The days when I am farming in the last days

Once the days become leisurely and lazy, the concept of time will naturally become blurred.

If Tang Ma hadn't mentioned it, Jiang Dai wouldn't have even realized that it was the last day of the year.

New Year's Eve.

New Year's Eve is the busiest time at the end of the year.Get up early in the morning and start preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner after breakfast.

Tang's father untied the pig's head that had been hung for a few days, took out the fiery red charcoal from the bacon fire, piled it on the pig's skin and burned it once, and then scraped off the charred part with a knife to reveal the inside Burnt golden skin.Afterwards, the whole pig's head is carefully cleaned and stewed in a large pot.

For New Year's sacrifices, such a whole pig's head must be used to count as a card.

When Tang Han was a child, because a pig would take a year to eat, he would hardly buy meat from outside. Everyone was greedy, so a pig head would be eaten quickly, and he even kept some for his guests.

But the times are different now, there is no shortage of meat at home, the Chinese New Year table is getting more and more abundant, and there are too many things to eat, so pork head meat is not so attractive.

Even if the pig's head from last year had been kept in the refrigerator, it would eventually deteriorate and had to be thrown away.

So when the pig's head was being roasted, Tang Han watched from the sidelines, and suggested, "Dad, let's marinate this pig's head? It tastes better."

She said, without waiting for Dad Tang to answer, she got up and dug out the seasoning she bought.

Tang's father put oil in the pot, and then put rock sugar to stir-fry the sugar color, added various seasonings and sautéed, added water, put the cleaned pig's head in it, covered the pot and stewed.The braised pork needs to be cooked for at least four hours. Tang Han rolled his eyes and decided to marinate something else by the way.

She went to the refrigerator to find the chicken feet, and in the duck wings, she peeled half a pot of potatoes and cut two pieces of tofu, but she still felt that it was not enough, so she begged Tang's father, "Dad, why don't you burn another pig's feet? "

"You can eat so much?" Tang's father asked suspiciously, "The rest will be mine."

"Braised pig's trotters, just get one, grab it and gnaw it, can there be any left?" Tang Han was full of confidence.

Father Tang silently untied another pig's trotter.After the children grow up, they only go back home once or twice a year. Every time they come back, Tang's parents and Tang's mother will bring out the best things, kill chickens and geese, so that they can eat comfortably.

This pig's trotter was originally intended to be taken away by Tang Han after the New Year, but now that he can't go, it seems that there is no problem eating it in advance?

So when Tang Ma came over with her basket in her hand, she found that the fourteen-seal cauldron was already full.

"Heartless woman." She knocked on Tang Han's forehead, "No one will come to pay New Year's greetings this year. You make so much and you can't finish it. What will you do?"

"Hey, if they don't come to pay New Year's greetings, we won't eat?" Tang Han waved his hand casually, "There are six people in our family now, so we don't have to worry about eating all the time."

"Let's keep the chicken and don't kill it. I won't be able to eat it tonight." Tang Ma thought for a while and said.

Tang Han said with a smile, "Then keep it past fifteen."

"Okay, let's keep it for over fifteen years." Tang Ma said, "I'll go dig some radishes in the field and come back, and I'll give you a task."

"What?"

"Paste the couplet."

"Then you find it." Tang Han readily agreed when he heard that it was this.

Tang's mother spread her hands, "The problem is that this year is like this, and I didn't go to the New Year's Fair, and I didn't buy couplets at all. Last year, there were two left, but they were not enough." With windows, more than a dozen couplets are enough.In previous years, not only did I buy it myself, but the government also distributed it. Sometimes I couldn’t use it all up, but this year it’s all gone.

"Then what should we do?" Tang Han turned to look at her.

Tang's mother said, "It's simple. The red paper I bought last year is still there. You can cut the paper and write it yourself. Anyway, just paste the couplets to the full."

"But I don't know how to write calligraphy." Tang Han was confused.

"Tsk, I'm still a college student." Tang's mother taunted mercilessly, "Whatever you don't know, it's a waste of my tuition."

Tang Han was very unconvinced, but Tang Ma could indeed despise her.She doesn't go to school much, and all her life skills are self-taught. She is proficient in housekeeping, director, sewing, and various cooking skills. Even the work in the field is a trick.

That is to say, she was born in the wrong age, otherwise she would be a strong and elite woman in society.

"Let me write it." Jiang Dai listened to the mother and daughter bickering for a while before interjecting with a smile.

"That's right!" Tang's mother immediately hit Tang Han, "Look at Jiang Dai, and then at you." Having disliked her daughter, she went to the room to find out the red paper, and found out what year and month it was. Ink and brush left behind.

