good old days

In the middle of winter, only cabbage and radish can be stored for longer periods of time.

The family has made a lot of money this year, and Wang Sumei is even more willing to cook and eat during the Chinese New Year.

The noodles used to make dumplings are wheat flour ground by farmers and sold in the city. The color is not white and is yellow, but whether it is made into noodles or steamed buns, they are very fragrant and the more you chew, the sweeter they become.

Jiang Xinyu and others were busy around the stove making stuffings of radish meat and cabbage meat, making buns and dumplings.

Guo Hong was envious in her heart. Her family had a large population, and they couldn't even eat meat during the Chinese New Year. She couldn't buy a new dress for many years. She continued to wear her old clothes when they were too big, and mended them when they were torn. She was definitely not laid off. that day.

Let’s take a look at Jiang Xinyu’s house. Not only does she have a TV, but she can also buy new clothes and shoes for the Chinese New Year. There are cured ribs and fish hanging in the kitchen, and there are two kinds of fillings for dumplings. The family is small, and they will definitely not be able to eat so much. over.

She now feels that it is really not feasible for the family to have a large number of people. The same amount of meat can satisfy the family in other people's homes, but not in hers.

"Xinyu, your family is really nice." She was envious, but not jealous.

Being self-employed is looked down upon, but Jiang Xinyu's family has no such concerns. She doesn't care what her classmates say. Instead, her grades are good enough and she can publish books. She works harder when others work hard.

"Yan Yan, peel a candy for auntie." Jiang Xinyu called to her little child who was sometimes inactive.

This time, the child was very considerate to her. He slowly peeled off a white rabbit toffee for Guo Hong and stretched out his little hand to feed Guo Hong.

After praising the child, she said to Guo Hong: "I think you are pretty good too. Whatever you don't have now, you will have in the future."

People who work hard and make progress must deserve a better life.

The future of contemporary college students will definitely be good.

Guo Hong said with a smile: "Looking at your family, I know that life is better with fewer people. One dollar does not need to be broken into eight parts."

Song Yahui has a different idea on this point, "My family has a large population. Although it is not rich, it has a large labor force. The village distributes grain every year and everyone can eat enough, although they cannot buy new clothes every year. Didn't the fields be divided into households this year? Families with a large population have more land than others. For example, I worked for Teacher Jiang’s family and saved a sum of money to send home at the end of the year. Having a large population is not a burden. We can repay our family when we have the ability to make money.”

Guo Hong didn't argue with him. What he said made sense, but he couldn't understand the hardship of the eldest sister in the family having to raise a bunch of children younger than her.

She is willing to contribute to the family and take care of her younger siblings, but if she has a choice, she also wants to be relaxed and at ease.

"Sister Guo Hong, you should be more optimistic. Your ability to get into college is an achievement that many high school students cannot achieve. You are the one who will bring glory to your family."

Song Yahui's words made Guo Hong laugh.

As for her parents, her parents didn't think there was anything special about her as a college student. If college students hadn't received monthly subsidies, she wouldn't have been able to study at the university in the first place.

Jiang Xinyu turned around and saw the child peeling off candies to eat. There were several candy wrappers at his feet. After washing his hands, he came to the front and opened his little hands to see that there were still several candy wrappers in his palms.

It was awesome, I ate a lot of sweets secretly.

"I want all my teeth to be eaten by worms."

Wang Sumei came in with sugar and oil fruits. The boy smelled the smell and stretched out his hand to ask for them.

"It won't hurt if you eat more sweets during the Chinese New Year. If you have cavities, new ones will grow out after the bad ones fall out." Wang Sumei couldn't help but fight for her grandson.

Jiang Xinyu couldn't help but agree with her mother-in-law's theory. In this way, eating too much sugar really has no consequences at all.

Although, she would not let her children eat too much sugar anyway. Cured pork ribs and potatoes were stewed in a pot in the main room, and the two stoves in the kitchen were both idle. When it got dark, a table of dishes was served.

She turned off the TV, took out the record player, and put on Teresa Teng's record. She was careful not to amplify the sound and only used it as background music.

Mi Mi's music has been criticized before, so you shouldn't listen to it in a big way, lest trouble come to your doorstep.

There were chicken, fish, meat and dumplings. Jiang Xinyu took out the ginseng wine that Ding Changhai had brought back and poured a small cup each.

Wang Sumei said with a bright face: "Come, let's have a drink together. I hope everyone will be better and better next year."

"There are a lot of dishes cooked, and they are all open to eat. Guo Hong, don't go back at night. Just stay here with Xinyu. It's okay to have a few more sips of wine."

If it were not for Guo Hong and Song Yahui, the family would be just the mother-in-law, daughter-in-law and the children, and the Chinese New Year would be deserted. Wang Sumei thought it would be good to have two more people.

Guo Hong's heart felt warm, and she didn't pretend to be pretentious when eating. After drinking one glass, she poured another glass: "I don't know what to say to be obedient. Thank you for asking me to come here today to celebrate the New Year. If you need help with anything in the future, you can help me." Just call me and I will accept it."

Wang Sumei couldn't drink, so a small glass went to her face. "If you come again next year, aunt welcomes you."

Jiang Xinyu patted Guo Hong and said, "Drink less and eat more."

Guo Hong and Song Yahui had huge appetites, and they actually wiped out more than half of the dishes on a large table.

There were firecrackers all around, and Yan Yan looked around in panic, then took eager small steps and plunged into Jiang Xinyu's arms.

Beibei is different from other puppies. Firecrackers are crackling outside. He has his ears erect and his head tilted as if he is listening carefully. He also barks a few times from time to time. He looks very courageous.

After drinking and eating, the firecrackers were hung on the pomegranate branches. Jiang Xinyu lit the match several times and ran away before the fuse was lit. Song Yahui laughed at the side.

In the past, Chen Yi lit the cannons during the New Year, but Jiang Xinyu started to do it by herself this year, so she didn't feel too nervous when lighting the cannons.

This Beibei in her family is really extraordinary. In the past, when the firecrackers were set off in the village, Blackie would hide in the kennel, but Beibei didn't, so he barked at the firecrackers.

After the crackling, the ground was left red.

"Don't sleep today, the four of us are playing mahjong." Wang Sumei went back to the house and took out a bag.

The bag is made of gray-brown rags, and inside it is carved wooden mahjong pieces of even size. Different from the serious mahjong, each small piece has a pattern drawn with red and black ink.

Jiang Xinyu was shocked, "Where did you get this?"

"Someone was selling it on the street. It cost fifty cents a piece. It was a bit expensive. I thought I might be able to play with it during the Chinese New Year, so I bought it before you came back."

Three of the four people can't play mahjong. Wang Sumei has a bronze belt and three novices. When they all understood the rules, she said: "One game is one cent, and I will make delicious food for you with the money you lose."

The four of them fought hard until two o'clock when they finally couldn't stand it any longer and fell asleep one after another.

Another year has passed, and during the Chinese New Year, the Wuliqiao brigade was no different from previous years. Most of the people were still the same people, but Old Man Jiang was very melancholy at the dinner table of Mr. Jiang's house.

The third child was supposed to be able to come out in a few years, but he died at the bottom of the mine. He was asked to send someone with white hair to a person with black hair!