The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

There are three ways to celebrate the new year in rural areas.

When Yang Dongxu went home, the sacrifice stove was over. The pigs were slaughtered at home, and the sheep slaughtered and everything were cleaned up, plus the various bacon and ham sent by the eldest sister’s house. Not to mention eating during the New Year. You will eat it until the Lantern Festival. Can't finish it.

But at the end of the year, Mother Yang always felt that there was still something to order at home, so every time she went to the market, she always brought something back.

At the end of the year, it seemed like every store was stocking up like a woman looking at her closet. It was clear that the closet was full of clothes and couldn't fit it, but I always felt that there was still a lack of clothes and no clothes to wear.

Yang Dongxu drank a few more glasses the night before, that is, he only drank so much at home, usually he was too lazy to drink outside.

The consequence of multiple cups was that when both eyes were opened the next day, Wen Chen was caught by the old man for training and went home after breakfast.

Thanks to Father Xuan not living in the old house, Wen Chen finally returned to the countryside to have the opportunity to let the wind go, and did not go to the old house where his parents were both, and slept on the street with his grandparents at night.

Otherwise, when he gets up at this point, the old man's eyes can make him panic.

Breakfast is definitely gone after getting up so late. Zhang Jing and Du Weiwei said they were here as tourists to experience the festive customs in the countryside, but how could Yang Ma, such a bright and open person, let the two women open fire.

When the two of them stayed at a homestay last night for dinner, Yang's mother said more than once that Luo Yang Dongxu was not sensible at all, and that she let her friends spend such wronged money. It was not because she had no house and no place to live.

So the three meals that day must be eaten at Yang's house. Suddenly a few more people eat in the morning and it is a lively event. When there are more people eating together, the appetite increases unconsciously.

Therefore, this morning, Yang Dongxu was not left for the lazy egg for breakfast, so when he got up, he didn't let Aunt Hua bother to cook breakfast for himself by herself. He washed his casual suit and walked on the street.

Just live in the market, not to mention breakfast, even if it’s New Year’s Eve, you can’t starve yourself.

As soon as I arrived on the street, I saw Ma Yang walking home with a big goose in her hand, followed by Zhuo Qing'er with sleeves up and Zhang Jing who was a little excited. No need to ask, this big goose must be Zhuo. Qinger caught it personally.

Seeing a few women blushing and sweating on their foreheads, they might also be involved.

Native chickens, ducks and geese are not uncommon in the countryside. After all, there are no beasts with their mouths full of dung screaming that peasants raising chickens, ducks and geese are unsanitary and polluting the environment.

Therefore, every household basically raises some, and basically all of them are free-range raising. Apart from rushing to keep away from the bazaar, I am not afraid that **** will make the street of the bazaar too dirty.

Rather, I was afraid that someone who was driven away from the market would take it away easily. There were still houses in the fields in the village, and I wandered casually in the water of the old beach. So one by one is not easy to grasp the energetic.

The only reason to carry a big goose is because Zhang Jing, who is usually very quiet, is now a shrewd and heroic woman as an assistant.

When I was eating last night, I might have been infected by Yang Dongxu's happy family. As soon as the family was warm and drank a few glasses of wine, they said that they wanted to eat big goose stewed in an iron pot.

It is too unreasonable to say that she is a Suzhou girl who has stayed in Yanjing for a long time and has not eaten the authentic rural iron pot stewed goose.

As for the iron pot stew, it is obviously a Northeastern dish, and it doesn't match Yang Dongxu's northern Anhui at all.

But as a southern girl, as long as it snows in the north, the iron pot stewed big geese in northern Anhui is not authentic. Are geese authentic domestic goose? Is a wok a wok?

So this must be arranged.

And looking at the posture of these people, it is estimated that this iron pot stewed goose can't wait tonight, and arrangements will be made at noon today.

Had it not been for Aunt Hua to wake up early today and have breakfast prepared, it is estimated that these few would be able to arrange the iron pot stewed goose for breakfast.

Gu </span> "Hurry up to eat, come over to pickle the big goose after the meal, the old man said you will cook this dish." Seeing her son, Yang's mother, who was originally very happy, instantly stared at her. The son glanced.

Much like the son who went home for the New Year, he didn't even bring his grandson back. It would be too disgusting and disgusting.

"Oh!"

I haven't had any food this morning, and I have to work for a while. What can Yang Dongxu do? He can only nod his head and agree.

It is estimated that a few women would like to experience the plucking of the goose, otherwise he would not simply pickle the cleaned goose for lunch and cook. It is estimated that the goose will have to be cleaned by him.

Looking at his mother with a few women, it was as if the arrogant mother chicken was leaving with a few chicks. Yang Dongxu, who looked back, just saw his own son coming out of a shop with a box of cannons.

"Why are you going with so many guns?" Yang Dongxu couldn't help glaring at his son.

In the final exam, the kid got the first place in the whole year. Zhou Ya, who was in a good mood, was a little relaxed about her son's discipline recently. This guy is okay in Demon Capital, and it didn't take long for the countryside to let himself go.

Every day I can’t see people until I get a meal, so I have to go outside to look for it when I get a meal.

"Help little grandma to catch the big geese. Just now Aunt Qinger caught the geese and chased the big geese into the southern river." Wen Chen said. Several friends beside him also stood up right away, indicating that they didn't. What a bad thing to do.

As he gets older and older, even though Jiejie, the child of the younger uncle’s family, still takes Wenchen to play, Wenchen doesn’t like his younger uncle anymore.

Because this little uncle has not taken him to go crazy, but with other older children in the same village, always strolling on the street to see girls, or go to set up to play billiards to see girls, these very boring things.

It's not as interesting as taking him to blast the dung pile with the cannon before.

"You just take this to drive?" Yang Dongxu opened his eyes.

The big goose that Yang's mother was holding was caught from her aunt's house. Yang and Yang have gone to the magic city or Xiangjiang to see their grandchildren and granddaughters because they have not moved for a few years. They stayed for a week and a half. , Even the pig farm is busy, so the family does not have these chickens, ducks and geese.

After going back yesterday, the little aunt forgot to grab a photo in the basket and take it back in the dark so as not to run too far and find her way home at night.

"This is for a while, I'm going to chase the geese first." Seeing that his eyes were a little wrong, Wen Chen dealt with it and took his little buddies to run away, not giving his own Lao Tzu a chance to talk.

"Go back at night and clean up you." Looking at his son who ran away in the blink of an eye, Yang Dongxu felt this slap a little itchy.

For the sake of his fatherly personality, he, who already has two sons, didn't realize that beating a child to give him a complete childhood is too unreasonable.

I murmured in my heart, I'd better fill my stomach before thinking about beating my son.

"What are you looking at?" Sanyin walked over with a smile.

She was also with her husband Sun Zhi by her side.

Compared with all the excitement of the locals during the New Year, the children are spending fun everywhere, the situation of the son-in-law from other places is basically the same now and in the future.

Although delicious and delicious are indispensable, but I don’t know how to communicate with the locals when I speak from other places, and I am in a daze from time to time, dangling at the door of my house like a silly son.