Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 20

Everyone has their own taste of the year deep in their hearts.

The taste of the new year in Wei Ping'an in the previous life was the busy dice on the card table, the wine and dishes served when the Spring Festival overture sounded, the dumplings filled with soup, and the eternity after the wine and food were full. The same song is unforgettable tonight.

In this life, Wei Pingan has not yet felt his own New Year flavor.

In fact, this era has more flavor of the year.

People have been working hard for 11 months, just waiting for something good to eat during the New Year, which means that the next year will be better and better.

The children are looking forward to the New Year with their fingers. They can eat delicious food and wear new clothes. The main thing is that they can play wildly, because the custom is not to beat children during the New Year...

Years ago, the dust in the house was swept away, paper colors fluttered on the door frames of every household, generations of people circled around the stove, and the sound of firecrackers inside and outside the yard was not afraid of environmental pollution.

However, these have nothing to do with Wei Pingan.

The small courtyard in a corner, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, is even more quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.

If you are excluded, you must be quiet if you are not quiet.

Wei Ping'an got up quite early, if it wasn't for the light snowfall, he would have planned to go fishing in winter.

Breaking a piece of ice to make a nest, drinking hot tea and looking at the severe winter scenery, outsiders can't imagine the fun of winter fishing.

But it was snowing lightly, and I didn't know if it would get bigger and bigger, so I just sat at the desk, stuck the New Year's flavor on the paper, and exchanged it for banknotes to talk about comfort.

"Master, is master at home?"

Hearing Zhang Baoqiang's voice, Wei Ping'an felt an indescribable feeling in his heart at that moment.

Push door.

Zhang Baoqiang and Ding Lijun had already walked in the Chaoshou corridor in the small courtyard.

"Why are you two here?"

Ding Lijun was carrying a few jujube rice cakes in his net pocket, remembering that the sticky rice was given to his family by Wei Pingan years ago.

The elder brother of Ding Lijun's family just had a child, and the family is tight with the younger one. His official wages are given by the elder brother, and he has been subsidizing the family. Now he has to help, and life is very tight. And the current apprentice is not stingy.

Zhang Baoqiang is carrying two lunch boxes in his hand.

"Master, I wish you New Year's greetings, I wish you..."

In this small courtyard, the voices of the two 'big size' apprentices were loud and festive, which made Jia Zhang, who was following behind the buttocks of the stick to look after, couldn't help stretching his neck to look over.

This is to save face for the master.

Wei Ping'an felt warm in his heart, and let the two apprentices who didn't care in vain into the room.

"Anyang will come later, we have discussed it, and I will wait for the master to take care of the meal at noon today."

"Yes, I still have to control the wine, otherwise I won't leave... Hey, these two little guys are so fat and strong!"

When Zhang Baoqiang said this, he felt that his trousers were being pulled, and when he looked down, Laifu and Jixiang were grunting.

The food for the two little guys is good, there is a special six-pin nutritional grade dog food for young pets, the second B brand, Wei Pingan thinks it may correspond to the triple A.

His height was astonishing, already surpassing Wei Ping'an's ankles.

Hong Niu was lying on her stomach by the steps of the large drawer on the second floor, and the soft cushion was her kennel.

I want to come there at an angle, which is safer.

At night, when you look up, you can see the bed with the owner on it, and you can see the door when you turn your head, so that the guard work will not be delayed.

Lying still during the day, you can see the owner in front of the desk with your eyes open, which is the first choice for a watchdog.

The key point is that there are two big steps, the two puppies can't climb up, so the bitch is very relieved.

The puppy no longer only eats and sleeps, but now it is noisy when it opens its eyes, and the mother can't bear it.

"Master, master, I'm here to wish you New Year's greetings."

After a while, Anyang's voice came.Faintly accompanied by the sound of greeting in the yard.

Anyang's father is the deputy chief of the security department of the factory, and he has a gun.

No one in the yard will compliment you when they see it.

Wei Ping'an greeted him.

This is the first time An Zhiyong has come to Wei Ping'an's home.

The two originally had a tacit understanding not to interfere with each other. After all, one has a bad reputation, and the other is in charge of this kind of incident.

However, although An Zhiyong retired from the army, the character developed by the army remained unchanged.

How can my son be my father without knowing?
He has been promoted to two levels in a few months. Without a good master, Anyang's soft temperament will definitely not be able to do this kind of skill.

For this point, for the face of the Chinese New Year, An Zhiyong felt that he had to support his son and master.

Anyang has told his family members about this special situation in the courtyard house, and everyone in the factory knows about it.

The fact that the children hid from Wei Ping'an's family during the Chinese New Year was "sung" for a long time last year.

"Section Chief An, happy Chinese New Year."

Wei Pingan took two quick steps and shook hands with An Zhiyong.

