Siheyuan: When I became the control group of Qin Huairu

After dinner, Xu Damao put the bowl and chopsticks on the table and said, "Wife, I have something to do outside."

As he spoke, he put on thick clothes and cotton shoes.

Xiaoling ate slowly. She glanced at the snow outside the window and said, "It's snowing so heavily and it's so late. Are you still going out?"

"Yes, I suddenly remembered that I still have some unfinished business, so I have to go to the factory now." Xu Damao straightened his clothes and took out a mirror from the cabinet to look at himself.

"You don't have to wait for me before you go to bed at night!" After saying that, Xu Damao put the mirror in his hand back to its original place, picked up a flashlight and put it in his pocket, opened the door very quickly, and then closed it very quickly.

Feeling the strong wind whipping his cheeks and the coolness and wetness brought by the large flakes of snow melting on his face, Xu Damao shivered involuntarily and then retracted his neck.

When passing by the deaf old lady's house, Xu Damao slowed down his pace, looked inside a few times, and found a figure lying very straight on the bed. Xu Damao didn't say anything, just retracted his gaze and left.

"Hey! Damao! You're still out of the courtyard so late!?" Sitting at the door and smelling the fragrance wafting from the opposite door, Yan Bugui greeted Xu Damao who had just arrived at the front yard with a happy face.

Xu Damao stopped and felt his feet a little stiff. He took a few steps back and returned to the aisle. He kicked the wall a few times to kick off the snow on his shoes, and then stomped his feet hard.

"Uncle, I have something to do at the factory. Okay, I won't say any more, Uncle. I'm going to leave now. I'm afraid it will be late later!"

"Okay! Damao, slow down. After all, the wind and snow are quite strong! Watch your step!" Looking at Xu Damao's figure getting farther and farther away, Yan Bugui said these few words of advice.

Apart from anything else, although Yan Bugui is a bit stingy at ordinary times, his attitude towards people like Xu Damao who give him some benefits from time to time is naturally very good.

After all, in Yan Bugui's opinion, as long as he doesn't produce anything, he can still practice his talking skills.

But then again, wasn't the Red Star Steel Mill on holiday? Why did Xu Damao still want to go to the factory?

Could it be that he was going to get something good?!

hey-hey……

Thinking so in his mind, Yan Bugui smiled a few times, and then he calculated how many pairs of couplets he had already completed at home. He estimated that maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, those who had not come to him to make couplets in this courtyard would come to get them.

Isn’t Xu Damao one of them?

When the fragrance wafting from Yang Hehua's house became much lighter, Yan Bugui, who was frozen stiff, took the stool, closed the door, and sat back by the stove.

At this time, Yang Hehua's family was having dinner.

Yang Hehua was so busy today that she didn't pay much attention to her neighbors. The kitchen stove was already filled with various fried/steamed/stewed food.

As for tonight's meal, it will be braised pork, meatball vermicelli soup and rice.

The braised pork is fat but not greasy, and has a lot of oil. The red sauce and shiny oily appearance, with a rich aroma that surrounds the nose. After Xiao Qian picked up two pieces of braised pork for Xiuxiu and Manmanman, she started eating too.

After taking a bite, his eyes narrowed, and then he started eating even faster.

The deliciousness of braised pork is something that only those who have eaten it can appreciate without saying a word.

Even the two little girls who were usually the most talkative were busy eating.

As for Xiaobao, when Yang Hehua fed him a mouthful of shredded braised pork and then a mouthful of rice mixed with meatballs and vermicelli soup with a spoon, his little mouth chewed a lot faster and even urged his mother Yang Hehua to get up.

"Mom - meat -"

While urging, his mouth was wide open.

Yang Hehua, who was holding the bowl, could even see Xiaobao's tonsils deep in his mouth. She had a gentle smile on her face, "Okay, okay - I'll feed you right away!"

While speaking, the movements of his hands did not slow down.

The time for preparing New Year's dishes passed in a flash, and soon it was New Year's Eve.

Yang Hehua heard the sound of firecrackers while she was still asleep. She looked at the time with sleepy eyes. It was just a little after 6: in the morning and it was still dark outside.

It snowed for a while and stopped last night. Perhaps it was because they knew that today was the last day of 57 years and everyone was busy celebrating New Year's Eve and keeping vigil, so they were considerate enough to stop snowing.

Yang Hehua has been busy preparing vegetables from morning to night these days. Fortunately, it is a cold winter, so the vegetables will not go bad.

Yang Hehua, who originally wanted to take a nap, closed her eyes for a while but still couldn't fall asleep. She opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at the three children and Xiao Qian who were sleeping soundly. She sat up on tiptoe and took a while before putting on her clothes.

"System, I want to sign in!"

"The host has signed in successfully and received a meat ticket of 10 catty x 1957. Since today is the last day of , congratulations to the host for receiving a New Year gift package. It has been sent to the farm's warehouse, please check it!"

Yang Hehua, who had just put on one leg of trousers, heard that there was a New Year's gift package, so she quickly put on the other leg of trousers, slid down the edge of the kang, stepped on her cloth shoes, slipped a few times, and ran to the kitchen.

"New Year's gift package: It contains some basic supplies from the host's era, including 500g of brown sugar x10, 500g of pork belly x10, blue/grey cloth x10, ceramic basin x10......"

Hey!

Yang Hehua smiled as the fire in the stove illuminated her face.

"Thanks, system!"

