My village can't be like this

Chapter 487 Yellow Room

At four o'clock in the morning, the big rooster at home had just crowed for the second time, and Zhang An woke up to the sound of rooster crowing.

Next to them, Su Ying and Xiao Siqi were still sleeping soundly. Zhang An quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After getting dressed, he went straight downstairs. This time he didn't touch little Siqi.

Because in the past few days, he discovered that his son's drowsiness was really light, and a little kiss on her face could wake him up.

It is now the Mid-Autumn Festival, and although the frost has not yet begun to hit the ground, it is still very cold in the early morning.

After opening the door, Zhang An immediately felt the cold autumn wind blowing into his face. The trace of tiredness that was still on his face disappeared in an instant, and he became extremely sober.

The place to bury the wine had been chosen a long time ago, and it was in the dam in the backyard.

Turning on the flashlight, Zhang An started digging a hole with a hoe.

The place to cellar wine is not like a normal pit that can be dug just a few times. It must be dug deep enough and leveled.

Xiaohu probably sensed the movement of Zhang An getting up, so he also ran out of the kennel to guard Zhang An.

Watching Zhang An dig the soil with his hoe, he also used his two front paws to help dig holes on the ground.

"Okay, okay, stay here for a while, I don't need your help."

Zhang An looked ungrateful and rushed Xiaohu to stay aside.

Although its starting point was good, the space was not big to begin with. It lay there digging holes, making it difficult to swing the hoe in Zhang An's hand.

Besides, it's all nonsense now. If Zhang An accidentally lands a hoe on the dog's head later, it will be a big deal.

The little tiger who was driven away was still a little reluctant, but Zhang An kept staring at it, so he could only lie down beside it and watch Zhang An do it himself.

In this way, the small hoe is eighty, the big hoe is one hundred, Zhang An shouted eighty and eighty, and shouted every time the hoe dug.

Not to mention, there is something really wrong with this chant. A big pit has been dug in the ground while shouting, and even Zhang An himself didn't feel it.

Maybe it was because my mental attention was focused on eighty, so I felt like I was digging very quickly.

It's just that he kept counting the number eighty, but he didn't remember how many times he dug.

Zhang An jumped into the pit and took a look. The soil inside was quite dry, unlike other places where the soil was filled with a layer of water vapor after digging.

This is why he chose this place, because the effect of burying wine in dry soil is the best.

If it is a place where water vapor can seep out just after digging, the wine will not last for a few years if stored, and sooner or later it will deteriorate due to moisture.

By the time Zhang An buried the five jars of wine he had prepared, it was already getting late.

Before he knew it, he had spent almost two hours here.

The pit was dug very deep, and the soil became more compact the further down it went, making it more difficult to dig. Therefore, Zhang An was not only covered in mud but also covered in sweat.

Dawn had broken out in the sky that was still dark just now, and the roosters were crowing for the third time at the top of their lungs.

Obviously, today is a good day, because a red light has appeared in the distant sky, and the surrounding clouds have been dyed bright red.

This is the beauty of sunrise, the sun just rising above the horizon.

It's a pity that the mountains in the east are too majestic. Although the village is located halfway up the mountain, you still can't see the magical scene of the sun. You can only see it from the top of the mountain.

When Zhang An returned home, Wang Fang had already gotten up and started tidying up the house.

Today is a full moon party for Xiao Siqi. There will definitely be a lot of stuff piled up at home. If we don’t clear it now, we may be in a hurry when we need it later.

Although the family had not held a few banquets, Zhang An and Su Yingcai had not tried many things to get married, and Wang Fang still had some experience.

Zhang Jianguo has also gotten up and is burning a large stove in the yard.

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Seeing Zhang An coming back with a hoe, his body still covered in mud, Wang Fang raised his head and asked.

"I went and hid something for our family Siqi. I will dig it out when he grows up. Then I will have something to think about."

Zhang An put the hoe away and patted the mud on his body.

Zhang An has not told his family about hiding the wine. Except for Su Ying, Wang Fang and Zhang Jianguo don't know yet.

