In the age of crossing books, the female supporting role of salted fish won

Chapter 97 Thirty's Dumplings

"Go home, go home!"

With a bunch of candied haws in hand, Song Juan took the lead and led a group of nephews, rushing forward in a swarm.

As for the people walking behind, they were in pairs.

Song Juan glanced back occasionally, and felt that a full amount of dog food had been stuffed into her mouth.

This big family is just a single dog.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as a single dog at this time, otherwise, Song Juan feels that she doesn't need to eat anything this year, and she can live on dog food.

On the way back to the village, I could see people from the village walking towards the commune.

These are all mentally strong.

Well, the possibility of some oversleeping cannot be ruled out.

After all, although the supply and marketing cooperatives have sufficient supplies for the New Year's Eve fair, there are also many people who can't afford to buy them, and they might just run away.

Old Song's family bought a lot of things.

Although the villagers are envious, they are not so jealous.

After all, the old Song family is Ding Xingwang, and the four sons are all promising.Uh, except for Song Lao Si who is a little bit worse, the other three brothers all eat the food provided.

Furthermore, Song Weiguo, the boss, hasn't been back for several years, but he came back this year, so it's going to be a good year?
Back in the village, although it was only halfway through the morning, the family was still busy.

Start preparing for lunch early, after all, twenty people have to eat.

According to the custom here, you have to eat chicken at noon.

Although there are pheasants in the family, Li Guilan waved her hand and snapped the two big cocks that the family had raised for a year.

This is prepared for the New Year's Eve lunch. If you don't eat at this time, when will you wait?

Kill the chicken, boil the water, and pluck the feathers.

"I don't have much cabbage at home, head of the house, you go to the vegetable garden and dig some cabbage out, dig more, and you have to make dumplings at night!"

"okay!"

After receiving Li Guilan's greeting, Song Laifu called Song Guoqing and Song Weiguo to follow.

With his sons all around, Song Laifu would be lazy when it comes to doing the work.

The snow in the vegetable garden was thick, but the vegetable cellar used to store cabbage and radishes had already been cleared of snow.Otherwise, the heavy snow would melt and seep into the vegetable cellar, and the cabbage and radishes stored in it would be damaged by freezing.

Song Weiguo and Song Guoqing worked together, and quickly dug up the vegetable cellar, and took out Chinese cabbages and radishes from the inside.

New Year's Eve dumplings, stuffed with cabbage and pork.

But for this radish, it’s good to eat it raw, and it’s appetizing and smooth.

Soon, the father and son got enough cabbage and radishes to come out.

Then, refill the vegetable cellar to bury it, so as not to freeze the vegetables in the vegetable cellar.

Song Juan turned into a professional chef at the moment, teaching her four sister-in-laws cooking experience.

Although Ma Xiaoling and the others spent longer cooking time than Song Juan, their cooking skills were incomparable.

In line with the principle that the best come first, the four of them modestly asked Song Juan about their cooking experience.

Song Juan naturally knew everything.

Along with it, Li Guilan was also studying silently beside her.

There are only two dishes at noon, one is stewed fish, the other is stewed chicken with cabbage and vermicelli.

As the scent drifted away, the neighbors of Lao Song's family sighed.

This old Song family's past years are no worse than the old landlord Lao Cai in the past.

"My mother, tell me, why is this little girl from the Song family so good at cooking?"

It's also chicken stewed cabbage vermicelli, why is Lao Song's so fragrant, but theirs doesn't have this taste?

"How do I know that?"

The middle-aged woman who was being questioned gave her man a sideways look, and then asked back, "What's the matter, do you think the food cooked by my mother is not good?"

"Uh, no, where can I?"

The man replied in a timely manner.

It's New Year's Eve, don't like to quarrel.

Naturally, Song Juan didn't know that her culinary skills display caused the neighbors in front of her to almost have a family civil war. She was explaining the tricks of cooking to her sister-in-law in detail.

To put it bluntly, it is the mastery of heat and seasoning.

Of course, stir fry is also very important.

However, this requires actual combat drills, and it is a link where practice makes perfect.

It's just that Song Juan simply mentioned a few words, and didn't say much, after all, she didn't have much time to cook.To say that practice makes perfect is a bit of an exaggeration.

So, Song Juan attributed this to talent.

This person, there are always some things that he is good at, and some things that he is not good at.

Song Juan shaped herself to be good at cooking.

Whether others believe it or not, she herself believed it anyway.

After lunch, the family played poker.

too many people.

Simply divided into two gangs, Wujiabao.

A group of men, a group of women, each playing their own way.

Lost sticker note.

As the luckiest Song Juan, when the game was over, her face was clean, while the faces of the four sisters-in-law were all covered with notes.

At Song Laifu's table on the other side, there was a small gamble, the bet was cigarettes.

A handful of cigarettes.

The luckiest one was Song Guoqing, who didn't like to use his brain the least, with more than 40 cigarettes in front of him.

This is more than two packs of cigarettes, so it's worth a few cents.

After playing cards, it's time to get down to business.

The woman prepares to make dumplings, while the man packs up the yellow paper and joss sticks, and visits the ancestor's grave.

Old Song's family moved to Banpo Village halfway, it was Song Juan's grandfather's generation who moved here.

Therefore, Song Laifu had to take his sons to the grave.

As for Song Mingsong and the others, they are not old enough to go to the grave, so they can only stay at home.

The cemetery of Banpo Village is in Beishan, more than three miles away from the place where Song Juan and the others picked jujubes. It is a sunny hillside.

Song Juan went over to take a look, and she was sure that it was a treasured land of geomantic omen.

Backed by mountains and facing water, the view is wide.

People who are buried here, in terms of Feng Shui, will bless their descendants.

Of course, this is just a feng shui statement.

In fact, Song Juan still feels that if a person wants to live a good life, he still has to rely on himself and cannot rely on his ancestors.

After Song Laifu and the others set off, Song Juan and the others also cooperated with each other.

For chopping vegetables, chopping meat, kneading noodles, watching children...

Song Juan didn't start chopping vegetables and meat, her job was to watch the baby, and when the vegetables and meat were cut, she had to be in charge of making the stuffing.

For dumplings to be delicious, the stuffing is the key.

If the stuffing tastes bad, then the dumplings will naturally taste bad.

According to the custom here, when someone's dumplings are about to come out of the pan, they have to start setting off firecrackers.

Many people will fight for this number one.

Picture a good sign.

As for the good omen, Song Juan didn't know anyway.

When Song Laifu and the others came back from the mountain, the sky was still dark, and the afterglow of the sun was still shining on the top of the west mountain.

However, someone in Banpo village set off firecrackers to make dumplings come out of the pot.

And the explosion of the first firecracker was like a signal, and the explosion of firecrackers continued.

Crackling, the taste of the new year rises in the smell of sulfur and gunpowder in the air.

As for the old Song family, this year's firecrackers are destined to be set off later this year.

Still, no one cares.

(End of this chapter)