In winter, only cabbage and radishes, which can be stored in the cellar, can be eaten for a long time.

This year, the family has made a lot of money, and Wang Sumei is even more willing to cook and eat during the Chinese New Year.

The noodles made of dumplings are the wheat flour that the farmers bought and grinded and mentioned in the city, and the color is not white and yellow, but whether it is making noodles or steaming steamed buns to make steamed buns, it is very fragrant, and the more you chew, the sweeter it is.

The stuffing of radish meat and cabbage meat, buns and dumplings, Jiang Xinyu and a few people were busy around the stove.

Guo Hong is envious in her heart, their family has a large population, and they can't even eat meat openly during the New Year, and they can't buy a new dress for many years.

Look at Jiang Xinyu's house again, not to mention the TV, you can buy new clothes and new shoes for the New Year, there are pork ribs and fish hanging in the kitchen, and there are two kinds of dumpling fillings.

She now thinks that it is really not good for her family to have a large population, and the same amount of meat can make the family eat delicious and satisfying in other people's homes, but not in her family.

"Xinyu, your home is so nice." She is envious, but not jealous.

When self-employed people look down on her, Jiang Xinyu's family doesn't have this concern, she doesn't care what her school classmates say, but her grades are good enough, and she can publish reading materials, others work hard, she works harder.

"Yan Yan, peel a piece of candy for your aunt." Jiang Xinyu called her own children who were not always smart.

The child gave her face this time, slowly peeled a white rabbit toffee for Guo Hong, and stretched out his little hand to feed Guo Hong.

After praising the children, she said to Guo Hong, "I think you are also very good, what you don't have now, and you will have it in the future."

People who work hard and are diligent and motivated must deserve a better life.

The future of contemporary college students is certainly not bad.

Guo Hong smiled and said, "Looking at your family, I know that there are still few people in the family, and life is good, and one dollar does not need to be broken into eight parts."

Song Yahui has a different idea about this, "My family has a large population, although it is not rich, but there is a lot of labor, and everyone in the village can eat food every year, although they can't buy new clothes every year. Isn't it time to divide the fields into households this year? People with large populations have more land than others, like me who came out to work for Mr. Jiang's family, and at the end of the year, I also saved a sum of money to send home, a large population is not a burden, we can return to our families after we have the ability to make money."

Guo Hong didn't argue with him, what he said was a little reasonable, but he couldn't understand the hard work of the eldest sister in the family to pull a group of children younger than her to grow up.

She is willing to give for her family and take care of her younger siblings, but if she has a choice, she also wants to be at ease.

"Sister Guo Hong, you should be optimistic, you can be admitted to university is already an achievement that many high school students can't achieve, you are the one who gives your family glory and honors your ancestors."

Song Yahui made Guo Hong laugh with one sentence.

Her parents don't think she's a big deal about being a college student at all, if it weren't for the monthly subsidy for college students, she wouldn't have been able to study in this university at the beginning.

Jiang Xinyu turned his head and saw that the child was peeling candy and eating, there were several candy wrappers under his feet, and after washing his hands, he came to him, broke his little hands and saw that he was still holding a few candy wrappers in his palm.

It's amazing, and I secretly ate a lot of sugar.

"I want all my teeth to be eaten by worms."

Wang Sumei came in with sugar and oil fruits, and when this kid smelled it, he stretched out his hand to ask for it.

"Eating more sugar for the New Year is not in the way, if you have worm teeth, you can grow new ones when the bad teeth are gone." Wang Sumei couldn't help but fight for one or two for her grandson.

Jiang Xinyu couldn't help but praise her mother-in-law's theory, saying this, eating too much sugar really has no consequences at all.

Although, however, she will not let her children eat too much sugar anyway.

There were pork ribs and potatoes stewed in the pot in the hall, and the two stoves in the kitchen were not idle, and when it was dark, a table of dishes was served.

turned off the TV, took out the record player, and put Teresa Teng's record, she was very careful not to amplify the sound, only as background music.

The sound of the beautiful voice has been criticized, and you can't listen to it with great fanfare, so as not to find trouble.

There are chickens and fish

There was meat and dumplings, Jiang Xinyu took out the ginseng wine that Ding Changhai brought back, and poured a small glass by herself.

Wang Sumei said with a red face: "Come, let's have a drink together, I hope everyone will get better and better next year."

"There are a lot of dishes to cook, they are all open to eat, Guo Hong, you will go back at night, just live here with Xinyu, and it will be okay to drink two more sips of wine."

If there is no Guo Hong and Song Yahui, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will add children at home, and I don't know how lonely it will be during the New Year, Wang Sumei thinks it is good to have two more people.

Guo Hong's heart was hot, and she didn't pretend to eat when she ate, and after drinking a glass, she poured another glass: "I won't say anything good and obedient, thank you for calling me here for the New Year today, if you have anything to help in the future, you just call me, I will definitely be duty-bound."

Wang Sumei couldn't drink the wine, so a small glass was on her face, "You come back next year, Auntie is welcome."

Jiang Xinyu patted Guo Hong, "Drink less wine and eat more."

Guo Hong and Song Yahui's meals are not small, and the dishes on a large table have been wiped out.

The sound of firecrackers sounded around, Yan Yan looked around in fright, and then took an eager little step and plunged into Jiang Xinyu's arms.

Beibei's dog is different from other puppies, the sound of firecrackers crackles outside, and it tilts its head with its ears pricked up and listens carefully, and it makes a few noises from time to time, looking full of courage.

Full of wine and food, firecrackers hung on the branches of pomegranate trees, Jiang Xinyu lit a match several times, and ran away before lighting the lead, Song Yahui laughed on the side.

In the past, Chen Yi lit the cannon during the Chinese New Year, but Jiang Xinyu started it herself this year, not to mention how nervous she was when she lit the cannon.

This Bei Bei of her family is really unusual, in the past, Xiao Hei must have hid back in the kennel when the cannon was fired in the village, but Bei Bei was not, so it barked at the firecrackers.

After the split, it was a remnant of red.

"Don't sleep today, the four of you are just playing mahjong." Wang Sumei went back to the house and took out a pocket.

The pocket is a gray-brown rag, wrapped in a piece of wood carved out of uniform size mahjong, and unlike the mahjong of the Eight Classics, each small piece is painted with red and black ink.

Jiang Xinyu was shocked, "Where did you get this?"

"There are people on the street who sell it, five cents a piece, a bit expensive, thinking that I can play for the New Year, and I will buy it when you haven't come back yet."

Three of the four people can't play mahjong, Wang Sumei has a bronze belt and three Xiaobai, and when they all understand the rules, she said, "A plate is a penny, and I will make you eat the money you lose."

The four of them fought until two o'clock, and finally they couldn't stay up anymore before they fell asleep.

Another year has passed, and the Wuliqiao Brigade during the New Year is no different from previous years, most of the people are still those people, but Old Man Jiang is very melancholy at the dinner table of Jiang Lao'er's house.

The third child would have been able to come out in a few years, but he died at the bottom of the mine, so let the white-haired man send the black-haired man!