What to do with a full-scale life

Chapter 234 Winter Festival

The weather in the past two years has been quite abnormal. According to normal conditions, GZ can almost be said to be a city without winter, but this year, as soon as winter entered GZ, snowflakes fell in GZ. Meteorologists tried to explain it in many ways. But everyone didn't really care, because snow was not an anomaly but a gift to such a southern city, especially this snow was neither small nor big, just reaching the ankle.

The school was closed due to safety considerations, and the children in Chang'an Lane were already playing outside before dawn. They couldn't resist this kind of happiness every year, and went out to eat snow with the little friends in the box early. .

Although the adults in every household will tell the children that the snow is dirty and cannot be eaten, who cares about the little bastards? After all, the children in the south are full of reverie, longing and expectation for the snow, just like the children of the grassland are for the sea.

Early in the morning, the heavy snow was still falling, and Chang'an Lane gradually became lively. The little bastards were called home for dinner one by one, wet and shivering. From time to time, there were shrill voices belonging to women in the alley, shouting "" XXX go back to eat" means that the happiness of the bastards has temporarily come to an end.

There are also a few early-morning shops in Chang’an Alley, selling things like rice rolls and steamed dumplings, which is not considered a business. Even if the neighbors in the alley make some things to subsidize their families in their spare time, they don’t expect to make much money. Just can't stay idle.

So the early morning steam and heavy snow blended together like this. Workers bought some when they passed by, and complained to the boss about the ghostly weather, and then continued to turn around and blend into the city behind.

Brother Xiao Zhang stood in front of the window, with a large jar of pickled plums in front of him. Today is the beginning of winter, and according to the rules, he will make pork ribs with plums to reward the neighbors who have worked hard in the past year.

This is the rule of Chang'an Lane for 700 years. Although things will change due to different times, there is such a procedure after all.And this generation is in the hands of Brother Zhang.

He put the pitted plums aside, and then took out the sweet and sour tangerine peel. After washing off the dust on it, he was about to start processing the ribs.

The pork ribs delivered this morning were very fresh. The elder brother who delivered the meat smiled and said that today he knew that Chang’an Lane was going to be a treat, so he specially picked the best ribs for Xiao Zhang, two fat and eight thin with crisp bones.

The ribs are also easy to handle. First soak in cold water for a while, then add onion, ginger, star anise and cinnamon cooking wine to blanch the water. After it is completely blanched, take it out and put it in a basket aside for later use. Put oil in a large iron pan. After the oil is hot, add sugar, and when the color is maroon, add the pork ribs and start to stir-fry. During the period, add soy sauce and stir-fry until the aroma is released. Then add boiling water to cover the pork ribs. After the water boils, add plums and tangerine peels, then cover with a small fire. Googling.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Xiao Zhang, the 100-jin spare ribs would be fatal, but when the sour smell comes out, the morning's hard work will be worth it.

Lei Long sat in front of the cauldron and watched the fire, he couldn't do anything now, the only thing he could do was sit there, either watching TV or watching the fire.Brother Xiao Zhang went to the side and began to prepare other side dishes. After all, there are many things to do today. Although the ribs are the main course, they cannot be the only ribs.

"Potato beef brisket, chicken nuggets with salt and pepper, crispy tenderloin, crab roe and tofu soup, the staple food is shrimp tortillas, rice, and pickled pepper noodles." Xiao Zhang squatted there and counted other ingredients: "If you are really bored, just watch it yourself TV."

"It's okay, I'll just sit here."

Lei Long sat there with his cheeks on the flames in the furnace in a daze, and murmured, "Before you know it, this year is the 700th year of Chang'an Lane. Boss, you say that in another 700 years, will Chang'an Lane still exist?" I'll be there."

Brother Xiao Zhang didn't speak, just sat in front of a big iron basin cleaning up the beef, only raised his head and glanced at Lei Long when he heard Lei Long's question, then continued to lower his head and busy with his own affairs.

