My village can't be like this

Chapter 598 Son's Birthday

It has been a long time since the little guy was taken out to play by his uncles at home or the older brothers in the village. When someone called him, he was very active and ran after Li Yao without being seen.

Zhang An didn't bother with them. His mother was at home cooking, and Su Ying was helping.

In the afternoon, he and his father Zhang Jianguo worked together to kill chickens and fish, and they had already finished it.

There was nothing to do at the moment, so I went out and walked towards the village to pick up the elderly people at home.

Originally, Zhang An and Su Ying meant to just celebrate casually without making a big deal about it.

But Wang Fang disagreed, saying that it didn't matter what happened in the future, but this time it was her grandson's first birthday.

Even if you don't need to make a big fuss, you can't be too casual.

In rural areas, people of their generation don’t really care about whether or not to celebrate birthdays, but they are very concerned about their children’s full month, hundred day, and first birthday.

No matter how simple the meal is, you should invite your best and closest relatives and friends to have a meal together.

So the two old men and women, Zhang Yi and his group, and Zhang An’s two uncles’ homes all had to be called, in addition to Li Hongbin’s family, after all, they lived so close.

As for the others, Ding Yi and his wife have been very busy recently, and Chen Ze has not been seen for a long time. I don’t know what he is busy with.

So Zhang An didn't plan to shout too much. After all, it was just a small matter. Going to their house to shout would cost them a lot of money.

Although there were not many people in the evening, we still set up two tables, one for adults and one for children.

In order to prevent the little ones from making too much noise, Wang Fang brought a few aunts and Su Ying to sit at the same table with the little ones in the family so that they could keep an eye on them.

So there were only a few old men and Zhang An and the other men left at the main table.

This is good, my wife and children are here, and I can have a few sips.

When Zhang An brought the dishes to the table, he also took out a jar of bayberry wine that he had brewed in previous years from the cellar.

In fact, we also brewed new wine this year, but the taste is not as mellow as that of the wine stored in the cellar in previous years.

Because Zhang An doesn't have a lot of these wines in his cellar and they are basically limited in quantity, Zhang An usually won't take them out.

Normally, I just drink the drinks I make at home.

But today is my son’s first birthday, and it only happens once in a lifetime. He will not dig out the Zhuangyuanhong that was buried last year, so he will take out these from the cellar to fill it up.

But so far, the ones put into the cellar in the past two years are definitely much better than the Zhuangyuanhong ones buried last year.

"Anzi, when was this cellared? The soil on the jar looks a bit old."

Zhang An's second uncle often helps people build houses, so he drinks more than anyone else in the family.

As soon as he saw the jar of wine that Zhang An brought out, he asked with a grin.

"This cellar hasn't been there for too long. It was only put there two years ago."

While Zhang An was wiping the dust off the wine jar with a rag, he was talking to the elders in the family.

After wiping off the dust, Zhang An knocked open the mud sealing the jar, revealing the cork of the wine jar inside.

Although it has been stored for two or three years, the cork is very dry without any sign of moisture or mildew, which is enough to show that this jar of wine has been well stored in the cellar.

After opening the cork, a very strong and mellow smell of wine immediately wafted out, mixed with a hint of the fragrance of bayberry.

"Not bad, not bad. This wine has indeed been soaked thoroughly. It's much better than the jar I have at home that has been soaked for half a year."

Just by smelling the scent of bayberry wine, Zhang Jianjun's face showed an intoxicated smile.

"The wine that Xiao An made himself was already good, and now that it's been steeped for two or three years, it tastes even better than before."

It wasn't just Zhang Jianjun, even Zhang Yixing, who was usually calm, was speechless about the jar of wine that he hadn't even drunk yet.

"You're already satisfied before you even drink it. Come on, I'll pour some for everyone."

Zhang An chuckled and held the jar of wine and poured it for everyone.

The bayberry wine poured out of the jar at this time was indeed soaked thoroughly. The clear wine that was previously contained in it had now turned deep red.

If it weren't for the rich aroma of wine, people who didn't know would have thought it was filled with wine.

