Sliced lamb is quickly denatured under the stimulation of boiling water.

The unique smell of lamb quickly takes over the room and dispels the winter cold.

Yang Xiaotao stirred the mutton in the pot with a spoon, and the rich mutton soup exuded a tempting aroma, which made the people in the room restless.

Yang Dazhuang even stood in front of the pot, holding a big bowl in person, waiting for Yang Xiaotao to come out of the pot.

"Alright."

After tasting a bite of saltiness, Yang Xiaotao nodded with satisfaction, then filled the bowl in Yang Dazhuang's hand, and then threw the chopped green onion into it and personally delivered it to Mrs. Yang.

"Master, try it!"

A circle of people all looked at it.

Under the oil lamp, the meat in the bowl is white and tender, and the soup is milky white, and the meat slices look full of temptation.

"By the way, there's this."

Yang Xiaotao pretended to rummage through the backpack, and then had a small bottle in his hand.

It was placed on the table under the puzzled eyes of everyone, and slowly twisted away.

"Chili noodles?"

Mrs. Yang suddenly shouted happily, and without waiting for Yang Xiaotao to nod, he grabbed the bottle, twisted it open, and pulled out a large piece with chopsticks.

The red-yellow chili oil was immediately poured into the bowl, and the originally milky white soup became bright red, and Mrs. Yang couldn't wait to suck it down.

"Ahem! This tastes strong! Ahem..."

"Before liberation, I went to Taiyuan with the team, and I drank such a bowl on that street."

"How many years have passed, and many people can't drink anymore!"

Recalling the memories, Mrs. Yang looked depressed.

For a while, there was some sadness in the room, and the people who came out of the smoke of the war always had some stories in their hearts that were difficult to let go.

For this kind of thing, Yang Xiaotao can't understand it as a traverser, maybe the genes left in this body record the memories of growing up, but at this time he can't understand that kind of sadness.

After a moment of silence, Yang Dazhuang on the side said, "Master, since it is delicious, you can drink more, drink more for them." ”

"Yes, drink more, drink more for the brothers below."

The old brothers at the table began to persuade, and Mrs. Yang regained his composure, and then laughed, "Then drink more, or I'll keep it for you." ”

"Isn't that cheaper for you?"

"Hahaha"

Everyone laughed, Yang Xiaotao handed the spoon to the stone daughter-in-law, picked up a bowl and sat next to Mrs. Yang.

Then he took out a bottle of Xifeng wine, poured it for the master himself, and then gave a glass to several other people, and finally poured it for himself.

After a lap, the bottom of the bottle remains.

The wine is sweet and crystal clear.

"Master, I wish you good health and all the best."

"All the best."

Yang Xiaotao raised his wine glass to bless Mrs. Yang, and everyone also picked it up to accompany him.

"Okay, let's all be happy."

Everyone took a small sip, and Mrs. Yang sighed, "Yes, it's better than soju." ”

Everyone also nodded in unison, savoring the spicy taste of the wine.

As soon as the wine is drunk, the atmosphere comes up.

Everyone, you ask a question, I will say a word, and soon talk from life to work, to the past, and to the future.

Yang Xiaotao spends most of his time answering questions, from the factory but the courtyard, the people around him and his future plans, as well as his salary, etc., as long as someone asks him, he answers, there is nothing to hide.

And when everyone heard that Yang Xiaotao had earned so much, it was more of a kind of pride.

The pride of their own children.

Mrs. Yang was also relieved when he heard this, and kept nodding to the people around him, "Our Yangjiazhuang is a top one, and he is a hero wherever he goes." ”

The crowd continued to drink, and the atmosphere became more eager.

Yang Xiaotao wanted another bottle, but was stopped by Yang Dazhuang on the side, not because he couldn't drink it, but because he wanted a long stream of water.

Yang Xiaotao also knows the preciousness of this wine.

After drinking, the stone daughter-in-law served a tortilla, which was baked out of the pot, golden on one side and black on the other.

Yang Xiaotao reached out and took a corn tortilla, broke it into a bowl, and soaked it in mutton soup, spraying it fragrantly.

Seeing this, everyone at the table also picked up the bread and ate it coaxingly, and everyone didn't care to look up while guarding the bowl.

Even the women who helped stood at the door with bowls and pulled them up.

So much meat, such a good soup, they have never eaten it in their lives.

It was already midnight after everyone finished eating, and this meal not only announced the return of Yang Xiaotao's identity, but also made the people of Yangjiazhuang regard him as their own.

Everyone dispersed, Yang Xiaotao and Mrs. Yang had a conversation, and sorted out the things they brought back, among which the wine that Aunt Wang entrusted him to bring over, Mrs. Yang just sighed, and then told him to move around more in the future.