Lei Long didn't ask further, because he knew that Brother Zhang never made any predictions, whether he was there or not was just a matter of fate for him. Although no one knew what the future would be, Brother Zhang could.

"I can't talk nonsense, right? After I got the Lingling, I became more careful when I spoke. To be honest, when I was forced to beat by the Black Spirit Mountain, I didn't think of the Lingling at once, otherwise it would definitely not be like this. Lei Long sat there with a sad face on his face: "Thinking about it, I feel aggrieved."

Brother Xiao Zhang has already started cutting beef at this moment, and he laughed when he heard Lei Long's words: "Some things are probably fate, I think it's better to go there and wonder why it accidentally fell into Qing Lingzi's hands." , you might as well think about why there are people other than Qing Lingzi who want to offer you a reward."

After hearing this, Thunder Dragon suddenly raised his head and slapped his thigh: "Yes, the key is who offers me a bounty. And the people from Qinglingzi also think I'm a ghost, so it's obvious that the person who offered me a bounty is They only came after me after I went to Japan."

"You're too loud."

Little Brother Zhang is right. Thunder Dragon is as rampant as Little Baga is. Basically, he looks like the boss and second child. Not only does he not pay attention to his own concealment, he even broadcasts others live It would be strange if he didn't offer a reward to him.

Once he figured this out, Thunder Dragon's grievances disappeared immediately. After all, if he was replaced by any force, he suddenly found out that someone like Thunder Dragon was born out of thin air. , nothing more than trying to intimidate Jiali and lure him to join the enemy.

It's just that Qing Lingzi didn't hand him in according to the rules, but instead killed him with a knife. This is a relatively good way to deal with it.As for why Thunder Dragon can't be let go, even Thunder Dragon doesn't dare to hope, because if Qing Lingzi falls into his hands, he will definitely not let Qing Lingzi go.

So in many cases, the complexity of this world is really far beyond the scope that Thunder Dragon's not very developed brain can understand. It is no wonder that he suffers repeatedly.It's no wonder that from the beginning to the end, the mouse with not outstanding combat effectiveness was the leader of the twelve spirits.

Poor combat effectiveness is not necessarily a defect, but poor brains must be a defect.

"Damn it, offer a reward to me! Fuck, I'll ask my eldest sister to offer a reward to them." Although Thunder Dragon is no longer obsessed with the fact that he was killed, the law of conservation of anger tells us that a person's anger cannot be generated out of thin air. It doesn't just disappear, it has to be transformed from one way to another.

Thunder Dragon was angry with himself and Qing Lingzi before, but now his anger is directed at the organization that offered him a reward.

After eleven o'clock at noon, Xiao Zhang's dishes were almost ready, and at this moment the mouse came to the restaurant sleepily, and just entered the room when he heard Lei Long swearing, the scolding was very dirty, no serious person The kind of ear to hear.

"Who stepped on your tail again?"

The mouse straddled the chair, lifted the lid of the pot and picked out a piece of beef brisket with his fingernails, put it into his mouth, tossed it back and forth, and continued, "You can't be safe for a day?"

Lei Long sat there furiously: "Someone is offering a bounty to me."

"I'm offering you a reward for something? Didn't Qing Lingzi say that someone asked him to catch you. He didn't recognize you, so something went wrong. Why are you still angry in this place? .”

Lei Long waved his hand: "No, listen to me."

After sitting there and listening to Thunder Dragon's description, the mouse probably understood the meaning, and he also understood why Thunder Dragon was angry, it was nothing more than his dignity being ruined, and before talking about Lingzi, he actually had nothing to complain about. It's normal for Qing Lingzi to do that.But now a shit organization that doesn't know where it came from dares to provoke him, so he doesn't want to lose face?
But he is angry, but the problem is that being angry now can't solve the problem. They are weak now. Before the twelve spirits have formed an eight-bit line, there are just a few stragglers, it is really not enough, and if it is true It is necessary to mobilize collectively. What if they are wiped out by the group? You must know that according to the regulations, their revenge seeking is not protected by the Multi-Civilization Border Treaty. Their twelve spirits really have no dignity at all.

