Leaning on the fence to watch the birth of the moon

What Mo Xian was thinking was to defy the Seventh Senior Brother, but would this matter go his way?

The time for him to leave has not yet come, so for the time being, no one knows.

In short, they first ushered in the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, which is a day to send off the Stove King and celebrate the new year.

The custom of worshiping stoves varies from place to place. In some places, it is like offering sacrifices to ancestors, and only men can preside over it. In other places, it is the opposite. This day is dominated by women.

As for Shuanggui Village... whoever likes to preside over each household, even like Wang Mangzi, it is okay to lie down on the kang and sleep on the grounds of serious injuries.

As for the "newlyweds" Mo Xian and Seventh Senior Brother, they naturally went to battle together.When they got up early in the morning, the two got busy. They saw that other people could weave a pony with sorghum stalks. The two of them worked clumsily for a long time, but did they get the result...

"Why does it look like a turtle?" Mo Xian looked at Brother Qi's work.

Senior Brother Seven's face sank: "Bring me yours!"

"..." Mo Xian turned and got off the kang, "I forgot Mr. Zhao Wu said that a big rooster is used for sacrifices to the stove. Brother wait a moment, I'll go to Aunt Zhao's house to borrow a rooster!" .

Seventh Senior Brother frowned, ran quickly in secret, got up and picked up the stalks of the kang, and when he was cleaning under the quilt, he found a weird thing, which looked like a four-legged spider.So the Seventh Senior Brother immediately smiled happily, raised his eyebrows and put the "spider" aside, and decided to keep it as a souvenir~ Soon Mo Xian borrowed a rooster, and when he came back into the house, he saw Seventh Senior Brother sitting on the kang playing with it Looking at a four-legged "spider", he smiled amiably at him when he came back.

So Mo Xian had no choice but to smirk along, luckily Seventh Senior Brother was not the one to catch people's pigtails, and the two of them still had a lot of work to do, otherwise Mo Xian could only go out and find a place, dig a hole and bury himself.

The main job is to make dumplings. The job of kneading noodles is not difficult for the seventh senior brother who is quite talented in making pasta.Of course, chopping meat and vegetables will be handed over to Mo Xian. Unfortunately, Mo Xian doesn't have any fresh vegetables. What he can use now are wild vegetables that have been saved and dried, but in this snowy weather, wild vegetables are also It's so precious.

At this time, except for Wang Mangzi, who was still sleeping soundly, who was still in the name of recuperating, everyone else in the village was also busy making dumplings. For a while, from the beginning to the end of the village, this small mountain village was full of "Duke". The sound of chopping meat, although it is noisy, but it is not lively and cordial...

In fact, at noon, a lot of dumplings were wrapped, and Mo Xian was going to eat this for lunch, but Senior Brother Qi frowned and shook his head: "It's only eaten at night, you can't eat it now."

"Then what do you eat now?" Mo Xian asked, feeling his stomach started to protest.

"I'll cook some noodles for you." The dumpling noodles are a little soft, but it's fine to knead and make noodle soup.

"Yeah!" Mo Xian nodded honestly - the power of the kitchen has been gradually transferred to Senior Brother Seven recently.

So at noon, the two of them just ate some hot noodle soup, and then continued to sit by the kang to make dumplings.Although the two of them were not very successful in tying straw horses, they were both ingenious in eating.The dumpling skins rolled out by the Seventh Senior Brother were even and thin. Although the dumplings made by Mo Xian were not fancy, they were neat and beautiful, shaped like small white and fat ingots.

Senior Brother Qi liked it, and tried to wrap a few in the middle, but put too much filling, and two small openings were broken after wrapping, so there is a danger of turning into a piece of soup after being put into the pot...

After the dumplings, the two picked out a rabbit and a pheasant, and put them in a pot to cook with pork and venison, with some wild vegetables and mushrooms in the middle, and it was a big dish for the evening.

But when I think about it, there is only such a chowder-like meat dish at night, plus dumplings-for most people in this world, this is definitely a hearty meal, but no matter how I think about it, Mo Xian feels that for him and For the seventh senior brother's first young year, this is really a bit shabby.

But all the food at home is there, and now there are all in this pot. He wants to make more things, but it's just to make the meat again...

"Brother, I'm going out for a while."

"It's getting dark, why are you running outside?"

"I'll return soon."

Seeing that Mo Xian was determined to go, Seventh Senior Brother could only frown and nod: "Be careful, come back earlier."

