Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 99, The First New Year (Part )

Wang Qingsong looked confused when he heard this special request.

Looking at his expression, Zhao Datian hurriedly urged: "I've been thinking about it for a while, but I haven't thought of a good way. Now that you can go to junior high school, you were considered a scholar before. Your brain must be better than ours. But don’t tell me about this!"

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong looked embarrassed: "Third Grandpa, please don't criticize me, okay? Don't call me a scholar from now on. At my level, I was just a child before."

"Hey, don't talk about this! Think about it for me."

Zhao Datian waved his hand nonchalantly.

Wang Qingsong was thinking about it after hearing this.

Looking at the couplet he had just posted, his first reaction was to write a satirical couplet.

This is very simple!

There is a love story that has been passed down through the ages.

The first couplet: two, three, four, five, the second couplet, six, seven, eighty-nine, horizontally marking the north and south.

It means lack of clothes (1), less food (10), and nothing.

Reporters are generally knowledgeable people, so they will definitely understand.

But after thinking about it, I gave up.

In this case, it would be too deliberate. If the other party tells the origin of this allusion just to show off, you will understand that this is intentional.

Then he asked Zhao Datian: "Well, Third Grandpa, did they say anything else?"

Zhao Datian thought for a moment and said: "Oh, let's hide the bloated people so that no one can see them. I will go to Widow Feng's house later and ask them to hide them in the team committee's warehouse."

After hearing this, Wang Qingsong thought about it for a moment.

Then he said with a smile: "Third Grandpa, I will give you some advice, but no one can bring it to my house. Let others know about it, so as not to embarrass you."

"Oh, what's your idea? Tell me."

Zhao Datian asked quickly, and then muttered: "Your second brother is the only one in our village who has brought you the most things. Who dares to open the fire and cook in the morning? Whose house will I go to if I don't come to your house?"

It's broad daylight, anyone can tell who's firing.

Wang Qingsong knew that cooking in broad daylight could not be concealed.

But he still smiled: "Then do you want to do it? If you don't do it, forget it."

Bringing people to his house is really a waste of time.

He still knows the old saying that you are not afraid of thieves, but you are afraid of thieves.

Although these people already know some of the situation, they can't reveal their family fortune to others clearly!

Hearing this, Zhao Datian glanced at him angrily.

"Okay, I understand. Hurry up and say this. This person will be here at noon."

"Isn't that still early?"

"Why is it so early? You didn't tell me."

Seeing Zhao Datian blowing his beard and staring, Wang Qingsong whispered: "If someone comes later, you do this...and then do this again..."

Zhao Datian nodded frequently there.

Then he frowned and asked, "Is this okay?"

Wang Qingsong shrugged: "If you cooperate well, that's fine. If you don't cooperate well, it may be revealed that you did it on purpose. You just have to figure it out."

After hearing this, Zhao Datian thought about it for a while.

Finally, he nodded slightly: "Okay, I understand. I'll go to the other house to explain it first. Oh, by the way, let your sister hide! Don't run out. Also, the tractor team set up over there in the commune , are you going? If you go, I will write you a letter of introduction and you can try it. You should be able to move the handle. "

Wang Qingsong hesitated for a moment, but still didn't give him an answer: "Let me think about it, after all, you won't be in such a hurry during the Chinese New Year these two days, right?"

"There's no rush. We'll start selecting after the fifteenth year of the new year. We also need to send them to the county agricultural technology station for training! Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I'm leaving first."

After Zhao Datian finished speaking, he said hello and left.

Watching his leaving figure, Wang Qingsong continued to post couplets there.

After doing it, he returned to the room.

Looking at the house, he quietly took out a lot of the lard residue and fat meat he bought.

Wash the things with warm water, cut them into cubes, and start boiling the oil in the pot.

When the pot is not hot, put the lard and fat in it.

As the fire crackled and burned, the aroma of lard in the pot began to fill the air.

Fragrant, this smell is so fragrant.

……

At this time, Sun Xiuhe took out half a catty of white flour that had been stored for several months and began to prepare some dumplings.

Wang Ping almost cried when he smelled the smell of lard in the air.

I went out for a walk and came back angrily: "Mom, that bitch Wang Qingsong is boiling oil, why are you doing this!"

Sun Xiuhe was also angry for a while, but not to Wang Qingsong, but to his son: "Isn't it your fault? I always eat wheat when I eat, otherwise isn't it all from our family? You can't just eat whatever you want. eat?"