"I know that too, but I just can't swallow this breath."

"Okay." The mouse wiped his hands on the clothes: "This matter is not over, you can wait for your new body in peace."

At this time, Xiao Zhang had already started making soup. He put the processed salted egg yolk paste into a large pot and scattered it, then added only salt and sugar, and then added water to it. After the water boiled, put the tofu and Some Chinese cabbage leaves were put in, and finally the minced meat and diced ham were put in, and then the tofu in it was simmered slowly.

The classic four dishes and one soup will be ready soon, and Xu Wei also began to move the table out at this time.

At about twelve o'clock, the heavy snow finally stopped, and the Chang'an Lane quickly returned to its previous bustle. The neighbors here also started to get busy, and every household began to move their tables out.

The table circled three times around the big sycamore tree, and the little bastards who were released again happily burrowed between the tables until Brother Zhang carried out the food, and after a gong sounded, it was considered serious It's time for dinner.

Because of the year after year, there have been no firecrackers in Chang'an Lane for many years, but the impact of the tables, chairs and benches is not much less powerful than the firecrackers. The family serves dishes and meals outside, and the head of each household has already brought the rice bowls and came to Brother Zhang to prepare meals.

This 700-year-old tradition originated from a small shop that gave out porridge and rice, but it was the bowl of millet porridge and a stick of yam that made Chang'an Lane Chang'an Lane. Every year on the day of Lidong, for For Chang'an Lane, it is not the New Year that is better than the New Year.

Brother Zhang has put on Pikachu's apron at the moment, holding a large rice spoon in his hand, and the two golden flowers, Hu Niu and Sister Gou, next to him are wearing beautiful clothes that they seldom wear, holding a thick stack of red envelopes in their hands, Whoever Little Brother Zhang cooks for, they will hand over a red envelope.

Regardless of how big or how high your status is outside, at this moment, you have to respectfully and smile and shout out thank you, the Lord, and after they bring back the meal from the Lord, the second project will start , the meals on the tables of all families will start to be passed, and everyone present will turn the plates upside down three times, no one knows what will be eaten in front of them, and this is also the most interesting part, the children will even chase after themselves The dishes they like to eat run around, and they sit there wherever the dishes are parked.

There are three groups of newcomers to Chang'an Lane this year, the zombies, the two green and white snakes, and Jin Mei. They didn't know these rules before, and as the first-year comers, these three groups were placed in the guest seats.

Jin Mei felt that she was losing face, so she simply called the little fairy to fetch her fine wine. Although she didn't know the rules and didn't cook this year, she could take care of the wine.

The two green and white snakes were also flattered, they never expected that there would be such a celebration in Chang'an Lane, and the atmosphere would be so good, they didn't know what to say while sitting there.

But the zombie was crying because he was too emotional.

Just as the wine was fragrant in Chang'an Alley, the sound of motorcycles rang outside, and then Zhang Yao took off his helmet and stood there with a blank face. He saw that Brother Zhang was here today, so he went up curiously and asked Said: "What is this for?"

"Winter Festival." The mouse who was squatting next to him raised his head and said, "I don't want to talk about work today, I'll find an open space to eat by myself."

"Oh……"

Zhang Yao sat in the crowd with a confused face. Her delicate person was a little shocked to see such a scene. Fortunately, she was not a stranger in Chang'an Lane, so she asked curiously.

"It happens every year, every Lidong, it's been like this for hundreds of years."

Zhang Yao picked up a piece of pork ribs in the bowl, but was stared at by the person at the same table very dissatisfied. She didn't understand why, so the little girl next to her who had just entered college explained to her: "This is the meal made by the Lord... …every family is reluctant to eat it. If you want to take it home and eat it at night, if you eat this when you come up, people will definitely stare at you. It’s a tradition, you get used to it.”

"Okay, I get it now."