But he didn't intend to hide it from his family. There was a lot going on today, so it wouldn't be too late to tell them after he was done.

"Then you clean up quickly, someone will be here soon."

Wang Fang didn't ask any more questions and urged Zhang An to clean up so that he could receive everyone who came to help later.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yang, Zhang Laosan and others came over.

They were the ones who came to discuss with Zhang An from the beginning, so they were considered the leaders, and they had to take the lead on many things.

This is how things are done in rural areas. Although everyone will lend a hand to help, the host must find a good person to take the lead, otherwise nothing can be done.

Although everyone made a lot of noise last night, in fact, none of them drank more than three ounces of wine. They were very sober this morning, so they came over early in the morning.

"Everyone is here, let's finish breakfast first and then start."

Zhang An said hello to everyone and was about to start cooking noodles.

Breakfast in rural areas is almost all noodles, and rice noodles come second. Especially when there are many people, it is easy to make.

"Hehe, that's for sure, so we came over directly after we got up, but there's no need for Uncle An to do it, I can do it."

Zhou Yang smiled, took the big pot from Zhang An, and put it on the stove.

He is much more familiar with this kind of thing than Zhang An, because when they go to help other people's homes, they are also responsible.

It's not that the host is unreasonably lazy, it's mainly that when there are many people eating, most people can't control the amount.

Zhou Yang was already familiar with the job, and he knew how much weight to prepare just by roughly estimating the number of people.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and it didn't take long for the water that had just been poured in to boil.

After Zhou Yang chopped the sesame seeds and made a large pot of noodle soup, he started to make breakfast for everyone.

Soon, the yard was full of people eating noodles from big bowls.

Not only people, but also the little tigers who got up early got their share of the pot.

After seven or eight o'clock, other people in the village got up and started to come over slowly.

Huang Erye took several old men from the village and started weighing and cooking rice. They were the best at cooking big pots of rice in the village. No matter whose family held a banquet or whether June 6th was celebrated in the village, they were always the ones helping to cook.

As for the others, the women would sit together and help pick the vegetables, while the gay men, in turn, would put on aprons and sleeves and hold kitchen knives on the chopping board to help cut the vegetables.

On the contrary, Zhang An, the master, is like a person who has nothing to do. Nothing can fall into his hands. This is a major feature of the village. No matter whose family has something to do, everyone who helps will do it separately and will not let the host family take action.

After all, word spread, and when people in other villages heard about it, they thought that the people in their Changqing village were not good enough. So many people went to help, and the host family was also busy with the work.

Because in the eyes of people in this area, when someone's family has something to do, the most important thing the host needs to do is entertain the guests.

This matter is related to the face of a village. Since you are here to help, you should help more thoroughly.

After all, the only people who can come are those who sincerely want to help, not the kind who just come and hang out.

Besides, everyone will encounter trouble. If you help others today, then when you have trouble in the future, everyone will naturally come to help you.

Back in the house, Su Ying had already gotten up, and Xiao Siqi had also woken up. Su Ying was dressing him now.

He was the protagonist today. Su Ying dressed him in a bright red suit, which was red from head to toe.

This outfit, hat and shoes were bought with hundreds of dollars given by everyone.

"Zhang An, come and see, our whole family is actually laughing."

Su Ying said very excitedly when she saw Zhang An.

When she woke up early in the morning, she found her son lying next to her, smiling at her.

As a mother, it is such a joy to witness your child learn to smile and speak for the first time.

"Oh? Really? Let me take a look."

Zhang Fang acted shocked. He didn't dare to tell Su Ying about taking his son into the space last night.

In fact, he had thought about bringing Su Ying and her parents into the space before, but later gave up the idea.

On the one hand, Zhang An felt that letting them know this secret would cause a certain psychological burden.

Another reason is that space does not allow it. When he had this idea before, there would be a very strong sense of opposition in his head.

Just like last night, he wanted to bring little Siqi into the space, which was clearly told to him.

He didn't know it clearly before, but after last night, he knew that it came from space.

