Siheyuan: When I became the control group of Qin Huairu

But the weather was not very good these days and it kept snowing, so Yan Bugui had no choice but to write couplets at home.

Yan Bugui was a stingy person. In previous years, he would write couplets in the yard during the day. But when he wrote couplets at home, he would alternate between writing during the day and at night.

There is a natural difference between outdoor and indoor.

The indoor lighting is naturally not very good, even during the day. If it were someone else, they might turn on the light and write under the light. But Yan Bugui is not like that. He doesn't want to waste the money, so he writes when the light is good. If the light is not good, he waits until night when he needs to turn on the light and writes a few words.

As a result, he only completed a dozen or so couplets in the past few days.

It is certainly far worse than previous years.

Thinking about the five dollars his eldest son gave him before he left this morning, Yan Bugui directly reached out for it.

"Jie Cheng, since you didn't accomplish anything today, just return the money!"

Yan Jiecheng was choked by his father Yan Bugui's sudden action. He laughed in his heart for a moment, and without saying anything, he gave the 5 yuan in his pocket to his father Yan Bugui.

The dried apricots that Yan Jiecheng just gave to his mother Yang Ruihua were bought with the private money he had saved before.

In fact, Yan Jiecheng didn't want to return it, but after all, he was living under the care of his parents, so he naturally knew that resistance was useless.

If the private savings he had saved were less than four yuan, he would not have wanted to take out the full five yuan.

It was a real loss to go out today.

Yan Bugui put the five yuan back into his pocket with great satisfaction, and then checked to see if the ink of the couplet he had just written had dried. If it had, he would prepare to put it away.

After a nap, Yang Hehua asked several people in the family to stay at home to peel peanuts. She carried a backpack and took three hours to bring back a full basket.

In his left hand he was holding a live chicken and a live goose, and in his right hand he was holding three plump mandarin fish strung together with straw.

Families in Sijiu City prepare some special delicacies at the end of the year to eat during the New Year. This is not only to save time and trouble, but also because there is an old rule in Sijiu City that you should not use a knife on the first day of the New Year. The weather in the twelfth lunar month is cold and food is not easy to spoil, so every family prepares dishes in advance, which are called "New Year dishes".

There was even a nursery rhyme.

"Twenty-three, sugar melon dip,

Twenty-four, clean the house.

25. Fried tofu.

Twenty-six, stew pot of meat.

Twenty-seven, kill a chicken,

Twenty-eight, hair.

Twenty-nine, steamed buns.

Stay up all night at thirty,

Twist and twist on New Year's Day. "

That's what we're going to do in the next few days.

Yang Hehua hasn't had time to do all these preparations because of her work.

After buying all the things (most of them were smuggled out from the space), after dinner, Yang Hehua spent some time preparing the dishes.

After breakfast the next day, I started frying meatballs, frying fish, making jelly, and stewing a pot of braised pork.

Now that supplies are scarce, there are naturally fewer things on the New Year’s Eve dinner at this house.

It would be a very good thing to have some fish, tofu and meat.

There are a lot of things in Yanghe Farm. Thinking about the fragrance wafting from the yard yesterday afternoon, she naturally planned to get something good.

There must be meatballs on the New Year’s Eve dinner, because meatballs symbolize family reunion, so people in the old city have to fry a large pot of meatballs in preparation.

Fried meatballs are divided into vegetarian meatballs and meatballs. Vegetarian meatballs must be made with a lot of coriander, carrots, five-spice powder, and vermicelli, and mix them into the dough.

From morning to afternoon, the fragrance wafting from Yang Hehua's house never stopped.

While Xiao Qian was helping, she also slaughtered the rooster that Yang Hehua brought home yesterday.