after a few hours, the workshop was full of people. The two windows were open, the doors were open, and several large candles the size of a woman's wrist were lit in the room.

The candlelight illuminated the room, and the big guys sat together and bowed their heads to embroider.

Liao was silent.

Zhao Zhengxue followed the Gao family and poured tea and water for everyone. Han sat embroidering while supervising, and when she was almost busy, she asked people to stop and rest, and brought the prepared snacks to everyone to taste.

Take the rest with them when they leave.

"Your feet are not healed yet, don't run around, take care of your injuries in the past two days, and when your foot injuries are healed, let's go and see again."

The people in the village were busy farming, and before she could open her mouth, Zhao Zhengliang led his friends to cut it for her in the morning.

After the mowing, the acre of land was cut very close to the village chief's house.

Zhao Lingping looked at it smoothly, and then led the ox to press the wheat out with a stone.

They wanted to help, just in line with Yun Xiu's intentions, they came back from the town, and they didn't go out for two days, Yun Xiu felt that he was about to get moldy at home.

I had to go up the mountain.

Seeing that her feet were not completely healed, Han stopped her.

"Didn't we go to the mountains the other day? Now it's no problem to go again, take the carriage to the bottom of the mountain, let's walk slowly, we can go up. ”

Twenty-two fell down from the mountain, and after coming back, Yun Xiu realized that the only relic left by her grandfather, that is, the hosta, could not be found.