As the village chief, I only raise bugs

Chapter 208 208. Under the Small Bridge Behind the Gate

Coming out of Mr. Xue's house, Jiang Chongshan was going home to tidy up his bedroom. Meng Pinghui will live here for a few days, so he had to tidy up.

Before nine o'clock, a group of young people set up the chopping boards bought in the village, and the women in the family came out with their own stuffing, and they began to prepare the "hundreds of dumplings" at noon.

And the men in the village, led by Jiang Chongshan, walked towards Guguan mightily.

At ten o'clock, in the front hall of Guguan, the ceremony of inviting the ancestors to go home for the New Year officially began.

First burn incense to the old gods and Jiang Qi ancestors, then to the first ancestor of each family who came to Guzhai, and then down, finally to burn incense to all the ancestors whose tablets are in Guguan, and tell them to come back After the family's New Year's speech, this simple ceremony is over.

When we returned to Guzhai, it was past eleven o'clock and close to twelve o'clock. At this time, dozens of pots in Guzhai were also boiling water, waiting for them to come back and serve dumplings.

"Grandma Xiaoye, where did you get the magnolia buds this season?"

"I made it in spring, and it's been blanched and kept frozen in the refrigerator. How about it? Is it delicious?"

"delicious!"

"It's still the same smell, let me guess what kind of stuffing you have?"

"Yes, it's oil residue radish. I remember the oil residue you made the best when I was young!"

Back in Guzhai, those young people who are married and have children or who are about to marry and have children have goals. When they were young, they were poor. If anyone made dumplings, they could smell them from a distance of [-] meters. Sometimes they tasted one or two. It is delicious on earth.

Now, when the conditions are good, even the most shrunken families can make several kinds of dumpling fillings, and the quantity is still large, so those who come can eat whatever they want.

And the place where Jiang Chongshan's mother and Meng Pinghui made dumplings was the most crowded.

"Shuangying, your family made so much stuffing this year?"

"My daughter-in-law made it, so I only know how many kinds! This shrimp stuffing, this cumin stuffing, and this mushroom stuffing are all freshly prepared by my daughter-in-law. Come, try whether they are delicious or not!"

"Hey, your Chongshan family is capable, and so is your daughter-in-law. She can even make dumpling stuffing."

"Pinghui, you make dumplings so fast, it makes me feel like you are practicing at home every day!"

"Hahaha, I secretly practiced!"

Xue Baihao's house was located next to Jiang Chongshan's house. Zhang Tingting helped her mother-in-law while looking at the baby, and was amazed at Meng Pinghui who was wrapping dumplings deftly.

On the basketball court and on the main street, there are families making dumplings. There is a shelf next to each chopping board, with an induction cooker and a pot on it. The small dinner plates provided by the village are placed under the shelf. Does anyone have it? When the dumplings are out of the pan, people will grab one or two to taste.

Meng Pinghui, who was talking to people while busy, felt very good. In the past 20 years, she had never seen so many people celebrate the New Year together, and the atmosphere was so good.

Although she has come here many times in the past two years, she has never talked so much with the crowd like today, which made her feel novel.

"Pinghui, take a break!" Cui Shuangying was a little unhappy when she saw that her daughter-in-law was sweating on her forehead, and she called out to Jiang Baixiang who was chatting and smoking, "I said you won't come to help?"

"Auntie, it's fine, I'm not tired." Meng Pinghui stopped Cui Shuangying with a smile, "Do you think any elders are here to help?"

"Hahaha, does Shuangying feel sorry for her daughter-in-law?" The people next to her laughed, and Xue Baihao's mother joked, "Who told you to find such a good wife in Chongshan?"

"That's right, Mrs. Shuangying, our village is going to build a house after the Chinese New Year. After the house is built, you hurry up and do things for them. We are still waiting for their feast!" Zhang Tingting also made a joke about Cui Shuangying. .

"You guys are indispensable." Cui Shuangying said happily.

Meng Pinghui lowered her head with a blushing face.

After all, she is still a big girl, and she can argue and joke among her peers, but she is surrounded by middle-aged and elderly women, and her courage is not enough to see.

As a large number of dumplings came out of the pan, people tasted the dumplings interspersed, and the whole village was filled with the aroma of dumplings.

The sky, which had been gloomy and gloomy, finally cracked at this time. The sun passed through the clouds and shone on people's bodies, which was very warm.

After eating and drinking, under the common busyness of everyone, the scene was cleaned up. Tomorrow, there will be a theater troupe on the basketball court. From the first day of the Lunar New Year until the [-]th, two big plays will be staged every day.

In addition, from this night to tomorrow morning, the village will burn a fire here, so it must be cleaned up today.

However, people didn't notice where Jiang Chongshan went except when they first saw Jiang Chongshan tasting some dumplings.

Even if someone remembers why they didn't see him, they will add in their minds, "He must have a lot of things to do during the New Year's Eve".

Except Meng Pinghui.

It was past five o'clock when Jiang Chongshan returned home, and his mother and the others were preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

This year's New Year's Eve dinner, they will eat with Jiang Bailei and Mr. Xue, so Zheng Xiaobei and Xue Yuanyuan are also helping.

And this group of elders chatted in the main room.

Seeing Jiang Chongshan come back, Meng Pinghui couldn't help but look at him.Jiang Chongshan nodded slightly, then washed his hands and put on an apron to prepare the stir-fry.

Today he is the chef, whether it is my mother, Zheng Xiaobei, Xue Yuanyuan or Meng Pinghui are all assistant cooks.

The work of these cooks is almost done, and Jiang Chongshan needs to show his skills for the rest.

What everyone didn't know was that the things he went out to do just now were not all smooth sailing.

This morning, Meng Pinghui expressed her guess.

"Bug, I suddenly remembered that when I learned that song when I was a child, I asked my dad what the lyrics meant, and my dad took me back to my hometown to see the ducks swimming in the small river behind my house. of."

"Later, my dad specially built a small bridge by the river so that I could observe the ducks."

"He also opened a small back door at the back of the yard and built a small house. First, it was convenient for the ducks to come in and out, and second, it was for my toys. He said that it was my private territory. After my grandma passed away, I I took back all the commemorative toys in that house, and now there is only a bulky cabinet and some sundries."

"When I read the letter my dad left me yesterday, I suddenly wanted to open that little room. If my dad hid any information, it's probably there!"

"I'll go there today to see if I can find any clues." Jiang Chongshan nodded, not to mention whether he could find anything, just because Meng Pinghui thought of it, she should go there and have a look.

"Then me?"

"You don't want to go." Jiang Chongshan shook his head, "If you go, the goal of the two of us is too big, I will go in secretly, and no one will find out."

In fact, what he wanted to say was that he was a cultivator and was sensitive to dangers and prying eyes, so it was more convenient for him to move alone.

"Then I'll send you a specific location." Meng Pinghui is not a girl who doesn't know the importance, so she didn't insist.

"No need." Jiang Chongshan smiled, "Jiannan Village, Chengguan Town, there is a big locust tree across the river behind your house."

"Yes!" Meng Pinghui smiled, "Now that big pagoda tree is fenced and protected."

(End of this chapter)