Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

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The snow is getting heavier and heavier, but the commune members are very happy because each production team has to kill pigs to share the meat!

After a year of hard work, I’m just looking forward to sharing the meat in winter.

Let's have some cabbage dumplings during the Winter Solstice Festival.

Da Zhuang and Gu Nianjun were not so excited about sharing the meat, because they had just returned from the county and their blood was boiling.

Er Zhuang opened the door early, and Da Zhuang quietly pushed the cart home and ran into the house.

It was dark in the snowy house. Xia Mingshuang and the others had the door closed. They were sleeping soundly and showed no signs of getting up.

Er Zhuang was also very excited and kept asking Da Zhuang how he was doing.

Da Zhuang pulled him into the room and told him to keep his voice down, and also told him not to talk nonsense, lest Xia Mingshuang find out.

He gave a brief introduction. The key point is that Tian Meizhen will be punished. As for whether to go to labor camp or do something else, it depends on the decision of the county. Anyway, as long as she does not dare to harass her mother again.

Erzhuang clenched his fist and punched it hard in the air, "Okay!"

I want you to have a hard time all day long and always want to bully my mother.

Da Zhuang refused to let Xia Mingshuang know last night because he was afraid that she would not let him go. Now that the trouble was solved, he was not afraid of her knowing. However, in order to avoid her getting angry and scolding them because of the big holiday, he decided not to tell her until tomorrow. Just say it again.

Although it was not yet bright, everyone was thinking about dividing the meat, so the members of the production team responsible for killing pigs got up early to catch and kill pigs, and they had to arrange for women to make fires and boil water.

Anyway, Xia Ming couldn't arrange her head, so she was happy to sleep in.

Today she doesn't go to work and her children don't go to school. She sleeps until she wakes up naturally. She slowly opens her eyes, stretches her waist and yawns, "Ah——" It feels so comfortable!

Miao Miao slept outside her, and Zaizai slept on the other side of the kang.

They also followed Xia Mingshuang's example, stretching, yawning, and then burst into laughter.

The little Zaizai sat up, hugged Xia Mingshuang's neck and kissed her on the face, "Mom, good morning."

He learned this from Li Yaoyao. Li Yaoyao watched a lot of movies when she was a child, and now she still hides a lot of banned books to read secretly.

Miaomiao also said good morning, and then they started talking to each other, laughing together.

While getting dressed, Xia Mingshuang taught them to recite the song of counting nine, "It's nine during the Winter Solstice, start counting nine from now on. One, nine, two, nine, don't take action, three, nine, forty-nine, walk on the ice, five, nine, look at the willows along the river, seven Nine rivers open and eight or nine swallows come, nine or nine plus one and nine, and cattle are everywhere..."

After Xia Mingshuang finished speaking, Zaizai began to speak crisply, with a particularly good memory.

Miaomiao is not that great, and you have to read it several times before you can remember it.

Miaomiao's memory is already very good among normal people, but Zaizai is even better than her. Sui Gu Yunshan has this.

Xia Mingshuang didn't particularly praise Zaizai for remembering quickly, and just treated it as normal.

Xia Mingshuang didn't go out today, so she asked Miao Miao to wear her hat, woolen scarf and Da Zhuang Erzhuang to see where the pork was being divided. There was no need to be particular about it. All parts were divided. If you could order more pig blood or pig head, that would be fine. .

She was preparing to make breakfast.

Just keep breakfast simple. After all, we can still have a good meal during the holidays.

She asked the children: "Is the pork used for making dumplings or something else today?"

Ergang shouted: "Mom, I'm tired of eating dumplings, how about we make braised pork?"

There is no sweet braised pork recipe in the local area. Basically, they are roasted or braised pork. Erzhuang heard about it from an old comrade who was decentralized. When he came back and asked Xia Mingshuang, Xia Mingshuang said she could make it.