This is a jar that holds five kilograms of liquid. After pouring it around, most of it is still left.

"Not bad, not bad. It's worthy of being a wine that has been cellared for three years. The taste is extraordinary when you drink it. Xiao An is really good at it."

Everyone took a sip and immediately found the taste very delicious. They all gave Zhang An a thumbs up.

"Haha, if it tastes good, drink more today. Anyway, I've already taken this jar out, and I don't plan to put it back."

Normally, Zhang An and Zhang Jianguo don't drink much at home. This jar of wine has been opened and it definitely can't be put back. It will definitely evaporate if left at home.

However, if a table of people drinks five kilograms of wine, each person would only drink about half a kilogram, which is not a lot.

"Brother, brother, pour some for us too."

At this time, the two little brats Zhang Tie and Zhang Xing came up to Zhang An, holding bowls and speaking to him.

Just now when Zhang An was pouring wine for the elders in the family, they had already smelled the aroma of the wine.

"Okay, since there's no class tomorrow, I'll let you drink a little, but it's just this once, and there will be no more after you finish drinking. And don't get drunk or there will be no more in the future."

Seeing his two cousins ​​coming up to him, Zhang Anye said nothing. He smiled and poured some liquor for both of them, probably a little more than one or two ounces.

When Zhang Jianjun and Zhang Jianye saw Zhang An and his two children pouring wine, they didn't say anything, because in their Zhang family, it was no big deal for children to drink, and they would have to practice it sooner or later.

For example, Zhang An has been learning to drink since he was a child.

Later, it was Zhang Bin, Zhang Xing, and then Zhang Tie. Everyone had a share.

This not only allows them to practice their drinking capacity, but also to practice their drinking manners, so as to avoid embarrassing themselves in the future.

"Don't worry, Xiao Ange, this is just a small amount. Look at me, I didn't even blush after drinking it."

Zhang Tie didn't say anything, but Zhang Xing spoke to Zhang An with a nonchalant look.

This is not bragging, but they both really can drink a little, although not a lot, but one or two ounces of wine is nothing to them.
"go Go."

Zhang An still had to accompany the elders at home, so he just talked more with these two guys.

"okay."

After hearing this, the two men took the wine in their bowls and returned to their tables.

But when they drank it themselves, they were very careful, sipping it little by little, for fear that it would be gone if they finished it all at once.

An hour later, after dinner, Zhang An took out the cake he had bought in the morning.

There was a thin candle on the cake because the little one was only one year old.

"Come on, son, let daddy pick you up and blow out the candles."

After taking out a match and lighting it, Zhang An picked up his son and brought him to the cake.

Forget about making a wish, the little one is still young and doesn’t understand anything, but blowing out the candles is definitely necessary.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~~~~~" At this time, Zhang Xing, Zhang Tie, Li Yao and Yanzi next to them started singing the Happy Birthday song, and they sang more and more excitedly.

As the birthday boy today, although the little guy didn’t understand what this meant, he liked it very much and had a bright smile on his face.

Little Siqi is very smart and he can understand what his father means.

After Zhang An picked him up, he blew a deep breath into it and succeeded at once.

"Okay, okay~"

Zhang Xing and Zhang Tie, as the little guy's uncles, usually dote on little Siqi very much.

After seeing the little guy blow out the candle, they immediately circled around him and made some funny moves.

Little Siqi was even happier now. He struggled to get off Zhang An and jumped up with his two uncles.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble. I'll cut the cake for you."

Zhang An took out the paper plates provided by the cake shop and shouted at the little guys who were making a fuss.

Nowadays, cakes are really a rare thing for rural children.

At least for the few people in the room, they had never eaten it before.

So when Zhang An shouted, they stopped immediately and stood in front of the table obediently.

"Here, take it."

Zhang An cut the cake, put it on paper plates and handed them to the little ones.

But surprisingly, the two naughty guys Zhang Xing and Zhang Tie did not take action immediately.

"Grandpa, grandma, you eat first."

Instead, after taking the cake, he came to a few elderly people and handed the cake to them with both hands.

