Courtyard: Complain first at the beginning

Zhao Xiaotang has been very busy these days. Starting from the second day after returning from fishing, he washed the sheets and quilts and cleaned the house. He had to clean the roof, the house, the front and back of the house.

Fortunately, when the kitchen was being repaired last time, the chef checked the roof and replaced all the ones that were too rotten and unusable.

So this time Zhao Xiaotang did not go to the roof to do hygiene.

After finishing the hygiene, I steamed a pot of steamed buns and a pot of steamed buns. I also imitated the Northeastern people and made a pot of bean buns with red bean paste filling and meat filling.

Anyway, I don’t have to worry about damage if I have space. On the 27th, I slaughtered the rooster I bought and sprinkled the rooster’s blood around the house according to the old custom in my hometown.

Yan Jiekuang, who was across from him, was stunned for a while. He originally wanted to come over and get some rooster feathers for his sister to make shuttlecocks for her to play with, but he didn't expect that Zhao Xiaotang killed a chicken and had to go around the house to bleed chicken blood. He immediately felt that it was a pity.

"Why are you here? What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiaotang threw the chicken into the basin and was about to kill the hen, when he saw Yan Jiekuang coming over and asking strangely. After all, she was not familiar with him.

"Well, my sister is back. I saw you killing a chicken, so I thought I would give you some chicken feathers to make a shuttlecock for her to play with."

Yan Jiekuang said a little embarrassedly,

"Oh! Jie Di is back, are these enough?"

Zhao Xiaotang casually pulled off some bright feathers from the rooster. To make a shuttlecock, only the ones on the neck and wings were needed.

"That's enough, thank you, Sister Xiaotang. Sister Xiaotang, why did you throw away all the chicken blood? Chicken blood is delicious when cooked in soup."

Yan Jiekuang happily took it. He originally wanted to leave, but after thinking about it he still asked.

"Oh, I know it's delicious, but this is a Chinese New Year custom that my dad told me. I don't know why? I'll ask you when I meet my dad someday?"

Zhao Xiaotang blinked and said, then he opened the hen's neck neatly, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted out and flowed into a small bowl below.

"Uh! No need."

Yan Jiekuang's face turned pale when he heard this. He waved his hands and ran away without turning around.

Zhao Xiaotang pursed her lips in amusement. After killing the chicken with soup and plucking the feathers, the two chickens were soon hung cleanly under the eaves. She had to clean up the place before cleaning the chicken's internal organs.

"Mom, please do me a favor!"

"Go, go, go, go, you didn't see that I was very busy. You are a young man, so why don't you stay with me? Please help me take care of my sister. She may have caught a cold on the way back and is still sleeping!"

When the third aunt saw her son's expressionless look, she was furious, but she looked like it was almost Chinese New Year, so she didn't deal with him.

"Mom, I just saw Sister Xiaotang killing a chicken. I went to get a handful of chicken feathers to make shuttlecocks for my sister, but I didn't know how to do it, so I came to you! Look at how beautiful these chicken feathers are!"

Yan Jiekuang showed off a little and put the chicken feathers in front of his mother.

"What are you talking about? That little girl killed a chicken. She is really a broom star, and she even dares to kill a chicken."

The third aunt's focus was not on this at all. She kept talking about Zhao Xiaotang's fault.

Yan Jiekuang was not happy when he heard it, but he also knew that he had not spoken, so he had to turn around and run away. He went to see if his sister was awake?

This time, I have been living with my grandma for half a year. My eldest brother went to pick her up yesterday and came back this morning. My sister was originally small, but now she is even thinner. I don’t know what she ate at my uncle’s place.

Zhao Xiaotang didn't know anything about the Yan family, but when he was disemboweling the chicken, three mothers came to the door.

"Xiaotang is busy! I heard that my third child said that you killed a chicken today. Can you give me the chicken skin? My Jiedi has been having trouble digesting it these past two days. I have been looking for this thing everywhere for her these past two days. "

Zhao Xiaotang glanced at the person standing at the kitchen door and glanced at the chicken gizzard he had just torn off.

"Then go!"

"Thank you very much. This chicken is really fat. I can't finish it by myself!"

The third aunt immediately saw the big rooster on the cutting board and the old hen in the small basin next to it. She swallowed subconsciously, and then said with a smile,

"As you said, I can't finish one meal or two. Who would be willing to spoil it in this winter?"

Zhao Xiaotang saw that she wanted to speak again and said quickly:

"Do you still want it? Grandma Chen behind me also asked before. If you don't want it, I will send it to her."

"I've been in a hurry these past two days. Fortunately, you have two of them. Thank you. I'll go back first while you're busy."

After hearing this, the third aunt didn't care to say anything else. She quickly took the chicken gizzards aside and left while talking.

Zhao Xiaotang continued to tidy up the two chickens, but the three mothers came back just after tidying up. Zhao Xiaotang gave her a confused look.

"What's that! Do you want the hair outside? And the chicken intestines in your little basin?"

Zhao Xiaotang was really convinced. The time stamp for this item was pretty accurate.

"Take it."

Zhao Xiaotang said nonchalantly that she was going to throw away the chicken feathers anyway. Although the chicken intestines were delicious, she didn't want to clean them up, so she just didn't have to take them out and throw them away.

The third aunt happily took out the small basin hidden behind her and put the chicken intestines in. When she left, she took away the trash can that Zhao Xiaotang put at the door. The chicken feathers in it,

She brought two things back, and her three sons and a daughter happened to be at home. She put the things on the table like a show off.

"Mom, what are you doing? I don't mind the smell."

The eldest son fanned his nose and hid aside. The other two also looked at the things on the table with puzzled expressions.

The third uncle glanced at the other party unhappily.

"This is a trash can. Why did you put it on the table?"

"What do you know? This is from Xiaotang's family. There is still so much oil on the chicken intestines, and it is very delicious even after being washed.

The chicken feathers can be sold for money after they are dried! "

The third aunt said angrily, of course she knew it was a trash can, but Xiaotang washed it very clean, otherwise it didn't look like a trash can used to hold garbage.

"Your mother did the right thing. Boss, what's that expression on your face? Since you dislike it so much, don't eat this chicken sausage made with chicken fat."

The third uncle said righteously,

"Don't! It's shameful not to eat during the Chinese New Year! By the way, this time I went to pick up Jie Di, and my uncle said we didn't have enough food. We need at least five kilograms of millet."

Yan Jiefang just went to catch up on his sleep before getting up. He was about to talk about this just now, but was interrupted by his mother's words.

"What!? How much can your sister eat in a month? Why doesn't he grab five kilograms of millet?"

The third uncle's face turned ugly and he didn't say anything. The third aunt became anxious at first, wondering if the sister-in-law was up to something.

"I don't know what happened. The last time I sent it to Mingming, I took 15 kilograms of food. I stayed there for five months. Logically speaking, my sister is only three years old and 15 kilograms is enough, but she still needs five kilograms. Xiaomi, if it doesn’t work, don’t send it over in the future.”

Yan Jiefang said unhappily, in fact, he kept one pound of the 15 kilograms of grain in private when he sent his sister there. Occasionally when he was hungry and couldn't bear it, he would grab a handful and go to the wild to cook porridge in a broken clay pot.

The promised 15 kilograms turned out not to be enough. The third aunt's sister-in-law thought it was the third aunt and her husband who were playing tricks on her and asked her to look after the children but didn't give them enough food, so she was unhappy.

In addition, my daughter-in-law is about to give birth to her third child, so I want five kilograms of millet to give to my daughter-in-law during the confinement period.