The Peasant Wife Has a Space

Seeing Zhou Xiaocui's reaction, Li Lijuan knew that Zhou Xiaocui should have listened to her words.

Now a thorn has been planted in Zhou Xiaocui's heart. Once Zhou Xiaocui has something unsatisfactory in the Liu family, she will definitely remember what she said, and then she will be able to disturb the Liu family well.

After chatting with Zhou Xiaocui, Li Lijuan hurriedly cleaned the chicken, duck and fish and brought it back.

Zhao Xiulan started to come for lunch. The lunch was very rich. Zhao Xiulan stewed a pot of old hen soup, a sauerkraut stewed spareribs, a braised fish, a pork stewed radish, a green pepper fried bacon, a green onion **** moss, and a meatball soup. .

In this era, such meals are already rich and cannot be more rich.

Usually people can eat meat at most during the New Year, how can they eat meat, chicken and fish like this.

This is also the most hearty meal Zhao Xiulan's family has cooked in these days.

The family gathered together and had a lively meal. Zhao Weiguo also drank a few glasses of wine.

Zhao Xiulan took out a glass, poured herself a glass of wine, and said to Zhao Weiguo, "Dad, I'll have a drink with you too."

"Xiulan, you are a girl, why do you still drink?"

Zhao Xiulan smiled, "It's okay, just drink a little and accompany Dad for a drink!"

Zhao Weiguo looked at her daughter's sensible appearance, with a touch of relief on his face, "Haha, good!"

This girl can top other people's sons!

Even most people's sons are not as capable as their daughters.

In the afternoon, the family was busy putting up Spring Festival couplets together.

In this era, Spring Festival couplets were not bought, but were specially handwritten by people who had studied in the village and were good at writing with calligraphy.

The couplets of the Zhao family were written with the help of Grandpa Jiang.

Zhao Xiulan didn't know that Father Jiang's calligraphy was so well written.

But I can also understand that the Jiang family used to be a big family. Father Jiang had studied in a private school, and his cultural literacy was not bad. The scholars who came from that era were especially good at writing with calligraphy.

Looking at the calligraphy written by Father Jiang, Zhao Xiulan secretly sighed a few times and wondered whether she should follow Father Jiang to learn calligraphy in the future.

After the Spring Festival couplets were posted, the family suddenly became more cheerful.

Every household was like this, and Zhao Xiulan immediately felt a strong taste of the New Year.

Unlike cities in the 21st century, there is no New Year flavor at all during Chinese New Year!

In this era, the New Year is taken very seriously. Unlike the 21st century, the later the New Year, the more boring it becomes.

A few years ago, every family had to make sacrifices before the New Year, but since the elimination of the Four Olds, these customs have become the remnants of feudal superstition, and no one dares to do it anymore.

In the evening, many people in the village set off gun battles, and the air of the production team suddenly filled with the smell of gunpowder.

But it is the smell of gunpowder smoke that makes people truly feel the coming of the year.

Dinner is more abundant than lunch. In addition to those leftovers at noon, Zhao Xiulan stewed a pot of beer duck. Zhao Xiuzhu liked it and ate half of the bowl alone.

Seeing Xiao Nizi eating so deliciously, Zhao Xiulan's mouth couldn't help evoking a smile, looking at Xiao Nizi's eyes with pampering, "Xiuzhu likes to eat so much?"

"Mmmm! Sister, how did you make this duck? It's delicious!"

"You can eat more if it's delicious, and I'll make it for you when you're done!"

"Okay!" Zhao Xiuzhu agreed happily.