"Okay, okay, Tiewazi and Xingwazi have grown up too."

Seeing their grandchildren like this, Uncle Zhang and his family were very happy, and their faces were wrinkled with laughter.

When Zhang Jianjun and Zhang Jianye saw this, they were very pleased and kept nodding their heads.

The power of example is contagious. After someone took the lead, Yan Zi immediately took the cake to give to the second grandmother, and Li Yao gave it to his grandparents.

When little Siqi saw this, he became anxious. He quickly took a copy from his father and ran to Zhang Yixing and handed it to him.

Only after the cakes were served to the adults did they sit down to eat their own cakes.

This was the first cake the Zhang family bought, and everyone in the house, young and old, enjoyed the cake very much.

The little ones liked the cake because it was delicious, while the elderly liked it because they really enjoyed the moment of family happiness.

The next day, National Day arrived.

When Zhang An just got up in the morning, all kinds of stalls had already been set up on the roadside in the village.

Even the old man who used to make candy figures in Hongyan Town has come here to grab a place here.

In fact, a few days ago, they all set up stalls in the threshing ground.

But it won't be possible in the next few days, because Zhang Jianwen had already given instructions yesterday to clear the threshing ground for Zhang Ping's uncle to perform a ground play there with his people.

Although some tourists had come to the village a few days ago, people were still constantly entering the village through Shiyakou at this moment.

This is only the first day, and the scene seems more lively than ever.

If the Internet were mature now, with a little promotion online, it would probably become a popular check-in spot.

In the morning, the loudspeakers in the village were playing the radio, and it was very lively. This year was the 50th anniversary celebration, and the country attached great importance to it.

Although many people cannot see the pictures now, just listening to the sounds coming from the radio can make people excited.

Many elderly people in the village are now sitting in the place where they usually gather, listening very attentively.

The children in the village were unable to empathize with these things. They just formed groups of three or five and started chasing each other.

When the broadcast was over, the real excitement of Changqing Village had just begun.

The first to perform were those led by Zhang Ping's uncle. They had already changed into their costumes, put on facial makeup and green gauze, and were standing in the threshing ground.

Wait for the leader to start drinking and singing, and the others will respond and start to move.

The amplitude of their movements was really large, even larger than when Zhang An usually practiced martial arts, it was almost like they were performing a full-scale martial arts show.

Around the sidelines, there were already many tourists watching, including some villagers from Changqing.

Whenever there was an exciting part, everyone applauded and cheered, showing great respect.

Some young people who were not very interested ran to the deer viewing platform and watched the deer around the fence.

Many children got permission from the adults, bought some grass with money, and excitedly fed the sika deer with their own hands.

Because there were too many people outside, Zhang An didn't want to go out and stayed quietly in the yard.

"Dad~"

At this time, little Siqi, who had gone out to play, came back, holding a sausage in his left hand and a candy man in his right hand, and ran towards Zhang An happily.

"Hey, who bought this for you?"

Zhang An clearly remembered that when the little guy followed his family out just now, his family didn't seem to give him any money.

How come you have brought back so many things in such a short time?

"Dad, eat."

But the little guy didn't answer him. He just took the sausage and handed it to him.

It was obvious that the sausage had not been eaten yet, as if the little guy would be unhappy if he didn't eat it.

"Okay, okay, Dad, eat."

Seeing this, Zhang An understood very well that his son wanted to save the first bite of the sausage for him. He enjoyed his son's pure love very much and took a bite with a smile.

I don’t know why, maybe because it was given by his son, Zhang An felt that it tasted especially delicious like ham sausage.

The little guy waited until his dad took a bite before he started eating in small bites.

Then he took his son out again. He was worried that his son had asked for the money from someone else, so he had to give it to him.

After walking around for a while, Zhang An only found a stall selling fried potato and sausage.

The stall owner was a sister-in-law of the Zhang family in Changqing Village.

But her business is so good right now that there is a bunch of people buying things in front of her stall, including adults and children.

Of course, it's not just her business. Other people's jars are similar. Whether they sell food or small items, business is pretty good.

(End of this chapter)