When I think about it today, I want to eat braised pork. What’s so special about dumplings? We’re tired of eating them!

The person who deliberately passed by the road behind their house to share the pork choked up when he heard it. Yesterday, Xia and Ming's family ate pork and sea cucumber dumplings. Today they are going to stew braised pork. No dumplings? The dumplings they were about to eat no longer tasted good.

Tsk, tsk, Xia Mingshuang gave me this day, it’s a damn holiday every day!

Xia Mingshuang thought it would be okay not to eat dumplings today, so he would stew braised pork and rice. If he could buy pork bones or blood, he would stew cabbage vermicelli. It would be a hot pot and delicious.

Since rice is not grown locally, the supply and marketing cooperative will naturally not sell rice.

Xia Mingshuang asked Zhong Lian to help buy the rice at home from Mingcheng with food stamps. The provincial capital had much more abundant supplies.

Xia Mingshuang told Er Zhuang, "You should keep a low profile."

Erzhuang was holding a basin of meat in his hand, "Mom, what does low-key mean?"

Xia Mingshuang: "Eat meat, eat meat. Don't go out and shout. That's too high-profile and not low-key enough."

Erzhuang nodded: "It's just that the key of singing is too high. It needs to be lower. I understand."

He held the basin above his head and ran outside, "Brother, go and divide the meat!"

The courtyard of the Gujialing production team house was already packed with people. The sea of ​​people was like a promotional movie.

Miaomiao was wearing a red woolen scarf and a hat. Her palm-sized face had returned to a snow-white look. She was delicate and beautiful, and stood out among the gray members.

Many members of the society have noticed that women who have been reading jokes and feel that although Xia Mingshuang is handsome and well-married, but lives a miserable life, they still have a sense of superiority. Especially Xia Mingshuang is not good to children, and his mother is like a stepmother. , which makes them feel that they are great.

Originally, Miaomiao was thin and thin, and she looked malnourished at first glance. Her face was red in winter and tanned in summer, and her hair was sparse and yellow. They felt more and more that although they were not married to such a good man, they had raised their children well.

Especially Xingfu Niang in the back, who deliberately dressed up her son and daughter in a smarter way, just to compare with Da Zhuang and Miao Miao, so as to appear more capable than Xia Mingshuang.

In the past, Xia Mingshuang was not good to the children, but Xingfu's mother was good to Da Zhuang. She always asked Xingfu to call Da Zhuang to play at home.

She didn't have any bad intentions, she would even sympathize with Da Zhuang and give him a stutter or something. Anyway, she was just sympathizing with Xia Mingshuang while comparing her sense of superiority to him.

This is a routine practice for many women in the village.

At this moment, Miaomiao is not only fair and beautiful, but also neatly and nicely dressed. She is also wearing such a beautiful scarf. It seems that it is not something that a country person can afford.

There were also Dazhuang and Erzhuang on the other side. The cotton-padded jackets used to not fit well. Not only were they thin, but their wrists and ankles were exposed, and their skin was purple and blue from the cold. Now the length is perfect, and the bulge looks like it is made of thick cotton. The two children can also stretch out without trembling at all. They look very warm at first glance.

Gu Nianjun also ran over with a basin and winked at Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang.

Aunt Guixiang and several other women also came over, chatting and laughing, with a happy face, "I don't know how many kilograms I can share, but I have to make a good dumpling to reward myself."

"No, if I don't eat dumplings anymore, I will be so greedy that I eat all the dumplings during the Chinese New Year. Hahaha."

Everyone was talking and laughing, but their eyes were fixed on the men killing pigs in the middle.

A woman grimaced and said reluctantly: "Someone has eaten dumplings by herself, so why should she share the dumplings today? Her man doesn't work at home, and she doesn't work at home either, so why should we share the dumplings?"

This means that Xia Ming has two families.

When Aunt Guixiang heard it, she knew who it was without even looking. She was Dan Lian, his second sister-in-law.