Sure enough, she raised her head and saw that there were people eating all kinds of dishes on the surrounding tables, but the dish in the middle was left untouched. It looked like a tribute to the gods. .

Zhang Yao is not greedy, she just feels that she has known Xiao Zhang for three years, and he has never asked her to participate in this kind of activity, and Jin Mei has been treated like this for the first time this year, thinking about it, she feels very wronged... …

At this moment, Jin Mei came over with a wine glass, and she toasted one by one like a hostess. When she arrived at Zhang Yao's table, she even held Zhang Yao's hand with a smile and said, "Hurry up!" It's better to be in time, you can come just in time. If you are later, the food will be cold."

Zhang Yao looked up at Jin Mei, and suddenly didn't know what to say. She smiled dryly, and then she wanted to say something but found that she couldn't say a word, and the aura she was proud of was lost like this. It's a mess.

The Twelve Spirits have also come back one after another except for Aji. You can tell from the wind and snow covered in the pony that he must have come back from a motorcycle. After all, other cars at this point will be stuck in traffic, and only motorcycles can be free. The wind gallops the world.

Not only the Twelve Spirits, but even many people who had left Chang'an Lane came back one after another around 12:30. The old neighbors greeted each other, and the sound of laughter circled around the big phoenix tree.

At this time, everyone has no manners or manners anymore, as long as you don’t eat the dish in the middle, you can do whatever you want, the old neighbors also understand this rule, so the atmosphere is cheerful and hot, even this weird weather can’t offset them The enthusiasm of the moment.

Brother Zhang was sitting on a stool, eating with his Erlang legs crossed, but his Erlang legs were so elegant that he even felt like Ip Man was sitting there smoking a cigarette.

And when it was in full swing here, a group of people suddenly walked in, the leader was a man who looked less than 30 years old. Said: "I want to develop this place into a tourist spot, rebuild the houses and turn them into homestays."

"Mr. Wei, this street is not a place for bidding. This is a protected area and won't be approved."

"That's your business. I don't want to destroy it, but to rebuild it. Let it be modernized and more dynamic." When he spoke, he pointed to Brother Zhang's restaurant: "Look at that, that Isn’t it also changed? How come the monk can’t touch me?”

After speaking, he was about to go in, but a partner beside him quickly blocked his way: "Let's not go in, they are holding a celebration... It's not good to disturb you."

"What are you afraid of? I'm not a bad person."

He pushed away the people who blocked him, and walked slowly into Chang'an Lane like a tourist. After walking a few steps, he came to Brother Zhang. He picked up a spoon and stirred it in the big basin twice. , and then smiled and said to Xiao Zhang: "Brother, this fast food is okay, how much is a serving."

Brother Xiao Zhang put down the bowl and said with a smile, "This is not fast food, it's not for sale."

Brother Xiao Zhang is kind, but the twelve spirits around him are vicious one by one. Although they were eating, their eyes never left this strange man. Fa'er left the eyes of Chang'an Lane alive.

"Is this your shop?" Mr. Wei pointed to Xiao Zhang's restaurant: "It looks okay."

"Well, thank you."

"Make a price, I plan to settle it."

Little Brother Zhang shook his head with a smile: "You can't buy or sell here."

"That's it, I see." He nodded, "I'll figure it out, and I'll take a fancy to your store."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left with his hands in his pockets. After he left, the atmosphere in Chang'an Lane gradually eased.Just now, just now... At least fifteen demon spirits over 29 years old, 19 monsters between 370 and [-] years old, and [-] monsters between [-] and [-] years old were staring at him. Among them, Jin Mei, the oldest, is [-] years old, and the youngest zombie is [-] years old.There are also twelve spirits except Aji and Thunder Dragon, a total of five people, one Nian Beast, one Yin and Yang Mirror, and one beautiful girl magician holding a white elephant gold pen.

"It's okay." Brother Zhang raised his chopsticks at them: "Eat happily."

After these words, the atmosphere in Chang'an Lane became lively again.

(End of this chapter)