The two of them turned around and returned with the pig food bucket.

In the middle of the afternoon, Wen Jin and Wen Han came back from the town, washed their hands and faces with hot water, and then ran to the east room of the upper room, the two took off their shoes and climbed onto the kang, and immediately sat on the kang head of the fire, where it was the warmest.

"It's really cold this year, and if you still live in a grass house, you're really sinful." Wen Jin sighed.

"My aunt's family has moved into the big house, if it's us, I guess it won't work!" Wen Han pouted.

Last year, the thatched hut was well repaired, after a year of wind and rain, it had already been ventilated again, Qian Chuanchuan couldn't stand the cold, ran to the old Jiao's and cried, the old Jiao's and Jiao's were forced to vacate the house, so that his family moved to the courtyard of the big house. The people in the big house said it nicely, patted their chests and promised to build a new house for the money strings in the autumn, and when they really wanted to take the money out, they shrank their heads and kept silent, no one thought that it would be so cold this year, and the old Jiao family couldn't watch the money strings freeze to death, right? Besides, as far as the money strings are splashing and reliant, the old Jiao and Jiao can't stop it.

Qian Xiancheng sat on the side, not knowing what to collect, and after a while, he suddenly spoke up with a serious face: "Wen Jin, I heard that there are many ducks that are easy to get sick, you dig such a big pond, how many do you have to raise?" ”

"Second uncle, that's why I let people clean the duck shed every day, open the windows for ventilation, and sprinkle lime for disinfection. Not only these, but also Bupleurum and Astragalus in the food that ducks eat, which can prevent fever and enhance physical fitness, so that ducks are not easy to get sick. ”

"Oh!" Qian Xiancheng looked surprised, "These are all said in the book?" ”

"It's my own thoughts. People can't get sick when they're clean, and ducks should be the same, right? Also, those herbs are also beneficial to people's health, anyway, on our mountain, year after year, those grasses grow and decay, and more, I will ask someone to help pick them back and feed the ducks. ”

Qian Xiancheng secretly praised in his heart, his nephew is young, and his little head is so good, he can even think of this. He finally relented.

In fact, Wen Jin was also worried about the plague, but she could think about it, her investment was not large, and the scale was not large, even if she encountered it, the loss would not affect the family's life.

At the end of the month, it was very busy, fortunately, Qian Xiancheng took the initiative to take on the work of feeding the pigs and helping Uncle Shi feed the ducks, Wen Jin was warm, so he went down to the kang to help Wei Shi busy the kitchen stall, steamed steamed buns, fried rice cakes, steamed meat, chopped stuffing, in the blink of an eye the Chinese New Year's Eve arrived, the house had been cleaned, Wen Han was responsible for wiping clean the inside and out, pasting New Year paintings, couplets, Wen Jin and Wei wrapped dumplings, and it was dark.

Qian Xiancheng led the family, offered sacrifices on the offering table, planted incense and worshipped, and then Wei called the family to sit on the kang.

They don't have this custom here, they are all cultivated by Wen Jin. On the first day of burning the kang, she helped the second aunt roll up all the mattresses on the kang, spread a layer of roller shutter mats, and moved the kang table made by the carpenter up: "Second aunt, do you think it is comfortable to sit and eat like this?" ”

"Warm is warm, it's just sitting cross-legged, so tired." Wen Han Dao.

"There's no need to cross your legs, let's just sit down." Wen Jin came to kneel and sit, and after a while he was tired, he sat on the kang with his butt crooked, Wen Han grinned, and did the same.

When Qian Xiancheng came back, he also followed the customs of the locals and followed the example.

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is good, Webster's cooking skills turned out to be very good, the local traditional dishes, steamed strip meat, small crispy meat, the taste is very authentic.

I think so, Xiucai's daughter, she must be dignified and elegant, and she must be able to serve her family well, and she can use natural cooking skills and needlework.

Wen Jin's regular dishes: stir-fried fat sausages, stewed duck, and new mushroom chicken, winter bamboo shoots and almonds, tiger skin tofu, hot and sour cabbage, and a full table was set.

Qian Xiancheng smiled, remembering the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner when his parents were alive when he was a child.

Wen Han poured a glass of wine for his father, and respectfully held it with both hands: "Daddy has worked hard for a year, and my son is polite." ”

"Wen Han——" Qian Xiancheng couldn't say anymore excitedly, feeling that this is like a home, this is the taste of Chinese New Year's Eve.

Qian Xiancheng doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays, and when he eats his stomach, his face turns red, and he quickly eats and suppresses it, and as soon as he moves his chopsticks, the family also eats and drinks.

"Wen Jin's duck soup tastes so fresh, even if it is the first village in the provincial city, it can't make this taste." As soon as the words came out, remembering that he was full of enthusiasm in the past, and he was bent on gaining fame and honoring his ancestors, who would have thought that now, he would be so silent, Qian Xiancheng closed his mouth gloomily.

"His father, try Wen Jin's cold winter bamboo shoots, the taste of children's cooking is always different from other families." Webster diverted the topic, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became lively again.

Compared to the happiness of Chinese New Year's Eve, Wen Jin hates the first day of the first month the most, because she has to face the old Jiao's aunt and nephew. Especially Lao Jiao's family, seeing that he was white and fat, like a pile of fat meat, squinting small eyes, and treacherous eyes slipped around, Wen Jin's heart was tired, but Qian Xiancheng and Wei Shi said that she was not allowed not to pay New Year's greetings.

Last year, Dafang had a very unpleasant time, and this year after receiving a lesson, Qian Wencai saw Wen Jin, his eyes flashed, and he didn't dare to say anything.

The family entered the house smoothly, followed Qian Xiangui to worship their ancestors, and then gave New Year's greetings to Lao Jiao's family.

"Get up, get up, sit down." Lao Jiao's changed his normal, with a smile on his face and enthusiasm.

Jiao's served tea and snacks, although they were all regular things in the local people's homes, steamed dumplings, sugar cakes, jujubes, and persimmons, which also made Wen Jin feel very wrong.

The weasel greets the chicken, can it not make her more vigilant?

Before Qian Xiangui spoke, he liked to bend his arms and shake his wrists. It's like some nouveau riche just brought a designer watch. The sleeves of his poplin robe were rolled up in a circle, and the inside was gray mouseskin. Wen Jin pursed his lips slightly in disdain, this is the second room of the pit, and the eldest sister, the brother-in-law is greedy to steal people, but he has to wear a leather jacket.

On the contrary, Qian Xiancheng is a sincere gentleman, and he wants to rebuild the old friendship with the big house and restore it to the harmonious state when the older generation was alive, he sat down happily, Wen Jin just wanted to leave, but he couldn't.

"Xiancheng, the eldest brother asked someone to help and donated a prisoner." Although Qian Xiangui was serious, his slightly provoked eyebrows and uncontrollable smile lines at the corners of his mouth revealed the pride in his heart.

Qian Xiancheng's face was happy: "Is my brother going to study in the capital?" This is good, we are in the poor countryside here, there is no good gentleman, no one can solve the doubts in my heart, it is good to go to the capital. ”

Qian Xiangui frowned: "I don't go to the capital to study, how old are you, I want to donate my background to see if I can enter the office." "Join?" The smile on Qian Xiancheng's face suddenly disappeared: "My generation studied in order to understand etiquette and Mingzhi, why did you come to that filthy place?" What's more, my brother, a prisoner, still donated, and I'm not afraid that my colleagues will look down on you in the future and be wronged? Our family is not short of clothes and drinks......"