After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

Shui Qing is also making tofu dumplings.

I have a stone mill and a donkey-pulled mill at home, so it is not tiring and convenient to make, so I made more soy products.

In addition to tofu dumplings, there are also fried radish dumplings and lotus root dumplings.

One by one, they are wrapped in batter and deep-fried with a golden and caramel aroma. They are placed flat on a bamboo plaque to let cool, and are kept for Chinese New Year and the first month of the year to eat slowly.

Fan He and Fan Hu came to steal one from time to time.

"If big brother knew there were still these delicious foods, he would definitely be reluctant to go back." Fan Hu said quietly with his cheeks bulging from food.

Two days ago, Uncle Bai sent someone to pick up his eldest brother to go home for the New Year.

Fan He said nonchalantly: "The Bai family has a great business. What do you want to eat, big brother? There must be a lot of delicious food."

Fan Hu thought so too.

However, he still thinks that grandma’s food is the most delicious!

He wouldn't exchange it for anything delicious.

The two of them were like little hamsters. Not only did they eat it secretly, but they also took it away secretly.

Bring it to Ling Ran and Yan Qiuxing to eat.

Regarding what the two of them did, Shui Qing chose to turn a blind eye.

There is plenty of food now, unlike when she first arrived when she didn't have enough to eat or clothes to keep warm. She only ate a little and didn't waste it, so there was no need to be harsh.

The house is filled with all kinds of delicious food, and the New Year atmosphere is getting stronger.

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the bathroom was cleaned, the sheets and quilts were washed, dried and replaced, snacks and cakes were stocked, the meals for the Chinese New Year were prepared, and the rice wine business was closed until the third day of the new year.

The men were responsible for killing chickens and ducks, etc. Shui Qing took Yan Qiuxing back to prepare long meals.

29 Eat whatever you want to fill your stomach, and the family makes every effort to prepare for the New Year’s dinner on the next day.

Day two.

Just after dawn, the whole village of Shanshui Village heard the sound of bang bang bang.

It's like the sound of a cannon.

Of course, it was impossible to buy cannons, and no family in the village was willing to spend that wasted money.

This is the sound of burning bamboo.

The same goes for Shuiqing's family.

Fan Jin got up early and lit a fire. The bamboo was chopped yesterday and placed on the brazier.

After a while, a bang bang bang sound also sounded in the Shanshui Village sub-village.

Yan Qiuxing was so frightened that she covered her ears.

The three people in Jianghehu were jumping around and were very excited.

Ling Ran looked at a certain little girl who was covering her ears, and the corners of her lips rose unconsciously.

Shui Qing was busy preparing to eat in the kitchen.

The braised meat was braised yesterday and has been kept in the marinade to add flavor. Before eating, heat it up, remove it, cut it into a plate and serve it;

The old hen is stewed in a large iron pot in the morning, then put into a casserole, and then simmered over the charcoal fire.

Dry pot duck, boiled rabbit, braised pork, fish head in clear soup...everything was taken out of the pot one after another and then all put on the charcoal fire to stew over low heat.

The kitchen was steaming with steam.

After the cannon was fired in the yard, the fire in the brazier was not wasted and moved to the corner of the dining room to add warmth to the cold room.

Fan Jin moved a long table out and placed it in the yard. He also took out paper, inkstones, pen and ink, and led the six children to write Spring Festival couplets.

"Yan Qiu, you write the Spring Festival couplets for your house." Fan Jinyan smiled at Yan Yan with a warm voice.

After practicing calligraphy non-stop for more than three months every day, Yan Qiu's calligraphy is not comparable to that of calligraphers, but it is beautiful and handsome, which can be considered good-looking.

It is more than enough to write a couplet about her own house.

Yan Qiu hung his wrist, calmed down, and finished writing carefully.

Then he raised his head and looked at his father, waiting for his comment.

