The twenty-third year of the year, the day when the king of the stove wants to go to heaven.

On this day, the kitchen should sacrifice to the god of the stove, stick melon and sugar, and give the king of the stove a sweet mouth, and say something good to the heavens. Every year, Lin Cuihua and her sister-in-law have to make maltose herself.

As soon as the maltose was made, the children were on the side to help indiscriminately, doing strange shapes, busy and happy, doing and doing, not knowing who could fight with whom, and after the fight was reconciled, and then another person would fight.

Year twenty-four, sweep the house.

On this day, Yin Xuemei and An Guoming came back, and they came back together with their eldest daughter.

On this day, all the children put on a hat made of paper, a rag or a broom, and start cleaning up the whole house.

On the second and fifth days of the year, fried New Year's goods.

All kinds of fried stuff are done on this day.

An's family has a large population, and before I saw anything when the pot was blown up, it was taken by you and her.

It was Lin Cuihua who fried things, watching this scene happily, and always saying in her mouth: You can eat well, you can eat well.

Year 26, boiled pork knuckle.

On this day, Luo Li and An Guoming returned.

Several cauldrons of An's family are wafting with the aroma of meat all day long, and large pieces of meat such as pig's trotters, pig's heads, and pig's knuckles are all prepared on this day.

On the second and seventh days of the year, chickens and geese were slaughtered.

The family will keep a batch of home-raised ones every year, and when they are killed and eaten during the New Year, they will taste better.

On this day, the courtyard of An's house was a little bloody, but the children were very excited.

At the age of twenty-eight, put the face hair.

In Anjia, this day is another day for the whole family to mobilize, and they make sticky bean buns.

Red bean paste and peanut filling.

The kang is full of people, and on the one hand, the millet leaves are glued under the sticky bean buns.

In addition, there are people who make a fire in the kitchen and steam sticky bean buns.

Finally, there was a group of people in the yard, putting the hot sticky bean buns on the curtain made of budding rice stalks, placing them one by one, and freezing them.

The frozen sticky bean buns will be placed in a large vat, and when you want to eat them, you can take them out and put them on the pot to re-steam.

Of course, although it seems that there are a lot, when everyone returns to the city for the New Year, there will be not many families to share a little.

On the twenty-ninth day of the year, the New Year began to be celebrated at home.

Because at the time of the Chinese New Year's Eve, An Ning and several people needed to go up the mountain to toast their ancestors, uncles, and husbands for the New Year.

In the morning, the children were sent away by Lin Cuihua with a bowl of porridge per person, and in Lin Cuihua's words, they were waiting for the afternoon to eat delicious food.

The children went out to play together, An Ning, Jiang Xia, An Guoming, and An Guoping were the guardians.

Watching the children skating and skating cars, An Guoming said with emotion: "Decades ago, we also played like this. ”

"Second brother, when you say that, I feel like I'm going to be ga, it was a few decades ago, and it will be more than twenty years at most."

Several people watched the children reminisce about the past, lamenting the passage of time and the changes in their lives.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, everyone was called home for dinner and New Year's Day.

The thriving family of Anjia filled three tables of people.

An Sancheng stood up with a wine glass, and said without a word of nonsense: "It's another year, it's all good, cheers." ”

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

With a cheer, everyone clinked glasses and sat down and began to eat.

In the Chinese New Year's Eve, Anning took the children up the mountain and worshiped the ancestors and husband.

At night, a large family of people crowded into a room, you are next to me on the kang, I am leaning on you, the ground is also full of mats, sitting on the warm floor heat, eating fruits and nuts, watching the slightly boring Spring Festival Gala, complaining together.

The family sits idly and the lights are amiable.

There is a little warmth in the day, and there is a small peace in the year.

The tenderness of this life, remember to give a copy to your family.

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