Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 92 Reunion Dinner

On the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, ten days have passed since the beginning of spring, and the next solar term should be rain. This winter is more than half over, and spring is coming soon.

Early in the morning, He Ping made rice dumplings with white flour. For people in this era, making rice dumplings with white flour is a relatively extravagant thing, and it is only used during the Chinese New Year. Rice grains, but certainly not as sticky as rice dumplings.

Xiao Zhuer was in charge of standing below and directing, and He Ping stood on the stool and pasted Spring Festival couplets and blessings everywhere in the house.By the way, there are also window grilles bought from Daji, and there is no handy person at home, otherwise there is no need to buy this thing from outside, and you can cut it by yourself with a piece of red paper.

When I was working, there was always the movement of firecrackers outside, and there was a sound from time to time. It must be the brats in the team who were setting off firecrackers.

After finishing his family affairs, He Ping brought Xiao Zhuer two small whips and a few flowers to play with the children in the team. He planned to visit the chicken farm.

Carrying things, he walked to the chicken farm, and met Han Zhaokun, the youngest son of the old captain, head-on.

"Brother Zhaokun, what are you doing?"

"He Ping, go to the chicken farm? It's nothing, let's take a stroll." Han Zhaokun said with a haggard face.

As soon as He Ping saw his expression, something was wrong, he must have done something good, and He Ping didn't bother to ask, so don't make yourself unhappy during the Chinese New Year.

When they came to the gate of the chicken farm, Han Zhaojun was standing on the ladder to paste Spring Festival couplets on the gate, and Uncle Wei Guo was directing from below. This was what He Ping asked for from Principal Wang a few days ago.

Chickens lay eggs, eggs hatch chickens, and achieve a perfect career; be honest and trustworthy, keep your integrity, promote the spirit of willingness, and horizontally criticize: raise chickens to get rich.

Coincidentally, you still have your personal name.It is said that the director of the letter was very helpful at the beginning, and he had to visit after the Chinese New Year.

"The horizontal batch is crooked, Zhaojun, stick it higher to the right." Uncle Wei Guo commanded, seeing He Ping coming with something on his back, "He Ping is here, what are you holding?"

"Hanging whips and food, it's Chinese New Year, and our chicken farm has to be lively, give something to those who are on duty today."

Uncle Wei Guo said happily: "You really have a heart, the old captain just came over and brought some food."

"That's a good thing, those who work here during the Chinese New Year can't be wronged, big guy."

In the hatching room of the chicken farm, He Ping dug out the things, "Come on, let's share."

He Ping brought a lot of things, such as bananas, oranges, beef, and hairtail fish. The employees on duty at the chicken farm today, not counting He Ping and Han Zhaojun, were five people, including Uncle Wei Guo.

Oranges, beef, and octopus are rarely eaten, but everyone has seen them. Tropical fruits such as bananas are quite rare nowadays, and many members have never even seen them.

"This is a banana? It smells weird, no wonder it's called a banana."

"Hey, you said how long this thing is, and it smells so fragrant."

"Didn't you hear someone say, this is a tropical fruit, we don't grow it at all, and the tropical things are the most delicious."

In total, there were only four or five people sharing things, and the two old women were taken aback by the aura of the vegetable market, and asked He Ping, "He Ping, where did you buy all your things?"

He Ping replied, "It's all from friends."

"Look at the friends they make, they give such good things." The women tutted.

"I saw it when I came to deliver it that day. The young man from Yingcheng who came to our chicken farm to buy the goods, the two of them carried a lot of good things."

He Ping was convinced by these women, he was like a God of Ears all day long, knowing everything, talking endlessly.

"Leave after dividing, don't stay here." He Ping began to chase people after dividing things. The custom in Hantun is to have a reunion dinner at noon on New Year's Eve.

The four people who were on duty today walked away happily carrying their things, and it was an unexpected joy of the New Year's Eve when they were on duty.

The chicken farm has been very busy for the past few days, and all of them came to buy goods. Today, I will give you an early holiday and go back to celebrate the reunion with your family.

At this time, there is no seven-day holiday for the Spring Festival, and the benefits of the countryside are reflected. As long as it is not busy with the farming season, there is more free time, but the city is not enough, and only [-] and the first day of the new year can take a rest. Others I have to go to work as normal every day, which can be seen from the continuous purchase of goods from non-staple food stores and supply and marketing cooperatives in the past few days.

After they left, only He Ping, Han Zhaojun, and Wei Guoshu were left in the chicken farm.

"Zhaojun, you go back to have dinner with the family at noon, and come over in the afternoon to help take care of it, and change to Uncle Wei."

Then he showed a look that any man could understand, "Our Uncle Wei Guo is very busy today, so we can't delay other people's business."

Uncle Wei smiled and scolded: "No one is in shape, what are you talking about?"

"Brother He Ping, I asked my mother and sister-in-law to prepare meals for us, and bring them to us later."

"No need, that's too troublesome, I..." He Ping just wanted to refuse, but was blocked by Han Zhaojun, "It's a new year after all, and we happened to have a lot of fun together, besides, you have Xiao Zhuer at home."

Yes, there is a child at home.I have no sense of freshness about the New Year, but the weight of the New Year in the hearts of children is completely different. It is the happiest time of the year for them, full of expectations, hopes and surprises.

"Okay, later you and I will go to my house to get some food, and ask my aunt and sister-in-law to cook more, and I will call Xiao Zhuer over. We will celebrate the New Year at the chicken farm today."

He Ping went home with Han Zhaojun, picked up a lot of food, and brought them to Han Zhaojun's house.

At this time, Han Zhaojun's mother, He Liqin, and sister-in-law Ma Dongmei were busy in other places. Although Han Zhaoguo separated from his parents, the family had no children after all, and the population was small, so he spent the New Year with his parents and brothers.

"Auntie, sister-in-law, thank you for your hard work." He Ping said politely as he handed over the dishes.

"He Ping, look at how polite you are, you are not an outsider." Ma Dongmei took the things and didn't bother to talk, because she had too much work on her hands.

He Ping went into the room to say hello to Han Yuzheng, Han Zhaoshe was gone, he must have gone crazy.

After more than an hour, Aunt Liqin and Sister-in-law Dongmei finished all the meals and wrapped the dumplings. He Ping and Han Zhaojun went to the chicken farm to serve the dishes. It's only 400 meters, and it doesn't even take 10 minutes to walk.

On the way, I happened to see Xiao Zhuer running wildly with the children in the team, holding firecrackers in his hand, He Ping called, "Xiao Zhuer, go to the chicken farm for dinner."

Xiao Zhuer hurriedly ran to He Ping, still holding the finished flowers in his hand, his little face was flushed from the cold, he was panting heavily, and looked very happy.

He Ping recalled the appearance of Xiao Zhu'er when he first met him, and he was just like now, with his little face flushed.

How fast, it seems that this year is over.

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