Yang Xiaotao understood the reason and nodded happily.

The night passed, and the sun rose.

The most important festival of the year is quietly approaching.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone passed the year.

When Yang Xiaotao got up, it was almost nine o'clock, he got up and shook his head, looking at the unfamiliar room and the furnishings in the house, but there was no strangeness in his heart.

Yesterday I ran around all day, drank some wine in the evening, and didn't sleep long after lying in bed.

Xiaowei saw Yang Xiaotao get up and come out of the window, Yang Xiaotao knew his thoughts, and let her play by herself.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace.

But Yang Xiaotao knew that this little guy was in the yard.

When I opened the door, I heard a crackling sound, and when I looked up, I saw Yang Shishi wearing a gray sweater, rolling up his cuffs and waving an axe to chop the roots of the tree.

Yang Xiaotao ran over in surprise, "Stone, what are you doing here?" ”

"Xiao Tao, you're up!"

"Don't you split some wood for firewood? You haven't eaten yet, I'll have someone give you a hot spot? ”

"No need, I ate late last night, I'm not very hungry, let's wait for lunch."

"Where's the master?"

Yang Xiaotao looked around and didn't find anyone, so he opened his mouth and arrived.

"It's not a year's errand, I'm going to welcome my family."

"Family?"

Yang Xiaotao has some differences, and feudal superstition is not in this era.

"It's just to hang out the ancestors and let future generations know what the name of the ancestors is, which is not interesting."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, then walked over to him and motioned for himself to try it out.

"It's not good, you haven't done this job, it's not good."

"It's okay, I have a lot of strength."

Yang Xiaotao snatched the axe and pointed an axe at the waist-thick tree root below.

"Hey, no, no, you have to go along the fold so that you can ......"

Smack

A cut of tree roots was cut off, and Yang Shishi's mouth opened wide.

"Tell me, I've got a lot of strength."

Yang Xiaotao said proudly, and then slashed at the roots of the tree.

Broken wood and roots were scattered all over the place, and a large tree root was quickly dismembered.

Yang Shishi was dumbfounded, and finally could only admit that Yang Xiaotao was really energetic.

After chopping firewood, Yang Xiaotao followed the stone around the village.

The whole Yangjiazhuang is located on the plain, the land is flat, there is no difficult place to walk, the house construction is also regular, the family has few livestock, and there is not too much garbage and feces on the road.

The two walked around the village, and many women carried sacks to Nanshan to pick leaves and come back to light the fire.

Many children also ran and laughed with them, even if their faces were red from the cold, they did not lose their interest.

Along the way, basically every family said two words, said hello and became familiar.

The first thing the two of them went to was Yang Dazhuang's house, which was also the closest to here.

When he came, Yang Dazhuang was busy working all day as the village chief, but his lover led his three children to the house at home.

There are two boys and a girl, the eldest boy is eight years old, the younger one is six years old, and the youngest daughter is only three years old.

The children were all raised as boys, wearing fairly clean clothes, and running around the yard.

Yang Xiaotao brought some candy when he went out, and after seeing the three children, he immediately took out some and distributed them to them.

Although the child was panicked, when he saw Yang Xiaotao's face, he looked at his mother who was packing up the corn wraps.

Yang Dazhuang's daughter-in-law Wang Fang is also from Gaojiazhuang next door, she married in the early years, she is not tall but has a stout figure, a big face, and short hair with ears, just as bold.

hurriedly beckoned Yang Xiaotao into the house, and took out a small bag of melon seeds to greet him.

The three children took the candy and ran outside excitedly to play.

Yang Xiaotao sat at Yang Dazhuang's house for a while before saying goodbye and going to other people's houses.

Perhaps the children's circle was too wide, and the three children ran around outside and immediately publicized the candy.

At this moment, Yang Xiaotao followed a group of children wherever he went, and there was no way to favor one over the other, and a bowl of water was not even.

Fortunately, there are still many such candies in the space, and Yang Xiaotao sent two pieces to the children one by one, which can be regarded as a New Year's greeting gift.

In this way, the children of the whole village finally found the joy of the New Year.

Many people also know about Yang Xiaotao, plus the meeting last night, Yang Xiaotao's situation was also spread by the people who ate, and this excellent offspring was quickly remembered by the villagers.

Before noon, some aunts from the next village who heard the news began to talk about the matchmaker, and they were all enthusiastic, asking Yang Xiaotao to run home quickly.

However, he still underestimated the enthusiasm of women in this era for the pursuit of 'love', or the passion for the pursuit of life in the city.

If you are shy, you will ask someone, and there are few boasts in the sky, and they are stunning in the world.

The bold ones came to Yang's house, their eyes hooked on Yang Xiaotao, and they couldn't wait to eat him directly.