"Yeah." Mo Xian wrapped the tattered leather robe and ran out of the house.He left quickly, as soon as the seventh senior brother agreed, he ran away without a trace, but he didn't come back until half an hour later.It gets dark early in winter in Japan. When he came back, candles were already lit in every household. Some people even made sacrifices to the Kitchen God, lit firecrackers, and the family started eating.

And Seventh Senior Brother stood at the door waiting for Mo Xian as usual.

The body of the returned man was already wet with water. After the journey back, the water had already frozen into ice. His scalp, hair bun, and even his eyebrows were covered with a layer of ice crystals. The two strands of hair on his forehead were even more frozen. It became a little popsicle.When seeing Senior Brother Seven, Mo Xian smiled as usual: "More than every year." His lips that were blue and purple from the cold spit out a few breaths of white air...

What Senior Brother Seven saw were a few fish that were obviously not too small. The gills of the fish were tied with straw ropes made of reeds, and a layer of frost had also formed on the fish.

"I want to scold you." Seventh Senior Brother said, "but I also want to praise you, so I don't scold you or praise you."

"How about a kiss?"

"Keep an inch! Hurry up and go into the house and change clothes!" Seventh Brother blushed suddenly, grabbed the rope that tied the fish, grabbed Mo Xian, and went into the house.

Seventh senior brother actually didn't even know what kind of fish Mo Xian brought back.Except for all kinds of goldfish that are purely for appreciation, as well as fish with more obvious appearances such as black fish and puffer fish, Brother Qi thinks that all fish are the same.

That doesn't mean he won't handle the fish though, as fish are far easier to catch than animals when camping alone in the wild.

So when Mo Xian changed his clothes and came out of the house, Brother Qi had already packed the two fish.Naturally, he obediently took a small bench and sat opposite Senior Brother Seven, and picked up another fish to clean.

The two of them fought together, making them smell like fish.Mo Xianyuan wanted to braise the fish in brown sauce, but depending on the time, it would be too late even for grilled fish, not to mention braised in brown sauce.After thinking about it, he simply removed the spines and sliced ​​a black fish with few small spines, wrapped it in flour and fried it, then made a sauce with honey and wild fruits, poured it, and served it in a hurry.

Then it was the stove sacrifice, and the sacrifices such as sugar melon, noodle soup, eggs, etc. were arranged, and the seventh senior brother held the rooster, and Mo Xian poured a bowl of wine on the rooster's head according to Zhao Wuye's instructions.The cock shivered a bit.

"What kind of omen is this?" Mo Xian asked as he looked at the roosters moving their necks back and forth.

"This... should be considered a good omen." Seventh Brother said uncertainly.

"That's a good sign." Mo Xian nodded, turned around and wiped the Stove King's mouth on the Stove King's painting with the syrup that he had made before—in fact, judging from the area, the entire face should be covered, and then took off the painting, It was rolled up on the sorghum pole horse (turtle) tied by the seventh senior brother, and it was simply stuffed into the stove.

Turning around, Seventh Senior Brother was still holding the cock.

"It's over?" Brother Seven asked.

Mo Xian turned around and looked at Stove Tangli again, the paintings and horses were half burnt: "It's over."

"Then let's go eat."

"Ah."

A simple adobe house with a thatched roof, a broken oil lamp burning with black smoke, an adobe bed made of yellow mud, furniture that is not dilapidated but simple enough to be almost rudimentary, clothes made of coarse cloth, and quilts made of linen, although daily eating and chewing are considered fine. Prosperity, but this is indeed the life of the lowest level of common people, but the Seventh Brother, who was once regarded as the favored son of heaven, has adapted to all this, and even enjoys it.

He took another sip of the wine in the bowl, maybe he had drunk too much, Senior Brother Qi was a little dazed, he put down the wine bowl, walked along the table, and crawled to Mo Xian's side.

"Little Mo..."

"Huh? What's wrong, brother?"

Seeing Senior Brother Seven's eyes in a daze, Mo Xian guessed that he was probably drunk, so he raised the kang table while asking.But what surprised him was that before he could find a safe place to put the kang table down, the seventh senior brother suddenly rushed over, almost tipped over the table, and smashed the pots and bowls on it.

"Brother?"

"Little Mo... I want to..." Seventh Senior Brother raised his head, and kissed Mo Xian regardless of his nose or mouth, his eyes were hazy, and he grabbed Mo Xian's waistband with both hands.

Mo Xian's eyes, which were still clear and bright, burned instantly. He threw the Kang table that was held high, and the table turned around in the air, and then fell to the ground lightly like a feather. Naturally, the tableware on the table was If it is not destroyed, even a drop of soup will not be spilled.

But at this time, Mo Xian had already collapsed on the kang with the seventh senior brother on his back...