Crossover boy farming

With the sound of firecrackers a year old, the spring breeze sent warmth to Tusu.

Thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones.

After stopping work the day before the eve of his childhood, Zhang Wuliang spent a few pleasant and leisurely days, and then ushered in his first "year" in another world.

The night before New Year's Eve, Taohe Village started to snow again, and it snowed profusely all night, and it stopped when the sky brightened.

When people woke up the next day, the world was once again wrapped in silver.

But this time the heavy snow did not affect people's enthusiasm for preparing for the New Year.

This morning, every family got up early and started to fry meatballs, paste Spring Festival couplets, decorate the house, and sweep away the snow in front of the door. Everyone had a smile on their faces.

The intoxicating aroma of food permeated the air. Some children got a few strings of firecrackers and did not want to set them all at once.

"How about this position?" Zhang Wuliang stood on the bench, holding the letter issued by the village chief.It is said that the couplets and blessing characters written by Zhang Juren were posted on the gate.

Ever since Zhang Xiucai passed the exam, the Zhang family has never asked someone to write Spring Festival couplets. Every year, Zhang Xiucai’s family will write some Spring Festival couplets and blessings to the clan, and the village head will send them to each family to repay the clan’s help. kindness.

Zhang Zhenyong commanded from a distance: "It's a bit low, let's go a little higher."

Zhang Wuliang moved up the red couplet with both hands: "Is this so?"

Zhang Zhenyong looked at it: "Come down a little bit, a little bit," he emphasized.

Zhang Wuliang didn't move.

"Let me see..." Zhang Zhenyong took a few steps forward, then backed up a few steps, moved a few steps to the left, and moved a few steps to the right. Finally, he nodded and said, "Okay, this is it."

"Then quickly put the paste on it." Zhang Wuliang pressed the couplet with one hand, and lifted the lower part with the other hand, exposing the door panel so that Zhang Zhenyong could apply the paste.

"Okay!" Zhang Zhenyong ran over with a thump, picked up the bowl and small brush containing the paste, and began to brush upwards.

"Swipe more, so that it won't stick and fall off when the time comes." Zhang Wuliang urged.

"I know" Zhang Zhenyong brushed seriously without raising his head.

After brushing the paste, Zhang Zhenyong put the things in his hands aside, carefully followed the couplets put down by his brother, straightened, aligned them, and slowly pasted them on the facade, pressing them carefully.

"Huh" After doing all this, Zhang Zhenyong breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay..."

"Hmm." Zhang Wuliang looked at it and said, "You bring the rice paste, and I'll fill it up."

"Oh." Zhang Zhenyong held the bowl and stood beside Zhang Wuliang.

Zhang Wuliang stood on the bench, supported the couplet with one hand, and held the brush in the other. He finished the upper part with difficulty, and then jumped off the bench with the brush: "How is it? Let me see."

After taking a few steps back and leaving the point, after careful observation, he nodded: "Well, yes, it's just right."

Then he threw the brush into the bowl, picked up the bench, and waved his hand: "Come on, the couplets are all pasted up, let's paste the blessing."

Posting blessings is much easier. The village head gave a lot this year. Zhang Wuliang posted all the places that could be posted, and Aunt Zhao and Chen Xiaonian cut the window grilles.

When Aunt Zhao came out of the kitchen, she was dazzled by the redness set off by the white snow in front of her eyes. In this beauty, Zhang Wuliang by the wall of the west room heard the sound and smiled back at her. That smile hit the bottom of her heart and touched her soul. I saw the white couplet on the door three years ago, and the thin and stubborn figure in front of the mourning hall...

Zhang Wuliang turned around with a puzzled face: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Aunt Zhao came back to her senses, but felt her face was a little cold, she stretched out her hand, and touched a stream of wetness: Strange, when did you shed tears?

Aunt Zhao stared blankly at the drops of water on her hand, and said, "Oh, oh, I'm fine, maybe I was dazzled by the fire inside." Then she turned and went into the kitchen.

"Mother?" Chen Xiaonian looked at Mrs. Zhao returning empty-handed, and asked with some doubts, "Where's the meat?"

"Huh?" Aunt Zhao remembered that she was going out to get the meat: "I'll go right away." She hurriedly turned around and went out again.

In the yard, the two brothers had already moved their positions. Aunt Zhao looked at the two busy figures in front of the door and listened to the sound of firecrackers from time to time, she shook her head amusedly: I am really old.

After the two brothers put up the Spring Festival couplets and hung red lanterns in the yard, they went to the kitchen to eat meatballs. After eating their stomachs were full and their mouths were full of oil, Zhang Zhenyong was called away by the tiger cub next door.But Zhang Wuliang continued to stay in the kitchen, saying that he could fight again.

"Let's have hot pot tonight, let's," Zhang Wuliang said while picking up the not-so-hot radish balls.

Chen Xiaonian looked at Aunt Zhao, and Aunt Zhao nodded.

"Then I'll go find the copper pot." Zhang Wuliang threw a ball into his mouth and walked out.

