Seventy: The vicious female supporting actress struggles daily

Chapter 39
During the lunch break, Jiang Yu had a dream. In the dream, she was designed by Su Yinyin, and she followed the original Jiang Yu's path. She trembled and opened her eyes in fright.

Pressing the palm of his head, he found a thin layer of sweat oozing from his forehead, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

That's right, Su Yinyin will come here in a month's time. I really look forward to it. This commune, which is like stagnant water, is probably going to be lively.

In the era without TVs, computers and mobile phones, life is still the same, which is too boring.

The sound of "da da da" in the kitchen was fine and compact. She put on her coat and came to the kitchen, where Jiang Yan was cutting meat.

The cabbage, green onion, ginger and garlic next to it have been cut and placed in the porcelain basin, and the meat scraps on the cutting board are similarly cut. Seeing her sister come down, Jiang Yan put the meat scraps in the basin.

"Start making dumplings?"

In Hexi Commune, the New Year’s Eve dinner is naturally eaten in the middle of the night. Tonight is just a casual affair. Those who have a man in the family will keep vigil.

As for the people with other surnames in the village, they also follow the Romans and live in the Hexi Commune, which is the same every year.

Therefore, there is no rush to eat this dumpling, but I still have to make it in advance, otherwise I will have to work hard after dinner.

Many families will take advantage of the time after dinner to catch up on sleep, wait for the dumplings for the New Year's Eve dinner, and then go out with their brothers and sisters to pay New Year's greetings after eating the dumplings. This year is the same at their family.

The Jiang family had an ancestral ancestral hall in the village many years ago, but it was overturned later. It was said that several elders of the Jiang family were so angry that they almost didn't go there, but there was nothing they could do.

Among them, the descendants of the Jiang family participated in it.

Now the situation has not eased much, so the vigil does not go to the ancestral hall, but at his own home.

"Sister, roll out the dumpling wrappers, and I'll make them!" Jiang Yan moved the panel to the kang, and then took the seasonings to prepare the dumpling fillings.

The dumplings made by Jiang Yu have always been small and exquisite, while Jiang Yan's is three heads taller. After seeing Jiang Yu's dumpling-making techniques, Jiang Yan became a professional dumpling wrapper at home.

"Actually, I think it's easier to make bigger dumplings." Jiang Yan thought, she made one dumpling, and the younger sister had to make three. It looks good, but it's troublesome.

"For Chinese New Year, we should pay attention to both delicious food and beautiful appearance. It's fun to eat a dumpling, isn't it?" She said here, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and suddenly said: "Don't worry, big sister, I'll go Knead a piece of dough."

"These noodles are enough." Jiang Yan was puzzled.

Jiang Yu: "Forget it, let's talk about it when the eldest sister is on her birthday."

Jiang Yan's birthday is March [-]th, which happens to be Women's Day, so it's a good day.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Yan was curious.

"I was thinking of kneading the noodles with spinach juice. This kind of dough is green. Wouldn't it be nice to make dumplings?"

Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "You really are, it doesn't matter if you think about it, it's okay, I'll wrap it up when I give it away."

"Yes, yes, and this." Later, the family needs to welcome the New Year. It is said to be a New Year's Eve, but in fact it is to go to the village entrance to set off firecrackers to welcome the ancestors of the Jiang family home to celebrate the New Year together. Send off in the afternoon.

This comes from memory, at least she lived to be thirty or so in her previous life, so she didn't have this kind of folk custom.

The boys in the family go to welcome the new year. After all, boys are passed on from generation to generation, and they are also the inheritance of the family. If girls go, in the eyes of the elders in the family, it will be unlucky, and the ancestors will not go home with you.

In short, this Spring Festival, Jiang Yu listened to countless folk customs, each of which opened her eyes.

In her opinion, this is not a feudal superstition, but a kind of sacrifice and remembrance, which is not a bad thing.

After all, everyone knows in their hearts that death is like a lamp going out!

Seeing that she was no longer entangled, Jiang Yan felt amused in her heart, she liked her very much as a younger sister.

Even though she was mischievous and naughty in the eyes of the villagers in the past, Jiang Yan still hurts her heart. Now that she has become so sensible, she feels relieved and a little bit lost at the same time.

Without the blessing of her parents, she was forced to grow up.

"Where did Xiao Chuan go?" After getting up, he didn't see the kid.

"I went to play with Jiang Fei, and I will be back in a while. The third brother will come and lead him to welcome the new year."

At about 04:30, Jiang Chuan came back from the outside, probably because he was having a lot of fun, and he kept panting when he entered the door.

"Sister, where are the firecrackers?"

"It's on the Kang in your room."

He ran to his room, grabbed the string of firecrackers and ran out, "I'm going to my fourth uncle's house, and I'll be back soon."

Before the sisters could speak, the kid ran out of the house.

In previous years, Jiang Chuan would follow Jiang Han to welcome the New Year, so he naturally knew the place, but the two of them were worried that this kid would go outside to set off firecrackers by himself, and it was only reassured that an adult would watch him.

When he came to Jiang Changhai's house, Jiang Guoguang was already standing at the door of the house chatting with Xiuxiu.

"Third Brother, shall we go?" Jiang Chuan looked up at Jiang Guoguang.

"Where's your sister?" Jiang Xiuxiu asked.

"You're making dumplings at home, sister Xiuxiu, don't you help fourth aunt with her work? Why are you so lazy?"

"Hey, you brat, dare to scold me and see if I don't beat you."

Jiang Chuan nimbly hid behind Jiang Guoguang, and followed to the entrance of the village while dodging.

The time for each family to welcome the new year is not fixed, usually after three o'clock in the afternoon, and of course the location is also not fixed.

Many people in the village welcome the new year at the tombs at the foot of the mountain far away from the commune, but of course it is not necessary.

Jiang Guoguang lit two hanging firecrackers with a match, and pulled Jiang Chuan back a few steps. After the firecrackers were set off, he took out two stacks of burning paper and lit them on the side of the road. This year was considered to be back.

After entering the village, Jiang Chuan and Jiang Guoguang greeted each other and trotted back home.

After spending so long outside with his good friends in the afternoon, his stomach was already growling with hunger, so he had to go back to eat early.

The time entered five o'clock, the sky darkened, and the sound of firecrackers was heard in the village one after another.

When they heard the sound of firecrackers, they knew that every family had started to eat. There was still some noodles left for them, but the dinner was ready, and it was prepared by Jiang Chuan.

There was too much food at noon, and the three of them couldn't finish it at all, or it would be considered good if they could finish it during the three days of the New Year. Fortunately, the weather was cold, so there was no need to worry about it breaking in the kitchen after eating.

After making the dumplings, Jiang Yu came to the kitchen, and saw Jiang Chuan sitting on the saddle at the door of the kitchen, propping his chin up and looking at the rustling snow outside.

"What's wrong?" She squatted down and asked softly.

Jiang Chuan turned to look at her, his eyes were slightly red, "Second sister, I miss my parents."

　Another year has passed, and I was haunted by my aunt this year, so I was really anxious.

　　Fortunately, this year's Spring Festival is very warm, not as cold as in previous years. It is said that many years ago in our hometown, the Chinese New Year was accompanied by snowfall, but now it has not had a few snowfalls for several years. I miss it.

　　The taste of the year is getting weaker and weaker. Apart from being one year older, the scumbag author has no other feelings.

　　But I hope that the little fairies who read the article will become more soft and cute every year.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)