The sun rises and the moon sets, and the wind and snow are one after another, as if it is Laba in the blink of an eye.

Before the sky lit up, Tao Hongying took Shui Ling, Shui Yun, and Sister-in-law Qiong and Dongmei, who came to help, to heat up the two cauldrons on the stove together.

Then, the eight kinds of grains and beans that were picked yesterday were washed and filled with water, and boiled.

When the sky is bright, the laba porridge in the pot is also stirred to be sticky and sweet.

This is true for every household in both the new village and the second village.

It is rare that the naughty boys are not lazy, so they take the initiative to get up, holding the bowl sleepily, and waiting to drink laba porridge.

In fact, life is better now, and a bowl of multigrain porridge with sugar is not a rare thing.

But when it comes to the season, what to eat, it itself has a good taste with a three-point bonus!

Outside, the cold wind was howling, the snow particles were flying, and the family gathered around to drink a bowl of hot laba porridge.

This Laba porridge is no longer porridge, it is peace, reunion, and abundance.

The whole family drinks this part of peace of mind and steadfastness.

Jiayin also drank two large bowls of spicy cabbage, salted cucumber and red oil mustard shredded pickled by the old lady, and finally held a round little belly and walked around the ground to eat.

Li Lao Er originally wanted to rest at home for a day, but Zheng Feng got up early and came back, said a few words, and he went into the city.

He didn't ask for it, and when he heard about the location of Yaochi and the tight protection, he planned to ask Hou Ye to borrow a few people.

But Hou Ye is in the barracks, and it takes half a day to ride a horse back and forth, so I'm afraid I will miss the opportunity.

Fortunately, in the hands of the people sent by Zhengjiazhuang before, Zheng Liu and Zheng Qi followed Jiaren and them to Quanzhou, but Zheng Sanjiang and Jia Huan's little servant Zheng Er were both in the city, so they could temporarily take a hand.

So, when the sun was on the third pole, Zheng Sanjiang and Zheng Er pretended to be a father and son, carried a load of mountain pear, and set off......

In the courtyard of the Li family, Mrs. Wen and Wen Juan did needlework together and talked with Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Wen and Wen Juan had less than a month apart from the time they had felt, and now they are both five or six months old, which is already very big.

In such weather, they don't dare to walk outside, and they just run around the two yards on weekdays, which is considered an activity.

Mrs. Li filled a large pot of sticky rice, planning to pick it clean, make it into sticky noodles, and then steam bean buns and fried oil cakes.

This is a custom in the Northland, even if you move to the new capital, the family still likes this mouthful.

for when he was in the Northland, his days were too poor.

The best year in the family was only 100 steamed bean buns and fried 20 oil cakes.

It was the sweetest and happiest taste in the family's memory.

Now that the family has a meal of white rice, buying a hundred and ten catties of sticky rice is just a matter of one sentence, and the old lady plans to make more, and relatives and friends will send some to eat fresh.

Mrs. Wen and Wen Juan looked interesting and listened greedily, they both threw needles and threads, and they were busy together, talking and laughing, but it was also lively.

Mrs. Li said: "Here, sticky rice is not called sticky rice, it is called glutinous rice, and it is not a precious thing. But in our hometown, it's twice as expensive as regular white rice.

"That year, the second child of my family worked as a bookkeeper in the city, and the main family rewarded a few catties, and I steamed bean buns and fried oil cakes with a ruthless heart.

"Jiaxi and Jia'an are only four years old, and after eating the oil cake, they licked their fingers one by one.

"At that time, I thought, in the future, I will fry hundreds of oil cakes and let the children eat enough.

"As a result, I was going to fry a big pot of oil cakes today, and the children flew out of the nest again, and they couldn't get it back easily!"

Mrs. Wen guessed that Mrs. Li was missing her grandson, so she hurriedly persuaded: "If this sticky face can be put down, it is better to freeze two balls."

"During the Chinese New Year, the children can always come back, and when the time comes, they will be fried and eaten, and then it will taste good!"

"yes, grandma." Wen Juan also said: "Brother Huan is also in the city, he is getting busier and busier, and he hasn't come back for four or five days." Stay some more, and when he comes back, he will also eat a few oil cakes. ”

Mrs. Li couldn't help laughing, and said angrily: "Don't worry, you can't leave your child's father." Jia Huan likes sticky food the most, but he is sensible and refuses to say more.

"The sticky cakes sold in Luo'an Town before, his brothers didn't remember how many times they ate them, or every time Fu Niu'er came back from the town, he didn't forget to bring a box to Jiahuan."

Wen Juan blushed, she, who is a daughter-in-law, actually doesn't know this.

It's no wonder that her husband is very kind to her sister-in-law on weekdays, and her sister-in-law is really much more sensible and careful than other children.

Tao Hongying came in from outside, pulled a thick cotton cloak casually, and said while wearing it: "Mother, I'll go to the second village for a walk, and the New Year will be over soon, and see if there are any difficulties in the workshop and each family." ”

"Go ahead, take Fu Niu'er." Mrs. Li assigned a task to her daughter-in-law, "This girl didn't eat less in the morning, be careful to grow more meat, and then she will really be fatter than a pig!" ”

Everyone laughed.

Jiayin was also smiling, not angry at all, and ran to hug her grandmother's neck and make a fuss for a while, before she also wrapped her cloak and went out with her mother.

In winter, the weather is cold, and the handmade noodles are not easy to dry without the help of the sun and autumn wind, so they can only be changed to a warm room to dry.

This will definitely be a bit more troublesome, but fortunately, there are enough manpower, and production has not been delayed.

And because of the New Year's ceremony, the sales of handmade noodles have also ushered in a small peak.

Xiao Cui'er is busy all day without touching the ground, taking care of the workshop during the day, dealing with the big and small things in the village, and learning to write and calculate with Hui Niang at night.

She really longed for one person to grow eight hands, and one hour to break it into three hours.

At this moment, she was sorting through the books.

Although there is still not much literacy, it is a bit difficult to write.

But she is smart and will use some symbols instead, and she actually records it decently and without any mess.

Seeing that Tao Hongying and Jiayin were coming, she hurriedly greeted her and saluted.

The Li family has always had something to help with this noodle workshop, but they have never participated.

For example, Professor Tao Hongying made handmade noodles and boiled meat sauce, and all the materials in the workshop were also made by her, and the assembly line work was smoothed out by her little by little.

But she didn't say a word about the whole workshop, from buying raw materials such as flour and vegetable oil to selling, how much the cost and profit were, and how to distribute it.

The wounded soldiers and veterans on the side of the second village, as well as the Hou Ye's personal soldiers, are undoubtedly brave and loyal.

But many people have family members, and it involves money, so the Li family has to avoid suspicion.

In the end, they bothered to contribute, and they were suspected of filling their own pockets......

After the workshop was on the right track, the workshop selected the oldest veteran, a total of five people, and set up a stewardship team, plus Xiaocui, the shopkeeper and the account room.

Together, these six people also took care of the workshop.

And most of the people in the second village are working in the workshop, and if they manage the workshop well, they will also manage the village well.