It is hard to know when people here started eating hot pot.However, it was in the previous dynasty that hot pot was popular. At that time, there were restaurants in the winter market that began to provide hot pot. It was a place to cook and cheer around the stove, and all kinds of flavors were melted in the small pot. In winter, a group of people gathered around and ate. The hot pot is full of meat, which is lively and keeps out the cold.

Later, almost every household had a small copper hot pot with charcoal burning on the bottom, ventilation in the middle, and a protruding belly around the outside, which looked like a lotus lantern. It was suitable for cooking pots in winter.

Zhang Wuliang dug out his family's ancestral copper pot from the sundry room, looked at it, tapped it, and nodded with satisfaction: Yes, it can still be used.

In the afternoon, the four of them put the offerings on the altar, and after kowtowing to Father Zhang, they went back to the warm house and gathered around the altar.

In the center of the table is a hot copper hot pot, surrounded by prepared dishes: sweet potato slices, potato slices, cabbage leaves, tofu puffs, tofu skin, pork slices, fish slices, today’s fried meatballs and Zhang Wuliang The kelp I bought before and the bean sprouts made with soybeans a few days ago...the table is full.

The vegetables are juicy, the meat dishes are oily, and the aroma of hot pot soup is in the air, which makes the index finger move.

"Eat" Following Mrs. Zhao's order, the four pairs of chopsticks suddenly lifted up, grabbed the piece of food she liked, put it into the pot, and counted secretly, one, two...seven...eleven, twelve ……alright!

Take it out immediately, can't wait to let it cool, blow a few mouthfuls, put it in your mouth, exhale and inhale, chew a few times, your eyes suddenly brighten: delicious!

A few people didn't bother to talk, they lowered their heads and were busy.It wasn't until after eating like this a few times that the movement slowed down.

"Huh, it's so delicious." Zhang Wuliang took another sweet potato slice and threw it into the hot pot. The other three people didn't like to eat this. Today, he almost ate this sweet potato slice by himself.

"Yeah." Zhang Zhenyong bit a piece of meat and nodded frantically.

Then there was another binge eating.

Mrs. Zhao ate less and stopped a long time ago. Looking at them like that, she had to say: "Eat less, don't make your stomach full."

"Yeah, I know." Although Zhang Wuliang responded, but the action didn't stop, which is where it is.

Chen Xiaonian stopped after eating a few more mouthfuls, then Zhang Zhenyong also put down his chopsticks to express that he was full, and in the end only Zhang Wuliang was left and continued.

When Zhang Wuliang finally put down his chopsticks and put away his hands, nearly half an hour had passed, and the sky outside became dark.

When Aunt Zhao and Chen Xiaonian saw that he had finished eating, they quickly removed the hot pot and put on some snacks such as melon seeds and peanuts. Waiting for the children in the village to come to the door, Zhang Wuliang lit all the lanterns in the yard.And Zhang Zhenyong has already gone to meet their friends.

The children in the village are divided into several waves, running from one house to another, each with a small lantern in his hand, and wherever he goes, there will be a lot of fun.

Zhang Wuliang stayed at home and watched them rushing in, calling people sweetly, saying happy new year, and then taking his own snacks with him, the children's words, children's words and children's laughter filled the whole Taohe village, hitting people heart.

This is the first time Zhang Wuliang has seen so many children since he came to Taohe Village. Almost all the children who can run and walk are there.

Zhang Zhenyong came back very late, brought his booty, and happily talked about the interesting things that happened just now. Zhang Wuliang half-lyed on the Kang and listened, with the corners of his lips curled up.

Aunt Zhao and Chen Xiaonian walked in with the noodles and stuffing that they had prepared in the afternoon, and the whole family gathered together to make dumplings.

When the first sound of firecrackers sounded at midnight, Zhang Wuliang also took out the firecrackers prepared by himself and came to the yard.

Aunt Zhao, Chen Xiaonian, and Zhang Zhenyong stood at the door of the warm house and watched him. Zhang Wuliang ran back to them after lighting the fuse, and together they listened to the muffled sound in the air and watched the sparks from the firecrackers.

When the firecrackers are finished, say Happy New Year's Day to them.

After setting off the firecrackers, it's time to go back to the house and cook dumplings. Each person has a small bowl. When making dumplings, Aunt Zhao put sugar, peanuts, dates and chestnuts in the fillings of several dumplings.

In the end, I don’t know if it was a coincidence, Zhang Zhenyong ate candy, which symbolizes that the coming year will be sweeter;

Aunt Zhao ate peanuts, which symbolized health and longevity.

Zhang Wuliang and Chen Xiaonian were the ones who ate jujubes and chestnuts that meant giving birth to a baby early.

Everyone was blessed, especially when she saw Chen Xiaonian eating jujube, Aunt Zhao was so happy that she could not close her mouth from ear to ear, and finally gave each of them a thick red envelope.

Zhang Wuliang smiled helplessly, and after taking the lucky money from Aunt Zhao, he hurriedly dragged Chen Xiaonian back to his room, and rescued Chen Xiaonian who had already blushed with shame.

As for whether Zhang Wuliang will let go of the shy and charming little husband in front of him, God knows what you know and I know.