Instead of standing at the door waiting like before, Wei Pingan must respect and be courteous to his apprentice as a master, but also to his apprentice's father, who is also a tough retired man.

Anyang also carried wine, two bottles of Xifeng, and a lunch box, which contained white flour dumplings stuffed with cabbage oil residue.

The conditions of Anyang's family are much better than those of Ding Lijun and Zhang Baoqiang's.

During the group banquet at noon, Wei Ping'an was also unspeakably happy.

I like to be quiet on weekdays, and I am a bit homebound, but after all, it is Chinese New Year, and when other people's homes are busy, it is inevitable that I will feel lonely.

Life needs a sense of ritual and popularity.

The other households in the yard felt that Wei Ping'an was a little irritating today.

What a show off.

Isn't it just luckier to have Anyang as an apprentice?

Wei Ping'an's salary is high, and the whole family is not hungry when one person is full. He is a role that everyone in the courtyard is jealous of.

The relationship is too bad, and there is no advantage, so I want to isolate him even more.

At least in terms of happiness and popularity, Wei Pingan is not as good as them.

However, the only advantage today was also lost, which made them feel that their life was not as good as that of Wei Ping'an, and that they were not as good as anywhere else.

Just very angry.

I was panicked.

But there was a great god sitting there, the deputy chief of the security department, hey, he didn't dare to make a fuss, even if it was Jia Zhang's sarcasm, he was bored at home, and his tone was several levels lower than usual.

The so-called gift of roses has a lingering fragrance in the hand.

Wei Ping'an was really happy that the apprentice and the apprentice's family were so supportive, and this New Year's greeting meal was a bit over the standard.

Authentic Northeast hard vegetables braised with bones and meat, with few cabbage vermicelli, and the eyes are full of meat.

Chicken stewed with potatoes, it is oily after the juice is collected, and it is decorated with red peppers, which is borrowed from the XJ large plate chicken.

Fish head with chopped pepper is a Sichuan cuisine recipe.

Sweet and sour fish is a Shandong cuisine recipe.

Fried peanuts and preserved eggs in ginger sauce are the only cold dishes.

The wine I drank was the Maotai town that was stored in the old Wutou, and the staple food I ate was Spanish mackerel dumplings.

Anyway, it was fish dumplings, and An Zhiyong was half drunk, so he might not be able to tell what kind of fish it was, anyway, it was good enough.

Guests are happy.

Wei Pingan kept the rice cakes for himself to eat alone, and kept all the dumplings in the lunch box, and did not let the three families go back empty-handed.

The leftovers are all packed, the excuse is that one person can't finish it, so as to save waste.

Ding Lijun used Wei Ping'an's lunch box, and he would just take it after he went to work on the sixth day.

Zhang Baoqiang also drank a lot and was very excited along the way. This was the first time he saw his master's "family property".

Ding Lijun was full of gratitude. He didn't drink much, and he had children to take care of at home. If he drank too much, he would drag his family down.

Carrying a lunch box, thinking of the stewed meat in the lunch box, thinking of his wife and mother eating a big meal of meat, the man over six feet couldn't help but have red eyes.

"Son, Master Ni is not as bullied as outsiders see."

"That's right, the master is amazing, and he has great skills."

An Zhiyong pursed his lips and gave up the idea of ​​communicating with his son.

I feel that my son is not all my own, and my mood is a bit complicated.

However, the concept that the apprentice is half of the master is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. An Zhiyong has no other thoughts, but thinks that Anyang, a master who usually does not show his mountains and dews, is very, very unusual.

It's amazing to be able to invent that kind of gas stove.

Today, in order to fix a table of meals, meat was stewed on the heating stove, and the gas stove was turned on to fry vegetables and fish, which opened the eyes of An Zhiyong and the three apprentices.

"Hey, that heating stove, do you think our family can press it?"

"Sure, but Dad, I think it's a waste of coal, and the master uses briquettes, not briquettes."

An Zhiyong thought, he still has an old lady at home, and he is afraid of the cold when he is old. Although the heating furnace consumes a lot of coal, there are quotas for his wife, his son, and his cousin's niece who settled down last year. Can fix...

"When you go to work on the sixth day, ask your master."

"Oh."

Anyang changed the net pocket.

The two lunch boxes of dumplings in the net bag turned into a lunch box of fried peanuts, and a braised fish specially left in the pot.

It just so happened that An Zhiyong also pressed his chest, where there was half a pack of cigarettes left on the dinner table.

The white Chinese cigarette box with a five-pointed star has the word "Special Supply" written on it, as well as filter tips.

This is a good thing that is not easily seen.

An Zhiyong thought for two days that he must chatter with his comrades and put on a good show.

The counterfeit Zhonghua was sent out. It is conceivable that Wei Ping'an at home has already been lying on the bed and snoring.

If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated. Today, I feel the taste of the New Year.

(End of this chapter)