"Peace, simplicity, simplicity and nature are already very good." Ling Ran, who had a tall figure, lowered his eyebrows and commented in a low voice.

When Yan Qiu heard this obviously high evaluation, his smile was as bright as the rising sun.

She knew that her handwriting was not as good as Ling Ran said, but she always felt happy when others praised her.

Fan Jin looked at Ling Ran, feeling slightly surprised.

Judging from the wording used in this child's comment, Ling Ran's calligraphy skills must not be bad, but I don't know how good they are?

He wanted to test, but felt it was too obvious.

He turned to Fan Jiang beside him and said, "Dajiang, would you like to try writing about the pig pen?"

Fan Jiang was puzzled, "Dad, why did I write about the pig pen?"

"Your handwriting is ugly. I'm afraid that hanging it in front of your door will affect your mood for a year." Fan Jin pursed his lips and chose to tell the truth.

Fan Jiang: ...Dad, you don’t need to be so honest sometimes.

Really.

He also wants to save face, okay?

Fan Jin felt that he had hurt his son's heart, so he compensated: "Why don't you write about the pig pen first, and then write about your house if it's good?"

Fan Jiang took a deep breath and stumblingly wrote down: Eat more, sleep more, and gain weight. You will have energy, fat, and flavor!

Fan Jin looked at the crooked calligraphy and fell silent.

The people around him were also silent.

Fan Jiang stared at the caterpillar on the red paper and felt that face was not that important sometimes.

Fan Jin coughed, "Actually, as long as you don't think it matters, it's okay. Don't worry too much about other people's opinions."

The implication is, just be ugly if you are ugly.

Fan He comforted his eldest brother: "Brother, don't worry!

Anyway, if you hang it at the door of your own room, it's not anyone else who is ugly, as long as you don't mind. "

Fan Jiang wanted to cry but had no tears.

He cares!

If his family knew about such an ugly calligraphy, it would be fine. If he posted it on the door of his room, wouldn't everyone who saw it know that it was written by him?

"I, I don't want it! Dad, you should help me write the couplets at the door of my house!"

He wants something good-looking, the best-looking one!

Fan Jin agreed.

The remaining children wrote one by one.

Even the youngest Fan Hu's handwriting is better than Fan Jiang's.

Fan Jiang was even more determined to have a pair of couplets with the most beautiful font!

Finally, Fan Jin looked at Ling Ran and asked warmly: "Do you want to write one too?"

Ling Ran instinctively wanted to refuse.

The five little ones below quickly persuaded: "Brother Ling, do you want to try it too?"

"It's okay to be ugly. Anyway, I have a big brother to protect me."

"Hmph! Maybe Brother Ling's is uglier than mine?"

"Forget it, brother, look at your handwriting. Anyone who can write should be as good as yours!"

"Brother Ling, I'm a little curious about your handwriting. Write it down. I promise I won't laugh at you."

As he spoke, he handed the ink-stained brush to his hand.

Ling Ran helplessly curled his lips into a smile and finished writing in one go.

The pen moves like a wandering dragon, with great momentum.

The amazement in Fan Jin's eyes could not be concealed. He couldn't help but praise sincerely: "Vigorous and powerful! Good words!"

Fan Jiang couldn't see how good it was. He looked up at his father and asked blankly: "How good is it? Is it better than what you wrote, dad?"

If dad can get the job of copying books, the handwriting must be beautiful.

Brother Ling is only 15 years old, can his handwriting be as good as his father's?

"Yes, it's much prettier than dad's!" Fan Jin commented bluntly and unabashedly.

The five little ones opened their mouths slightly.

The look he looked at Ling Ran was filled with admiration.

"Ling Ran, I don't have to go to Fucheng to transport rice wine these days. I will do the work of feeding the animals. Would you like to teach a few younger brothers and sisters how to write?" Fan Jin asked for advice.

When he met a pair of bright eyes next to him, his heartbeat was racing. Ling Ran hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and responded: "...Okay."