"Come on son, give daddy a smile."

Zhang An picked up little Siqi and teased him with one hand.

And Xiao Siqi was also very considerate of his father, and he immediately smiled. Paired with that chubby little face, this childlike smile could melt people's hearts. It was so warm. .

Although he knew about it last night, Zhang An didn't dare to disappoint seeing his wife so happy, so he rejoiced with her.

Of course, this is not pretentious, but the kind of sincere happiness that comes after having a wife and children.

When Zhang An came downstairs, Ding Yi's family had already arrived. Not only did he and Li Li come with their children, but Mr. Ding also came with them.

At this time, a ceremony platform had been set up in Zhang An's yard.

After all, it is only today, so we should set up the gift table early to make it convenient for everyone to give gifts.

In fact, Zhang An thought that if he didn't accept gift money, he would treat it as a treat for everyone to have a meal.

But later, my uncle Zhang Jianwen said a few words, and then he opened his mouth to accept the gift.

Because Zhang Jianwen told him that if he accepts gifts now, he can just return them to others later.

And if you don't accept the gift, many people in the village who want to come and join in the fun will be embarrassed to come.

After all, in everyone's mind, a banquet without gifts is not called a banquet at all, and they are too embarrassed to attend.

Over the years, there has only been one banquet without gifts in the whole village. When Li Hongbin's family moved in, he went door-to-door to notify them.

But at that time, it was because their family had just moved here and were not familiar with everyone in the village.

On the one hand, their family is not short of gift money, and on the other hand, you set up a gift table for unfamiliar people. It would be embarrassing if no one came to give it to you.

At this moment, Mr. Litai is none other than Chen Ze’s grandfather, Mr. Chen.

He has lived in the city all year round and has never been exposed to such rural situations.

When I saw the reception desk today, I suddenly felt like I wanted to be the receptionist for fun.

Originally, Zhang and his party came to sit in this seat, but when he saw that Chen Ze's grandfather was so interested, he gave up.

So Mr. Chen is now responsible for recording names, and Zhang and his party are responsible for collecting money.

Mr. Chen is a man of culture, and his handwriting in small regular script is beautiful and neat. Logically speaking, he is more than enough to be the registered receptionist.

But otherwise, now the scene has become noisy.

Because there was a slight accident when a grandma from the village came to give gifts.

That grandma’s family name was Huang, but because of the accent of the local dialect and her age, she changed it to Fang.

If it were Zhang Yixing, even though he heard it as Fang, he must have written it as Huang.

Because he is very familiar with the village, he has an impression of almost every family, and he can register the name himself without even asking.

But Mr. Chen is different. He has been accustomed to listening to Mandarin since he has lived in the city for a long time, and he is not familiar with these accents in the countryside.

Although I have been going to the countryside for a while, and I am very friendly with the old men in the village, I haven't gotten to know each other that well yet, so I wrote it as "fang".

Fortunately, Zhang Yixing was reminded and he changed it on the spot.

But there are many villages like this. Some people are called Jiefang, but when they say it, it means reforming. Some people are called Ronghua, but when they say it, it is Yonghua.

For Mr. Chen, just a few words can make him sweat profusely.

After making several mistakes, he realized that he would ask Zhang Yixing before writing each time.

The old ladies from the nearby villages were laughing from ear to ear because of this. Ordinary people would probably be embarrassed by their laughter.

But who is Mr. Chen? He has never seen any trouble at his age. In addition, he has spent so much time with the old men in the village, so he no longer cares about it.

So this is who's family is hosting the banquet. The elderly people in the village have always been in charge of Mr. Li.

Because this kind of thing has nothing to do with culture and knowledge, it all depends on whether you are familiar with this place.

This was just a small episode. After everyone had a little fun, Zhang An went home and took out the little guy who had already put on new clothes to greet everyone. He was the protagonist today.

When a child is under one month old, he or she is usually not taken out and stays indoors.

The full moon wine is not only for celebration, but also for everyone to meet the child and know about it.

(End of this chapter)