Dress like a farmer

As the saying goes: after Laba is the New Year.

Laba is a very important festival. On this day, Chen Yuping did not go to the shop in the town, nor did Cui Yuanjiu. The two of them stayed at home and worked on Laba porridge, discussing the trivial matters of the festival.

Mr. Chen and Mr. Chen took their youngest son to the town. The stewed meat was marinated last night. The pancakes are easy to make without too many skills. Mr. Chen can fully support them. , everything was prepared in advance, so even if Chen Yuping didn't go to the shop, the business of this shop is still booming.

There are many ways to make Laba porridge. Chen Yuping picked the family's preference, and put all the ingredients from his own farm, and bought a few more from the town.

When the sky was bright, I got up and stretched out. When the morning was about to enter, the rich aroma of porridge filled the whole Chen family and drifted into the village with the wind.

Some of the villagers who came to buy food from the village asked, "Brother Ping, do you sell Laba porridge in your house?"

"If you don't sell it, you can come and exchange it." On the day of Laba, whoever receives more porridge proves that the family has a good relationship and will be prosperous in the coming year, which is a particularly auspicious omen.Chen Yuping deliberately cooked a large pot of porridge, thinking that many people would come to deliver the porridge, and if others sent the porridge, the Chen family would have to return a bowl of porridge.

Liu Guixiang just laughed: "Brother Ping, with your words, I think our family is going to be lively today."

"It's good to be lively, but I'm afraid it won't be lively."

While talking, someone came over with a bowl of porridge.

"Brother Ping, although the Laba porridge made by my family is not as fragrant as yours, it is full of ingredients. You can try it."

Chen Yuping smiled and boasted: "This porridge smells delicious at first glance. It is very hot and thick, and the taste must be very good." Pour the porridge into his own bowl, clean the bowl smoothly, Filled a bowl full of my own porridge: "Try my Laba porridge too."

"Brother Ping's craftsmanship is needless to say, everyone in the family is very happy." Holding the porridge bowl, he left happily.

I just sent people out, and before I had time to enter the stove, I heard someone shouting: "Brother Ping, I'm here to deliver Laba porridge!" The voice was so excited, it seemed to be jumping and jumping and saying Talking, very lively.

He is the youngest son of my cousin.

"Take it easy, don't spill the porridge." Chen Yuping teased him and beckoned him into the room.

"Brother Ping, my mother cooked porridge early in the morning, it's delicious." He put the porridge bowl on the stove, laughing.

Chen Yuping boasted again, then took out a bowl and poured the porridge, washed the bowl clean, and filled it with the Laba porridge cooked by himself.

Waves of sending away and coming again, the delivery of Laba porridge is more lively than the business on the stall.

Sometimes there were too many people, and after several waves, Cui Yuanjiu called his second sister-in-law to watch the children, and he went into the kitchen to help.

Later, there were not enough bowls at home, so I had to wash a large bowl and pour almost the same porridge into a bowl.

"I'm still thinking about sending some bowls over." Liu Guixiang smiled and said, "I'm all greedy for Brother Ping's good craftsmanship."

Cui Yuanjiu answered: "The stove house is so lively today, next year will definitely be prosperous."

"I'm still thoughtful and prepared. There's only one big pot of porridge left. It's already noon. No one should come over. I have to arrange lunch." Chen Yuping looked at all kinds of porridge bowls: " Today we have to drink porridge for one day and cook two dishes to go with it."

Chen Yuchun came over in the afternoon, carrying a basket with a bowl of porridge and a plate of Laba porridge in it.

He leads Da Zhuang, Zhang Zhiwei hugs An Geer.

"Is this father and father in town?" Chen Yuchun was a little surprised when he didn't see father and father: "I thought about coming here in the morning, but there were too many things at home in the morning, so I couldn't leave."

Seeing Caogeer and Qiaoniuer playing on the bamboo couch, An Geer was a little excited, and crawled over, giggling and making a fuss.

Chen Yuping came out with tea: "It's just right here, I was thinking about going to my elder brother's house for a while, and having a meal together in the evening, it wasn't very tasty, this Laba, let's just have Laba porridge, and I'll cook some more dishes, the whole family is lively."

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Chen Yuchun without saying a word.

"The family is so busy that their feet don't touch the floor, and they have to worry about making dinner. I think it's enough to cook two dishes at will. It's not someone else, it's all my family."

Chen Yuping listened to his elder brother's words, and thought that he was unwilling, but unexpectedly, he turned a corner and smiled immediately: "I don't need to worry about anything, I'll take care of whatever I have at home."

Not long after, Old Man Chen and Father Chen Yuanqiu came back three times, and the old house was full of laughter.

