Fengcheng old events

Chapter 235 New Year's Eve
The pieces of meat were stuffed in, and turned into minced meat and squeezed out from the front.

Grind the meat, then grind a scallion, wash the minced meat in the meat grinder, and then grind the peppercorns.

The celery Zhang Qingzhi had already blanched and chopped in the afternoon, so he took it directly to mix the stuffing.During the Chinese New Year, we have to eat dumplings stuffed with celery. In the coming year, everyone will work harder and earn more money.

Knead the dough and roll out the skin.

Zhang Qingzhi rolls, Liu Guixin brings three children to make bags, and Zhang Jingyi also makes bags. As she gets older, her movements are slow and she can't make many bags.

The Spring Festival Gala is playing on TV, the simple stage dance beauty, red lips and small red cheeks, in the eyes of people at this moment, it is fashionable and so beautiful.

Benxi also has a Spring Festival Gala today, which is held in the lobby on the first floor of Universal Building.

At the moment, there is no unified request for broadcasting CCTV evening shows. Everyone broadcasts their own, on the night of the [-]th.

Watching TV, listening to songs, laughing at sketches, and putting fat and white dumplings on the curtain, this is the big year of the 80s.

After the dumplings were made, Zhang Xinglong and Zhang Qingzhi got up to clean up, moved the things to the kitchen, put away the stools and wiped them clean, Liu Guixin took out melon seeds, peanuts and candies for everyone to grab and eat.

There are also apples and frozen pears.The black frozen pears are soaked in cold water in a basin, covered with a layer of ice shell, and the ice shell is broken and taken out. It is soft, and a bite of ice is sweet, thin, tender, juicy and juicy.

Sure enough, Zhang Xingbing's classmates came, Mao Jun, Wang Zhijun, Ying Ming, there were usually not many of them, they pretended to pay New Year's greetings to the four old ones, and then ran to the hut to play poker, Liu Guixin packed melon seeds and peanuts In the past, I brought some oranges.

At 11:30, the sound of firecrackers sounded outside, and a group of children dispersed in a rush, and they all ran home to catch the firecrackers from God.

When it was close to twelve o'clock, the sound of firecrackers reached its peak, which was so deafening that even the sound of the TV could not be heard at all.

The family also came outside to set off whips at the entrance of the building.

Firecrackers, fireworks, flowers, spit balls, everyone gathered together and lit them one by one. The colorful fireworks flashed on everyone's faces, reflecting smiling faces.Fire trees and silver flowers never go night.

The sound of firecrackers gradually subsided, leaving only dots and occasional bangs, and the air of the whole city was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.This is the taste of the year.

Every household is cooking dumplings, pots and pans are ringing, the sound of pounding garlic is endless, some are singing, some are laughing, and every household has lit red lanterns, illuminating the whole city red.

The three younger brothers all changed into new clothes from the inside out, and respectfully kowtowed to Zhang Jingyi, Zhang Wanzhi, Zhang Qingzhi, and Liu Guixin, and Liu Guixin gave each of them a red envelope, not much, just two yuan.

Every year, she would go out to change some new money and come back to give her children a good time during the New Year.

Kowtow, the dumplings are cooked, and the New Year's Eve dinner begins.

To eat dumplings, to eat fish, to eat pig feet, each dish is full of hope, wishes and blessings for the coming year.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhang Qingzhi took his three brothers to the intersection above to burn paper for Zhang Yusheng and Liu Huaqi.

When I come back, I can move freely, and the TV is coming to an end. The adults have to watch the year, the children sleep when they want to sleep, and go out crazy when they want to play. No one cares.

Zhang Xingbing's team ran over again, these children didn't feel too tired and panicked, a group of cubs ran out laughing and joking.

Zhang Xingjun went to bed and didn't go anywhere.

Zhang Xinglong came out from home to Zhao's house, he made an appointment with Zhao Tianying to visit her home to celebrate the New Year tonight.Her original words were to ask him to go to her house to play with her at thirty. She was the only child in her house, which was meaningless.

Zhao Tianying's parents, Zhang Xinglong, both know each other. Her father is the principal, so she doesn't know her.

Her mother is the group leader of the first year of junior high school.Besides, I don’t know why there is still a share in her family’s welfare at the concentrator years ago. Zhang Xinglong sent it to her mother, so she is familiar with it.

I don't know why Zhang Qingzhi is responsible for the distribution of benefits.

The wind picked up, and the cool wind blew over with the smell of gunpowder smoke. Zhang Xinglong shrank his neck and walked on the road alone.

The houses on both sides were brightly lit, and a large group of red lanterns gave off a warm light.

After passing the fork where the paper was burned and crossing the bridge, it became quiet, and occasionally a whip was heard from a distance.There are three or two families on the left side of the road, with red lanterns on the roof, and the factory on the right side, with two huge lanterns hanging at the gate to light the lights.

Walking through this area, there is darkness ahead, only the door lights of the Taoist class are on, shaking in the wind, and the workers on duty are smoking in the small building.Tonight he was alone.

Crossing the railway, the road turns here, the lights of the road are blocked by the factory buildings, the walls of the oil depot are on both sides, the wind blows over the head, and Zhang Xinglong is alone on the road.

Walking past the oil depot, the pipe factory's stockpile, the school, and the Zhaojia small railway station, there was finally a fiery red light in front of my eyes, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled my nose again.

The population of Zhao's family is much larger than that of Guo's. You can see groups of three or five people on the road, children are running and playing, and the canteens on the side of the road are lit.

Daobei and Daonan are two worlds. There is an old open-pit mine club, but it has been abandoned long ago. Now it has been turned into a video hall by a few social people. The rest of the place is the bungalows and vegetable fields of farmers. Sparse, a few lanterns were lit in the darkness, and there was the sound of dogs barking.

After crossing the Daoban crossroads is the Yellow Building, which got its name because the exterior walls of this building are painted yellow.

Principal Zhao's house and Xu Qing's house are in the same building, not in the same unit.

Principal Zhao's home is on the second floor, Zhang Xinglong went upstairs to find the house number and knocked on the door.

It was Mr. Zhou who opened the door. Seeing Zhang Xinglong stunned for a moment, he immediately greeted him with a smile and let him in: "Oh, little Zhang Xinglong, why did you come here? Come in, is it cold?"

"Happy Chinese New Year, Mr. Zhou." Zhang Xinglong turned ninety degrees.

"Okay, you too, come in."

"Who is it?" Principal Zhao asked in the room.

"Xiao Zhang Xinglong, the one who brought things to our family, the child of Master Zhang's family, the study committee member in Wang Xiaoli's class."

"Come in." Principal Zhao's face appeared at the inner door.He has a gloomy face outside all year round, and the students call him 'Old Cloudy Sky', and both students and the little bastards in society are afraid of him.

"Happy New Year, principal." Another ninety degrees.

"You are also good, come in." Principal Zhao showed a rare smile and beckoned.

When Zhang Xinglong entered the room, Teacher Zhou brought an apple: "Did you come up alone?"

"Well, come and play with Tianying."

Teacher Zhou glanced at Principal Zhao with a bit of a dumbfounding expression on his face.

Principal Zhao picked up a pack of Longquan cigarettes and threw it to Zhang Xinglong: "In that room, you children go talk."

Flat box Longquan is considered a good cigarette at this time, three yuan and five packs.huge expensive.

(End of this chapter)