Hearing this, Wang Ping felt aggrieved for a while: "What's the point! Look at our village, don't we all rely on the labor force for food? Which one gives more food to those who lose money?"

If there are outsiders here at this time.

I guess I will also agree with Wang Ping’s statement.

Food in the village comes first to male laborers, then to female laborers and boys, and finally to girls and the elderly.

Few would feel it was unfair.

Because the labor force falls, the whole family must fall.

You can't blame people for being cruel.

Sun Xiuhe looked at the three eggs placed next to him, and instantly felt that the eggs were no longer fragrant.

I hesitated whether to kill the remaining hens.

Think about it or give up.

If this hen is killed and raised from scratch, it won't be able to lay eggs until next fall.

How many eggs will this cost?

Thinking about being given away a chicken, she felt heartbroken.

Then he complained: "Don't mess with that bastard in the future. If you mess with him again, I don't know what will be missing at home next time."

Hearing this, Wang Ping felt dissatisfied for a while.

In the end, I could only return to the room angrily.

Smelling the smell in the air, it became more and more uncomfortable. When he thought of something, he rolled his eyes and went out quietly.

When Sun Xiuhe saw her son going out, she didn't think much and continued to meet.

It's almost done, so I'm going to make some corn buns. I won't start the fire on the first day of the new year. I remember to order the dumplings and I'll probably finish them at noon if I don't stop them.

After coming out, look over at the chicken cage.

She had to look at this baby several times a day.

"what!!"

Suddenly, her movements stopped and she walked over curiously.

"Oh, my God, what's wrong with this chicken?"

Seeing that there was no movement from the chicken, he quickly put the basin in his hand aside and opened the chicken cage.

After opening it, I took the chicken out and shook it a few times.

See the chicken dead.

He sat there and cried loudly: "Who the hell did you kill the chicken? I saw it was fine this morning!"

"Mom, what's wrong?"

At this time, Wang Ping happened to come back from outside and was surprised.

"Chicken, chicken is dead."

Sun Xiuhe cried and shook the dead chicken in his hand while wiping his tears.

"Ah! Who did it? Did that boy Wang Qingsong do it?"

"How is that possible? I saw everything was fine this morning, but he didn't come over."

Wang Ping was "puzzled" for a moment, then took the chicken and looked at it, and was surprised: "Mom, look, the hair on the neck of this chicken has fallen off and the skin is rotten. Was it bitten by Wong Tai Sin?"

Hearing this, Sun Xiuhe wiped his tears and took a look at it.

There was indeed a wound, but it was very small.

He sobbed and muttered: "How big of a wound is this! I didn't even hear a rooster crow?"

Wang Ping was embarrassed for a moment, then changed the subject and said quickly, "Quick, the chicken blood has been drained for a while and the blood has been wasted."

When Sun Xiuhe heard this, he looked at it and realized that was the case. Without bleeding, the blood would be wasted and the meat would not taste that good.

I could only wipe my tears and carry the chicken to the main room, where I started killing the chicken and scalding its feathers.

Halfway through, Sun Xiuhe frowned and raised his head and asked, "Did you do it? No one comes in this yard except you."

Wang Ping complained: "How could it be me! Didn't I go out to play just now?"

But this time Sun Xiuhe didn't believe him.

He knows what kind of virtue his son is, he is delicious.

There's nothing I can't do for food!

"You bastard, you are getting more and more courageous now. If you dare to kill the chicken, don't you think I will beat you to death?"

He dropped the knife, found a feather duster and started to fight.

For a time, the courtyard was buzzing with excitement.

……

Wang Qingsong was boiling the oil residue there, and Maimai had been attracted by the fragrance, lying in front of the stove and not leaving.

"Can you please go away? I'm burning you."

But the little guy ignored him and asked anxiously, "Brother, when will this be okay?"

"It'll be ready soon."

Not only the wheat, but also his saliva was drooling.

After dividing the pork fat, it only weighs one or two kilograms, but the fat pork also weighs two or three kilograms, so there is still a lot of stuff in it.

Seeing that it was almost done, I poured out all the lard residue.

Knocking off the wheat that he was going to take with his hands: "You don't want it anymore?"

The oil residue fresh out of the pot is very hot. If the soup is not bad, it will probably peel off a layer of skin on your lips.

Looking at the anxious little guy, he got some salt, took out a little bit of each, sprinkled a little fine salt on it, and then handed it to her.

"Here, don't burn it."

"Well, click, hoo~hoo~"

The little guy hummed, took a piece and put it in his mouth, bit it, and then breathed in the heat.

