Chen Shuo slept peacefully this night, he didn't have to think about anything, and he didn't dream anything at night, and when Dongfang Fish's belly was white, he woke up naturally.

In the old place in the courtyard, he practiced the five poultry plays against the rising sun, and Xiaohu also accompanied him to practice.

Of course, it is said that he is practicing with him, but in fact, it is stretching his waist and flying twice, but that kind of leisurely is no worse than Chen Shuo's time when he practiced tiger play.

If Chen Shuo practices tiger play, he trains himself to become a big tiger, then the little tiger practicing tiger play is like a person in motion.

After practicing, Chen Shuo took out some casual food from the salute, and the beef jerky given to him by the milk bag, boiled a pot of hot water and ate it.

Then I went outside the door to find some discarded gray tiles, picked up the good ones and renovated the roof, the most important thing is to make up for the leaks.

I worked until noon, repairing the leaks, and even the exterior walls were re-pasted with yellow mud.

Chen Shuo hadn't prepared the ingredients yet, and in the next few days, he rarely cooked by himself, and went to the homes of relatives in various families to eat, and by the way, he gave some small gifts bought in various places.

Xiaohu also followed him to eat, and the east family ate the west family.

As the end of the year draws closer, relatives who went out to work gradually returned, and the mountain village became more and more lively.

After a busy year, after returning home to clean up, I began to meet to play cards and drink together.

Chen Shuo doesn't play cards or mahjong much, but the amount of alcohol he has practiced since he was a child makes others not forget him as long as they drink.

On the 24th day of the year, Chen Shuo followed the villagers to catch the market on a tractor.

All the New Year's goods that should be prepared are ready.

On the twenty-fifth of the year, Chen Yukun's family of three also came back with big bags and small bags, Chen Shuo opened the fire for the first time, and asked Chen Yukun's family, who had cleaned up for a day, to eat.

On the twenty-sixth, there was a snowfall in the night, which stained the whole earth with snow.

Today, the village kills New Year's pigs in the barnyard, Chen Jiagu kills New Year's pigs almost every year on this day, and then a large family you move the table, I take the stool, you out of the bowl, I out of the chopsticks.

Gather the whole village together and take advantage of this day to have a meal together.

Chen Shuo has great strength and has always been the main force in killing pigs, although he rarely uses knives, but he is indispensable for crushing pigs.

With him pressing, no matter how the big fat pig struggles, don't even think about breaking free.

As soon as the knife went down, the blood flowed into a large iron basin with salt water, and then waited for it to sit there to make blood tofu.

Several people lifted the New Year pig with Chen Shuo, put it in a large iron pot with boiling hot water, plucked the feathers, washed it white and clean, and then the uncle Chen Yusheng came to divide the meat.

Since Chen Shuo rode on the blood-spewing pig when he was ten years old, after half the village, the pig's head would basically be distributed to him in any year.

This year is no exception.

After dividing the meat, the meals are also ready, and the main dish is a pot of pork, pork offal, stewed cabbage, radish and vermicelli with pig's blood.

Other dishes such as pork head, roast chicken, fried chicken, and whole fish are available on each table, just like eating a big feast.

A meal is eaten from noon to three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and then things are cleaned up.

Chen Shuo returned home with a piece of meat and a huge pig's head.

He hung up the meat first, carried the pig's head to the well, took a thick-backed kitchen knife and cut the pig's head from the lower jaw of the neck, and the bone was split in half, and the meat on the top was still connected.

Take out the pig brain, clean it and put it aside, and wash the pig's head again.

He carried the pig's head and a bucket of water into the house, brushed the pot, and put the water in with the pig's head meat.

He also wrapped the spices such as green onions, ginger, Sichuan pepper, and anise in a small cloth and threw them in.

After entering the West House, he opened a wine jar and scooped a scoop of multigrain wine that had been precipitated for a year and added it to it.

Add enough firewood to boil the blood foam on high heat, skim it clean, and then take out half of the firewood and simmer it slowly.

Then I started to mix the noodles, waited for them to rise, boiled the vermicelli in a small pot on the side, chopped it, and mixed it with the pork and cabbage and seasoning.

Then next to the stove, while making dumplings, while watching the boiled pork head meat.

The wrapped dumplings are served in a pot and placed in the shade of the West Winghouse, and when it is time to eat, they are directly served.

Originally, he and his grandfather did all this work together in previous years, but this year he was the only one left, and he had to do it alone.

In the evening, he didn't go to anyone who came to call him, so he stayed at home with Xiaohu, made thirty or forty palm-sized dumplings, cut a pig's ear, and adjusted a piece of pig's head.

Put the marinated and steamed pork brain on a plate, garnish with a little shredded ginger, green onion, white sesame seeds, add Sichuan pepper, dried red pepper, etc.

I boiled a pot of hot oil, splashed it on it with a thud, and mixed it with the fragrant aroma.

Buckled the two pig eyes to Xiaohu, and went to the Westinghouse wine jar to beat a pound of wine.

Chen Shuo sat on the east side, Xiaohu sat on the west side, and one person and one cat ate in the house.

Although there is only one person and one cat, Chen Shuo feels at ease in his heart.

It's more reassuring than he earned 100,000 yuan in half a year.

Early the next morning, Chen Shuo bought things and went to his grandmother and mother's relatives to pay a visit to his early years.

Originally, he should have gone to his relatives after the New Year, but this year, something happened to his family, so he had to go in advance.

After the New Year in the province, when people were saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, they brought bad luck with them.

When his mother was still there, it was his parents who brought him, and when his mother was gone, it was his father who brought him.

After his father was gone, he came by himself every year.

As the saying goes, my mother-in-law, my mother-in-law, and the dearest is my mother-in-law.

Unlike uncles, there are contradictions such as dividing the family and inheriting property, the uncle of the mother's family has a blood relationship with you, and has no direct interest relationship, and is your closest relative.

Chen Shuo's grandfather and grandmother are also gone, and the two uncles and three aunts have always loved him because Chen Shuo's mother left early.

Seeing him coming, talking about his grandfather, he couldn't help but cry again, Chen Shuo had to comfort him gently, and after eating, he stayed until it was almost dark before letting him leave.

After leaving his relatives, Chen Shuo began to go with his uncles and brothers in the village to the east and west.

By the morning of the 31st, every household began to post couplets.

The red couplet represents the family's expectation for the new year, and it is also a manifestation of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

However, according to custom, when someone in the family dies, there is a saying that there is no sticking or sticking a white link in the first year of filial piety.

Chen Shuo took out the white paper he bought when he was in the market, cut the size, and wrote a set of white couplets with ink, replacing the filial piety couplets pasted when his grandfather died.

When he was filming "Wearing Love", he would ask Feng Li for advice on writing and painting when he had time.

Although this calligraphy has not been practiced in any big way, at least after it is written, it looks decent.

Now in Wu Qi's house, there are several calligraphy and paintings and a set of calligraphy and calligraphy given to him by Feng Li.

In the afternoon, he carried a basket of things and went to the cemetery to visit his grandparents, father and mother, burned paper, toasted wine, and told them about his experience in the past six months in front of the grave, so that they could not worry.