Rather than saying that the rice bucket is a "love brain", it is better to say that it is a love "rice" brain, Song Ying doesn't have to think about it to know that the rice bucket is eating in the house, and it likes to eat her cooking very much.

Song Wang tied the donkey and found a pig trough that was not used, Song Ying put the grass into it, Wang Caihua added some bran to feed the chickens, and the three of them entered the house.

The rice bucket was holding a big chicken leg and feasting, and when he saw Song Ying coming in, he took a big bite of it.

Song Ying frowned, the rice bucket was not afraid at all, as if he knew that Song Ying would not scold it this time, but Wang Caihua dragged the corner of Song Ying's clothes, "Ah Ying, Lord Monkey God has done you a great favor, let's give the chicken legs to Lord Monkey God to eat." ”

Saying that, Wang Caihua went over, sandwiched another big chicken leg into the bowl of the monkey god, and the family also sat down and continued to eat.

The chicken I ate tonight was not raised by Song Ying's family, it ran in from outside, Song Ying went out to ask who lost the chicken, and an aunt secretly said that it was her grandmother's, Song Ying stewed the chicken when she went home, and Wang Caihua didn't ask anything.

After eating, it was not dark yet, Song Ying hurried to make flower dumplings, Wang Caihua came over to help her knead the dough, and asked, "Ah Ying, why do you make flowers and dumplings again?" ”

She heard Song Ying say that these flowers and dumplings are samples, which are used for people to see, and people will invite Song Ying to come to make flowers and dumplings, not for eating.

Since it's not food, it's a waste of money to change it every day.

"Mother, I made these flowers and dumplings to sell, not to look at." The flowers and dumplings made by Song Ying have the zodiac signs of ingots, as well as the popular noodle tiger and the Qiaoguo eaten on the seventh day of July.

Since it was for sale, Wang Caihua didn't continue to ask, she left to help Song Ying knead the noodles, and she really couldn't do the pinching and carving in the back, so she only said to Song Ying: "Call me when you steam in the pot, Ah Ying." ”

Steamed flowers, Wang Caihua is better than Song Ying, she is not burning fast or slow, the steamed flowers are not pasty, Song Ying is too hot, and the flowers near the edge of the pot will be paste.

"Mother, I know." Song Ying took out the bamboo knife, and she didn't know if it was her illusion, she felt that the bamboo knife was a little greener than before, the bamboo knife was only the green of the grass, but now it is the green of the grass with dew drops in the morning.

Holding the bamboo knife, Song Ying's wound yesterday was a little hot and stinging, like being bitten by a mosquito, Song Ying picked up the bamboo knife, and the bamboo knife actually spoke again, "Two months later, there will be a big squire who will ask you to make flowers." ”

After finishing speaking, the bamboo knife became an ordinary bamboo knife again, and the stinging pain on Song Ying's fingers disappeared.

It takes a month to come to the door to do the big business of flowers, it seems that he really has to sell flowers first, Song Ying neatly carved the flowers, when it was brought out, Wang Caihua had already boiled the pot, the flowers were put in, and Wang Caihua burned two cauldrons at the same time.

"Ah Ma, those small ones are also flowers and dumplings like purses?" Wang Caihua had never seen Song Ying do that before.

"Mother, that's also a flower dumpling, it's about to be July 7, that's a coincidence, it's eaten on July 7." In the previous life, the first flower and dumpling that Song Ying learned to make was a coincidence.

Qiaoguo is simple and easy to make, there is a special mold, put it in the mold and press it, and then knock it out.

"Look at my memory, I forgot that it's almost the seventh of July, and I have to prepare a burnt sugar fire. This year, we use white noodles with fried and crushed peanuts and brown sugar, which is sure to be delicious. "Wang Caihua's best thing is to burn sugar.

Every July 7, the people in the village came to Song Wang's house with white noodles and asked Wang Caihua to help burn the sugar.

It turned out that the seventh day of July here was to eat sugar fire, Song Ying used to eat Qiaoguo and dumplings, she asked: "Mother, who in our village will make a mold, it is so big, with flowers carved on it." ”

Song Ying used her hands to compare what the mold looks like, with the mold, it will be much easier to make a coincidence, but she is not sure that there is a mold in this era.

"Mother knows what a mold is, your father will do it, there are a lot of them in our family, Ah Ma, have you forgotten?" Wang Caihua sometimes can't understand her daughter, Ah Ying has become capable, but she seems to be forgetful, and now she even forgets that Song Wang can carve molds.

You must know that Ah Ying used to like to squat on the side and watch Song Wang carve molds, a villain is not noisy or noisy, and he can watch it for a day with his chin propped up.

Song Ying patted her head in annoyance, she didn't get this from the memory of the original owner, so naturally she didn't know, "...... Mother, where is the mold, why haven't I seen it? ”

"Didn't you put it in that wooden box?" Wang Caihua came over and touched Song Ying's forehead, it's not hot, why is her daughter suddenly so forgetful.

Song Ying: "......"

Standing up, Song Ying entered the house like twisting a twist, but she was really asked by Wang Caihua and didn't know what to say.

Finding the mold from the box, Song Ying recognized that this was a mold for frying "fried paste", which was relatively long, and it was not suitable for making flower dumplings, Song Ying found Song Wang, and compared the mold he needed again, "Dad, it's best to use pear wood or peach wood, the width is three centimeters, and the depth is two centimeters, can you do it?" ”

"Absolutely." Finally able to help his daughter, Song Wang was full of energy, "You go to the town tomorrow to buy a few pieces of paper, you draw them, and your father will make them for you." ”

"Dad, don't be tired." What Song Ying hopes most is that his father's leg can get better quickly, if it affects the recovery of his father's leg because of the mold, Song Ying would rather not have a mold.

Song Wang frowned and yelled at Song Ying, "Ah Ying, I'm not a paper man, I don't do anything like this, I might as well kick my legs directly." ”

Song Wang felt that the biggest torture in this world was to eat and sleep, sleep and eat, anyway, he couldn't stand it.

Song Ying plucked out her ears and came out to find a rice bucket, she had to let the rice bucket go to her to get bad luck, she was suspected by her mother, and she was yelled at by her father, what kind of life is she!

The next day, Song Ying was still sitting in Zhou Laoshi's donkey cart, and after she left, the whole village exploded......