Seeing that it was about the same time, Chen Yuping went into the kitchen to start the chores of dinner, Father Chen and Liu Guixiang stood up to help, Chen Yuchun wanted to enter the kitchen but was blocked outside, so he just had to watch over the four children.

"The children are Yuan Dong Yuan Jiu and the others, so I don't need to watch over them."

"It's not necessary, there are three people in the stove house, and it will be more trouble if you come in." Father Chen spoke bluntly. Bring back some greens."

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

Chen Yuchun went to the vegetable field, and just after entering the vegetable garden, she saw her husband follow in.

"What are you doing here, watch the child go."

"You forgot, let's go to the old house for dinner tonight?" Zhang Zhiwei said in a weng voice, helping a group of vegetables pick.

Chen Yuchun just remembered that, so he stayed at Chen's house for dinner: "You have to go back to the old house for dinner, you still have time to go back now." When he went back, Zhang Luo's dinner had to fall on him again.

"If you don't come back, I won't go back."

Chen Yuchun twitched the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly, and walked out with a vegetable basket.

After a bustling dinner, the sky was a bit dark and I couldn't see the road under my feet.

Old man Chen hitched an ox cart: "I'll take you back."

Although it is a village, it is still a bit far away. If you don't miss the adults, you have to think about the two children.

"Actually, I can see the road clearly." Chen Yuchun held his eldest son tightly and sat in the ox cart.

Father Chen stood under the eaves: "I don't have much to do in winter now. I often come back with my children. It's in a village, and it's not far away." He muttered.

"Father, come in, it's cold outside."

The ox cart is walking slowly, the road is quiet, every household is lit with oil lamps, you can see dots of orange halo, you can vaguely hear all kinds of voices, there are laughter and laughter, there are children laughing and adults scolding, no matter what it is Good or bad, all are lively scenes, filled with strong enthusiasm.

Chen Yuchun hugged his elder son tightly, and his eyes suddenly turned a little dry.

After listening to my father and father's words, wait a little longer, don't worry about getting married, or insist on building a new house next to the Chen family, isn't it easier these days?

The bullock cart stopped at the door of Zhang's house.

Seeing that the eldest son was about to get off the ox cart, old man Chen said in a muffled voice, "What's the rush, wait, wait until Zhiwei lights up the lamp oil before getting out of the cart."

"I'm going to light the oil lamp." Zhang Zhiwei handed the sleeping Ange to Chen Yuchun.

A dim light soon ignited in the room.

"Father, come in for a meeting?"

Old man Chen looked at Zhang Zhiwei who was standing under the eaves talking, and was so angry that he didn't know what to say: "Will I break my leg if I walk a few more steps?" Didn't you see when you were sitting up?"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled dryly, now he was a little smarter, he also knew how to hold the eldest son, and the oil lamp also shone in front of Brother Chun.

When the family of four entered the house, old man Chen said, "I'm going back."

On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed lightly in the middle of the night, adding a bit of frost to the cold temperature.

Chen Yuping was in a daze as if he hadn't woken up, and there was the sound of gargling in his ears. It didn't sound like rain, but he had a vague feeling that it was probably snowing.

In my sleepy mind, somehow, I thought of what Lao She wrote: The little snow that rinsed up covered the ground white.

He wondered if the world would be covered in silver when he woke up tomorrow.

Father Chen felt that it was getting cold again, he got up from the bed in the dark, and put on his clothes in a hurry: "Is it cold again today?"

"Maybe it's snowing." Old man Chen glanced out of the dark window, the rooster was about to crow, and it was still early in the morning in the winter weather.

"It's snowing?" Grandpa Chen exclaimed, trotting out, the moment he opened the door, a gust of cold wind rushed towards his face with thin snow, which made him shiver terribly: "It's really snowing!" It's snowing, I have to go to Brother Ping's room to have a look, and I don't know if the quilt is thick enough."

The house looks dark, but it is suitable for the outside, and there is still a little light from the sky.

Father Chen walked along the corner, pushed the door lightly into the third son's room, came to the bedside, narrowed his eyes and looked carefully.Fortunately, the father and son slept soundly, and the quilt was tightly tucked in. There should be no problem, so he walked out of the house lightly.

"How about letting Brother Ping and the others stay at home?" Father Chen discussed with his wife: "It's too cold, we two go to the town, and we can make ends meet."

Old man Chen nodded: "The youngest has to take it."

"He's young and full of energy, don't worry, I'll wake him up."

Even in winter, when it was snowing, Chen Yuping still woke up at about the same hour. It has become a habit to wake up at this time for more than a month.

There was a hazy sky outside, and it looked as if it had been brighter a few days ago.

Brother Cao hadn't woken up yet, and his little face was flushed from sleep. Chen Yuping looked at him for a while, kissed his forehead, put on his clothes and left the house.

Sure enough, it was snowing.