As a human being in two lives, Yang Xiaotao really foresaw this for the first time, and he couldn't help but panic.

Mrs. Yang on the side looked at Yang Xiaotao's busy appearance, and he was also happy.

Fortunately, Yang Xiaotao knows what he is pursuing, and simple beauty is not his pursuit.

What he pursues, ahem, beauty and connotation.

After sending off the people who 'visited the door', the two of them hung the family tree in the guest hall, a long yellowed piece of hard paper, and there were many spaces on it, but the names were all the people who left.

Yang Xiaotao saw his father's name under a branch, and his mother's name next to it, and he was inexplicably a little sad, but he was quickly dissipated by the New Year's atmosphere.

When he talked to Mrs. Yang about what he encountered, the old man also laughed, but he did not interfere in Yang Xiaotao's marriage.

He knew in his heart that Yang Xiaotao's conditions were not to find a rural baby.

It's not that he looks down on rural people, he just wants Yang Xiaotao to have a better family.

This is not partiality, it is purely an old man's love for his offspring.

At noon, he and Mrs. Yang began to paste Spring Festival couplets, cut red paper into long strips, and the old people in the village began to write Spring Festival couplets.

Yang Xiaotao watched from the side, compared to the three masters in the courtyard, it was a little less literary than what was written, but it was more practical and wrote people's voices.

"Love the country, love the party, love the people, work hard and work hard to ensure production!"

"Build a home!"

Yang Xiaotao looked at it with a pair of Spring Festival couplets, and Mrs. Yang also took a broom to spread the paste on the door, and then the two of them pasted it together.

"New Year, New Weather, Everything from the Beginning!"

"Happy family."

The two pasted Spring Festival couplets on the door of the hall again, and then began to prepare for dinner.

At noon, Yang Xiaotao came to the brigade headquarters next door with Mrs. Yang with a rice bowl, at this moment a row of pots was pouring hot water, a bunch of women were busy, children kept wandering around the pot, from time to time from their mother and aunt to get something to eat, and then continued to play with satisfaction.

This appearance allowed Yang Xiaotao to fully see what a big pot of rice is.

Speaking of which, eating in the factory is also a kind of big pot rice, but one asks for a ticket and the other pays grain.

Of course, tickets are also issued!

But it's not easy to eat this meal.

Yang Xiaotao stepped forward, and several women and aunts smiled.

Say hello, and then look at the lump that is being rubbed.

The noodles on the wooden board are just some flour mixed with wheat bran, which looks gray, and you can faintly see the raised particles.

It's not as good as a two-in-one.

Yang Xiaotao looked left and right, it was such a meal, and the eyes of the people around him were still full of joy.

Several people also recognized Yang Xiaotao, and even the meat in this meal was brought back by Yang Xiaotao.

Usually during the Chinese New Year, there is not much time to eat meat.

This year, they are also stained with Yang Xiaotao's light.

"Don't you know?"

The approaching lady didn't look at Yang Xiaotao staring at her and explained.

"This is a piece of wheat with a piece of skin. This thing is not eaten at ordinary times, except for festivals, when working and laboring. ”

When Yang Xiaotao heard this, he asked, "There is nothing to eat in the village?" ”

The eldest lady sneered, "If you want to say that there is, in fact, there are." ”

"But you have to save it."

"Not enough to eat?"

"Alas, it's been like this for the past few years, and the autumn harvest is gone, and it won't be eaten before the spring."

"The big guys have to tighten their belts, and it's the New Year, so you can have a good meal."

The eldest lady opened the topic, and several people around also came over to talk.

From time to time, someone asks, "Surely you can't be hungry in the city?" ”

"I heard that the city specializes in distributing grain, and the people in the factory don't have to farm to eat, and your city is really good."

Yang Xiaotao listened from the sidelines, and was not happy because of the 'city people'.

On the contrary, after knowing the current situation in the village, his heart could not be happy.

At noon, when the food came out of the pot, Yang Xiaotao lined up to make a noodle soup, took two wowotou, and went home with Mrs. Yang.

After the two of them finished eating, Yang Xiaotao asked about the situation in the village, and Mrs. Yang sighed, saying that what Yang Xiaotao heard was almost the same.

Thinking of the days in the village after the New Year, Yang Xiaotao is also heartbroken.

What can he do?

Most of the things I bought back have been handed over, and the rest is taken out, which is also a drop in the bucket.

How difficult is it to make changes in this environment?

Even if all the credits are exchanged for things, it can satisfy Yangjiazhuang for a while, so what about after that?

What about other villages?

Yang Xiaotao was a little confused, looking at the bare poplar trees outside the window, and finally lowered his head.

"The courtyard is too small."

(End of chapter)