When Wang Qingsong saw this, he also took a piece and put it in his mouth.

Crispy in the mouth with a hint of saltiness and the aroma of fragrant lard.

Delicious, so delicious.

After eating several pieces in a row, he brought some more and sprinkled them with salt: "Give some to Auntie."

"Hey, good!"

The little guy took the things and went out, eating while walking.

Watching her leave, Wang Qingsong poured the lard into the lunch box.

I forgot to buy the oil can again.

Shake your head, then cover the pot, and use this pot to add some water to cook dumplings later, or stew some pork, vermicelli and cabbage at night.

Make some vermicelli and get a big cabbage out.

But when it was his turn to make noodles, he had a headache.

I can knead the dough, but I can’t roll it out!

Thinking of this, he came out with the flour and went directly to Aunt Feng's house: "Aunt!"

"Green pine!"

At this time, Widow Feng was about to go out with the small mazaar.

When Wang Qingsong saw this, he smiled and said, "Auntie, let's make dumplings together later."

Listening to what he said, I guess he didn't know how to roll dough, so he said with a smile: "Let Xiao Zao go over and help you. I have to go to the team. The captain asked us to hide and go to the production team's warehouse to make hemp."

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Thinking of what Zhao Datian said just now, he naturally knew: "Okay, you go first, Xiaozao will go to my place to help."

Upon seeing this, Widow Feng agreed and motioned for Xiao Zao to come over, while she went out holding a salt water bottle.

"Let's go! Brother Qingsong."

Xiaozao licked the residue on her lips with some embarrassment.

This oil residue is so delicious, I just ate several pieces.

Wang Qingsong looked around and smiled: "Bring the basin, rolling pin and grate with you. I don't have them over there. They will be wrapped and frozen in a while."

"Hey, good!"

Xiaozao agreed, went to get the things, and followed him out.

When we came to this house, there was a fragrance in the air.

Especially the large bowl of lard residue placed next to the stove makes people salivate.

Xiaozao didn't have the nerve to look at it for too long.

"Here, here's the noodles, you make it and I'll make the stuffing."

Wang Qingsong dug out a few bowls of flour and put them in a clean basin, indicating that Xiao Zao could start.

Xiaozao took the flour and asked, "Did you get rid of all this? Is it too much?"

"It's okay, I'll make it into hand-made noodles when I have more."

Wang Qingsong said nonchalantly.

Went over to make the fillings.

Lard residue, and Chinese cabbage.

Feeling that it was not enough, Xiao Zao took out another piece of pork from the cupboard, chopped it up and put it together.

Mai, on the other hand, squinted her big eyes and smiled till her ears.

Beat a few eggs, add some salt, mix well, and put it on the Kang table that had been prepared long ago.

"Okay, let's wrap it up!"

He urged Xiaozao, who had already rolled out a lot of dumpling wrappers.

The quilt had long been taken away.

Three people were making dumplings there.

Wang Qingsong had no problem making dumplings, the three of them were busy there.

Xiaozao looked at the rolled out dumpling wrappers and asked, "Brother Qingsong, is there too much stuffing? I won't be able to wrap it up in a while."

When Wang Qingsong heard this, he took a look and said, "No way? I feel pretty much the same!"

"Too many designations."

Xiaozao smiled there and said, placing the wrapped dumplings on the grate and arranging them.

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong could only shrug and smiled: "It's okay, I'll order some noodles if it's not enough for a while. It just so happens that I've been eating dumplings these past few days."

Even in the most affluent times in the past, I couldn't eat dumplings for several days in a row.

This time I just had enough.

Xiao Zao was secretly speechless and kept wrapping dumplings quietly without any rebuttal.

"Dudu~~"

While I was busy, the sound of a loudspeaker came from outside.

Wang Qingsong knew that this should be the person Zhao Datian said came to check.

He glanced outside and said to the two of them: "You guys, I'll go take a look."

After saying that, he turned to Xiaomai who was playing with his face and said with a straight face: "Learn a little bit, don't just play around."

How can this little guy know how to make dumplings?

In the past two years, I didn't have any food for her to make, and even the dozen or so dumplings during the Chinese New Year didn't require her to do anything. She was still young before.

So I can’t make dumplings.

When Mai heard this, she pursed her lips and nodded: "Oh, I understand."

Then I followed Xiao Zao and learned how to make dumplings there.

When Wang Qingsong saw this, he put on his shoes and went out.

(End of this chapter)