Chen Yuping thought he had a dream last night, but unexpectedly, he really heard something.

"Brother Ping." Cui Yuanjiu walked over with a smile, stood beside him, looking at the white world: "It's snowing."

"It's supposed to snow on the tenth day of the lunar new year."

Cui Yuanjiu's eyes fell on him, his eyes were soft and warm: "On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, brother Heping saw a snowfall."

"Is this called seeing a field of snow?"

"Well, it's the first time to watch the snow with my brother Ping."

Seeing that he was serious, Chen Yuping stopped joking.This person sometimes looks very calm and old-fashioned, and sometimes he is very simple and pure, like a child.

"Aren't you cold?" Chen Yuanqiu asked curiously, he rubbed his hands while breathing out, and stomped his feet: "I feel so cold."

Chen Yuping rolled his eyes, thinking it was very funny again, his bright eyes were bent like crescent buds.

He entered the kitchen.

Cui Yuanjiu stopped in front of Chen Yuanqiu, was silent for a while, and said, "Maybe it's because you are alone that you feel cold."

"?????" Chen Yuanqiu, who was full of question marks, was stunned for a while, but he didn't want to understand what he meant.

Father Chen said to his third son, "Why did you wake up? Brother Cao didn't wake up? You are not around, he will wake up soon. By the way, my father and I will go to the town today, you stay Stay at home and guard the stall."

"No need, father and father stay at home, and Yuan Jiu and I go to the shop." Chen Yuping washed up and drank a bowl of warm water: "I'm going to see Brother Cao."

Brother Cao woke up and saw that he was the only one on the bed, neither crying nor fussing, his big round eyes looked left and right, his chubby little arms were still hidden in the warm blanket, not even a little finger was exposed Come on, you are cute and cute, Chen Yuping sees it, his heart is warm and soft, and he can't wait to give the best in the world to his brother Cao.

"Father." The soft voice of the little milk.

"Brother Grass is awake, do you miss daddy?" Chen Yuping rubbed his hands together, his hands were warmed up, and then stretched out under the quilt, skillfully dressed his son.

"I knew he would wake up if you weren't here." Father Chen poured a basin of warm water to wipe his little grandson's face and hands: "Is the quilt thick enough? Oh my god, it will get colder and colder when it snows. Don't make it thicker?"

"Enough, it's too thick to cover, it's already very hot."

Cui Yuanjiu rubbed Brother Cao's little head: "The little face is still flushed, and the hands and feet are very warm."

Brother Cao was used to him, but he didn't know how to shout. The Chen family didn't teach him, and Cui Yuanjiu himself didn't teach him, so Brother Cao just smiled at him, grinning, with crooked eyebrows.

Every day when Chen Yuping and the others go out, Brother Cao, who is being held by Grandpa, always looks at him eagerly.

"Father, go into the house." Chen Yuping lowered his head and kissed Brother Cao's forehead: "I'll be back in the afternoon."

"It's windy outside, and it's still snowing, bring Brother Cao in." Old man Chen stood at the door, as if he was about to close the door at any time.

Father Chen said: "Let's go." He carried his little grandson into the kitchen.

"Brother Cao will grow up next year, so we can take him to the shop." The older the baby is, the more he will express his dependence and attachment. Chen Yuping feels that he loves Brother Cao more and more. His heart, liver and lungs.

"Yes, you can take him, but the shop is a bit small, and he can only sit against the wall."

Chen Yuping thinks this is not a problem: "We'll see when the time comes, maybe we will change to a bigger shop, and the money to buy the shop is still enough."

Chen Yuanqiu was quietly in the background, honestly driving the ox cart.

Father and Father said that when Third Brother and Ninth Brother were talking, he would keep his mouth shut, and keep his mouth shut if he could, so as not to spoil the atmosphere.

Just tired, sad, lonely.

On snowy days, there are few pedestrians on the street, and the queues can't stand up. It's too cold.

The business in the shop is not affected, and the pancakes will be sold soon after they come out of the oven.

"If you look around the entire South Street, your shop is not affected by the snow." The owner of the shop next door looked envious.

Chen Yuanqiu smiled and said: "My third brother is good at craftsmanship. There is an old saying: people depend on food."

"It really makes sense." The boss said lazily, and went back to his shop.

The excitement is the excitement next door, he can only watch helplessly.

Ugh!

After noon, all the food in the store was sold out.

Chen Yuping raised his opinion: "Simply go home for lunch?" Even if it was late, it was better than Zhang Luo in the store.

"I'm fine." Chen Yuanqiu answered first.

Cui Yuanjiu smiled at Brother Ping, his handsome brows and eyes were warm and soft: "Let's go home and eat."

The words were ordinary, but there was an inexplicable tease. Chen Yuping's heart trembled violently, as if he had been stabbed by an electric current, a little painful and itchy.