Although these things can be bought from the farm mall, they are sent by the farm after all, so they are a token of goodwill from the other party.

During this period, since a lot of all-powerful bionic men had signed in, Yang Hehua not only went into the farm with her consciousness regularly every night, but also put a lot of things on the shelves in the mall.

When Yang Hehua went to the supply and marketing cooperatives to purchase New Year’s goods a few days ago, she saw vegetables grown on her own farm in several of the cooperatives. These vegetables were all put on the shelves by her from the mall.

I don’t know what people in this world who can buy things they put on the shelves in the mall think.

Anyway, Yang Hehua felt that the risk of doing so was too great.

Finally, following the system's suggestion, Yang Hehua asked the omnipotent bionic man on the farm to take out some of the crops grown on the farm and use the processing workshop to process them into agricultural and sideline products that could be stored for a longer time.

After all, in the future, many people will not be able to eat proper food.

On the black market, the omnipotent bionic man has already made a name for himself.

During this period, I only sold a few things occasionally.

As for the remaining part of the all-powerful bionic people, Yang Hehua asked them to go abroad.

Today is New Year's Eve. Yang Hehua's breakfast is not complicated. She cooks rice, millet and red dates porridge, and steams a few buns and steamed buns that she made a few days ago.

"Wow! I ate a bun stuffed with dried bean curd!" Xiuxiu, who was called up to eat breakfast, took a bite of the bun first, followed by Manman. She took a look at the filling of the bun in her hand, stretched it out in front of Xiuxiu and shook it: "Mine is stuffed with pickled cabbage."

Xiao Qian didn't say anything after eating the meat filling. She just smiled and watched the two of them chatting.

If it were half a year ago, when Xiao Qian ate the meat filling, she would definitely share it with the three children. But not now, just because the meat bun was stained with her saliva.

My sister-in-law Yang Hehua once said that it’s okay to share food, but never share things that are saliva-stained.

Moreover, this family has no shortage of meat and can eat meat several times a week.

Xiaobao was carried on Yang Hehua's back. He was chewing half a steamed bun in his hand. As for Yang Hehua, she didn't eat the noodles first. She was drinking porridge. She pointed to the winnowing basket filled with steamed buns and said, "I steamed buns at random today. I don't know what the fillings are, so everyone may get different ones."

Xiuxiu and Manman found it a bit strange, and they thought that this would bring unknown surprises.

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Yang Hehua picked up a bun at random, broke it lightly with her fingers, and soon saw the filling of the bun, which was vermicelli filling.

A few days ago, Yang Hehua made steamed buns with several kinds of fillings, including tofu, meat, leek and egg, vermicelli, red bean paste, sauerkraut, fried green pepper, and cabbage.

A lot of steamed buns and flower rolls were also made.

When eating buns, the main thing is to take a chance.

Considering that it was Chinese New Year, Yang Hehua did not use double-grain flour, but instead used all white flour grown and processed on the farm.

Xiao Qian once said a few words to Yang Hehua when she was lying on the table, saying it was too extravagant.

However, Yang Hehua’s explanation was that since it was the New Year, one had to eat something good so that the coming year would be better and better.

Before they finished their breakfast, the yard became noisy. Xiuxiu and Manman heard the noises of children setting off firecrackers and making a noise in the yard. The two of them, who had been enjoying their breakfast peacefully, now felt as if nails had grown on their buttocks and could not sit still.

The buns that he had in his hand earlier had been eaten long ago, and there was still some porridge left in the bowl.

Yang Hehua took a look and said directly: "After breakfast, you can go to the yard to play. Drink the porridge in the bowl first!"

No matter how much she loved her children, Yang Hehua would never allow them to waste even a single bit of food.

"Okay, Mom~"

When the two little girls heard this, they put down their chopsticks, picked up the bowls and started drinking. The mouth was actually a transition station. They didn't even chew it twice, but swallowed it directly into their stomachs.

"Mom, aunt, we're done eating, take your time!" Putting down their bowls and wiping their mouths with their sleeves, Xiuxiu and Manman got down from the stools in unison.

Yang Hehua and Xiao Qian both responded, and then they ran into the room happily and ran out the door with their new toys.

The door was suddenly opened, and the cold wind that rushed in made Yang Hehua and Xiao Qian startled, and then they smiled at each other.

After finishing breakfast and putting down her bowl and chopsticks, Yang Hehua could see through the open door that many children had gathered in their front yard.

The clothes they wore were all old, but some of the toys in their hands were new, such as a big wooden knife, a simple windmill, paper lanterns, etc.

However, the most popular ones are the small waist drums and mask toys in the hands of Xiuxiu and Manman.

Not only is the style novel, but the colors are also bright, making it even more fun to play with. When the children or teenagers see it, their eyes light up and they all gather around.

"Xiu Xiu! The sound made by the thing in your hand is so nice! Can you knock it for me? "

"Manman, I've seen this toy of yours at temple fairs. The faces of the opera singers looked like this!!!"

Everyone was talking, almost drowning out Xiuxiu and Manman.

Yang Hehua had slowed down her pace and walked to the door, looking at the group of children with a smile in her eyes.

Someone once said: "The Chinese New Year is actually a grand celebration of childhood prepared by adults for children."

This sentence actually makes a lot of sense. Every Chinese New Year, the happiest people are the children.

People who always say that there is no festive atmosphere during the New Year are generally older.

It’s just because of the crowd during this New Year’s carnival that adults are no longer the main guests.