To say that the quality of the old things is really good, after so many years, the ink still has a strong ink fragrance, and the brush is still very easy to use.

Qin Yu saw the movement here, came over to take a look, and suddenly became interested, "Want to write couplets? I'm good at this."

Tang Han slapped his hands, "Why didn't I think of it just now? Brother Qin should come. You are the big boss, and you must have good accomplishments in this area."

"Okay, don't embarrass me." Qin Yu shook his head and laughed, "It's just a hobby of mine, and practicing calligraphy can indeed cultivate one's self-cultivation, so I haven't let it go, and the words I write can barely be seen by others."

When Jiang Dai heard the words, she gave up the position of the chief writer and handed him the brush.

Sitting at the table, Qin Yu looked at them with a pen in his hand, "What to write?" His handwriting was indeed good, but in the past, all he wrote were things he saw in books, or epigrams suitable for hanging up.And those are obviously not suitable for couplets.

Tang Han racked his brains and thought of two couplets that had been posted before.It's nothing more than a collection of words like spring and blessing. Although the meaning is simple, the implication is auspicious.

Then she got stuck.

Everyone unanimously turned their attention to Jiang Dai, who was very educated at first glance.

As expected, Jiang Dai did not disappoint their expectations. She opened her mouth without turning the pages of the book, and all of them were well-meaning sentences that would not be incomprehensible to ordinary people, but they would not be too plain to have no charm.

Qin Yu wrote one by one, and Tang Han took the written ones to the side to dry, so as not to mess up the words.

Ozawa was not very close to his father before, but this was the first time he saw her write big characters, and he was so happy that he fumbled around beside him, eager to try, obviously wanting to try it himself.

Tang Han remembered that there was more than one writing brush in the house, so he searched for it and found a smaller one.It seems that when she was in elementary school, the school opened calligraphy classes, so she bought it specially.Tang Ma's habit of collecting things is sometimes frustrating, but sometimes it looks very cute.

Ozawa held the pen, as if he got a new toy.Tang Han gave him all the scrapped corner paper and asked him to draw and play casually.

Surprisingly, Ozawa can actually write his own name. Although the handwriting is crooked and not very good-looking, it is already very rare for a three-year-old child.In addition, they can also write numbers from 1 to 9, simple Chinese characters such as Yamaguchi people.

Qin Yu watched, but didn't feel happy, but frowned slightly.

Tang Han couldn't help asking in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"These are all taught by his mother." Qin Yu also sighed softly, "I said that I will go to kindergarten in the future, and I can't lose to other children, so I will teach him a little bit occasionally." When he said this, his face became more gloomy, "Write If it’s not good, you can’t eat.”

"Ah... this is too cruel." Tang Han turned his head to look at Ozawa who was obediently writing.

It's hard to imagine what kind of mother would dislike this child and even abuse him like this.It was a good thing to teach children to learn things, but this is not the case.

"Fortunately, it's all over." Jiang Dai comforted when she saw that the atmosphere had become dull.

Only then did Qin Yu show off his face, "You are right. It was me who neglected children too much before being a father, and I won't do it in the future."

He reached out and rubbed Ozawa's head, Ozawa looked up at him with some doubts.Qin Yu got up and walked behind him, "Come on, Dad will teach you how to write."

Because there is no door god, Tang Han cut two pieces of red paper and planned to write two blessings on them.

She buried her head in cutting the paper here, and didn't pay attention to Jiang Dai's movements.When everything was done, she looked up, only to find that Jiang Dai had already sat behind the table, drawing with a pen on the red paper she had cut.What she painted was figure painting, using the Chinese style ink painting method, focusing on vividness rather than realism. With a few strokes, she outlined the image of a general with a long knife in one hand and a long beard in the other.

"This is Guan Yu?" Tang Han leaned over to look at it with interest for a while, then raised his head and looked at Jiang Dai with bright eyes, "It's amazing! How can you know everything?"

"I don't know many things you know." Jiang Dai smiled, her tone, tone, and even her face were soft.

Finally, Jiang Dai painted a pair of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, and a pair of Qin Shubao and Wei Chigong.When the ink was dry, Tang Han moved out the ladder, several people worked together, and quickly pasted the couplets and the door gods and finished the work.

At this time, Tang Ma had already returned, and not only brought back half a basket of radishes, but also brought back a large grass carp weighing several catties.

In the kitchen, Father Tang lifted the lid of the pot and shouted loudly, "Tang Han, you should have marinated this well, right?"

The heat was transpiring, and the aroma of stewed meat also spread out, filling the entire yard.

The author has something to say: It's finally Chinese New Year!

感谢在2020-06-1404:29:49~2020-06-1504:04:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 light and shadow;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: a small number of 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!