Zhou Tianxing has always been mature and prudent, he talks little, and is actually very careful.
As a younger brother, he helps Cheng Xiang, and as a younger elder, he takes care of Zhou Yang and Zhou Qing.
Zhou Tianxing asked Qing'er to sit on a stool and help her try on shoes.
The little girl was wearing new leather shoes, and her face was red with excitement.
The new shoes fit just right. Qing'er looked up at Xiao Lidou and smiled with her uncle.
Zhou Tianxing turned around and said to the salesperson: "I want it. How much does it cost?"
"10 yuan" the salesperson replied.
Zhou Tianxing took out a handful of change from his pocket and slowly counted it to the salesperson.
Cheng Xiang saw Zhou Tianxing actually paying for it himself, and wanted to stop him, but Zhou Tianlei pulled him back and shook his head at her.
This is his promise to Qing'er and his own responsibility.
Zhou Yang watched his uncle count the money and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, is it enough? I have money too."
Zhou Tianxing smiled at him and handed the counted money to the salesperson: "Count it, it's exactly 10 yuan."
The salesperson counted the money and gave them a receipt.
Zhou Tianxing put away Qing'er's old shoes, picked up his bag, and said softly: "Let's go."
Cheng Xiang was really amazed at how young and old he was at this young age.
Qing'er took Zhou Tianxing's hand and said happily: "Thank you, uncle."
Zhou Yang took the opportunity to teach Qing'er: "You must be filial to my uncle from now on."
Qing'er made an elder brother's face at Zhou Yang, and then said to Tian Xing: "Uncle, when I make money in the future, I will also buy you clothes, and when you are old, I will buy you a walking stick."
"What should you do if you can't make money?" Zhou Yang asked sideways.
Qing'er rolled her eyes at him and said, "Then I will pick up rags and sell them for money."
"What if you can't pick up the rags?"
"Then I'll go beg for food."
"Then what if you can't even get food?"
Qing'er rolled her eyes and stared at him, and said fiercely: "Then I will steal your meal and give it to my uncle, okay?"
Everyone was amused and laughed, and Zhou Yang scratched his head in displeasure.
Everyone walked around, and when they arrived at the men's clothing area, Cheng Xiang took some clothes to compare with Zhou Tianlei's.
Zhou Tianlei said in a deep voice: "You don't need to buy me clothes, just buy them for you and your children."
Cheng Xiang said while choosing, "Wear new clothes for the New Year. My children have to buy them, and you have to buy them too. You have too few clothes. The cabinet is full of my clothes. I'm embarrassed."
Zhou Tianlei chuckled. He wanted to say that he liked the feeling of seeing his wardrobe filled with her clothes.
Cheng Xiang searched for a while and chose a retro-colored leather jacket with fur integrated into it.
There is no down jacket at this time, otherwise one must buy a down jacket, which is light and warm.
Although the woolen coat is very fashionable, after all, Zhou Tianlei walks around the village a lot, so it looks very inappropriate to wear it.
Leather clothing is a fashionable tradition. It has been a popular trend since the Republic of China.
Although the style of this leather jacket is not that fine, the texture is soft and delicate, and the drape is very good. It is almost impossible to buy fakes in this era. I don’t want to think about future generations, artificial leather is everywhere, high imitations are everywhere, even tens of thousands of international brands, You can also buy fakes.
Cheng Xiang took a black one for Zhou Tianlei to try on. Zhou Tianlei was not particular about clothes, but he couldn't bear to spoil Cheng Xiang's interest.
Then I took some clothes and tried them on.
Zhou Tianlei is tall, has broad shoulders and a thin waist, and is a natural dresser.
The moment he came out wearing leather clothes, Cheng Xiang's nymphomaniacal girl's heart almost popped out of her eyes.
Cool, cool, handsome.
Cheng Xiang’s first impression was: “I found a treasure.”
She walked over full of joy and helped him arrange his clothes. Her eyes were full of little stars. Now she felt that her eyes were only for Zhou Tianlei, and the rest were lumps of pigment.
Zhou Tianlei looked at her strange look and asked in a deep voice: "Isn't it good-looking?"
Cheng Xiang pulled Zhou Tianlei's collar with lust in his eyes and asked him to lean towards him. If it wasn't in public, he would have kissed him.
He raised his eyebrows and whispered, "It looks good."
Zhou Tianlei's eyes flashed, and he was so aroused by her appearance that his breathing became disordered.
Cheng wanted to turn around and tell the salesperson, "I want it."
She made up her mind that when she got home, she would let him wear this dress to cook, sweep the floor, chop wood...
Cheng Xiang did not wrong himself and bought himself a thick winter coat, hat and scarf.
I went to the market again and bought some candies like melon seeds and peanut preserves for the Chinese New Year.
During the Chinese New Year, you always have to eat something to whet your appetite.
The family returned home packed with bags, and naturally this scene aroused a lot of chatter among the villagers.
By the 26th or 7th day of the twelfth lunar month, the work on the pig farm and dairy farm was basically finished, and the goods ordered by customers had almost been delivered.
Zhou Tianlei divided a group of people out to kill pigs for the villagers voluntarily.
The life of farmers is very hard, and they rarely eat meat a few times a year. On weekdays, many people will raise a pig at home, cut some pig grass, and feed it some leftover rice.
By the end of the year, the pigs have become fat, and during the Chinese New Year, the pigs are killed so that the family can satisfy their cravings. If they can't finish eating, they can be sold, which can also be considered as a source of income.
Killing a New Year pig is the happiest day in a village, but killing a pig is also a craft job, and not everyone can do it.
Zhou Tianlei's pig farm allocates several people every year to help the villagers kill pigs and divide the meat.
When a family kills a pig, the whole village watches, and the happiest ones are the children.
Before killing the pig, the blood is bled. The generous owner will greet the villagers and those who want the pig's blood can take a basin to collect it themselves.
Pig blood coagulates quickly, and the honeycomb-shaped pig blood can be boiled in boiling water, cut into pieces, and stir-fried. It is delicious and chewy. At this time, it can be considered a good meat dish.
A few strong laborers rounded up the pigs, tied them up, bled them, disemboweled them, and skinned them. The women added firewood and boiled water, chatting and laughing as they worked with extra energy in the heat of the New Year.
When he got excited, the owner threw the pig tails to the onlookers and asked them to burn them and eat them.
The children are jumping for joy. It’s the New Year that makes it lively. It’s beautiful when they are happy.
In the past few days, Zhou Yang has been busy with pregnancy, carrying pig blood everywhere in a basin, regardless of whether the family needs it or not.
He filled all the big and small pots at home.
Others teased him: "Little Yangzi, your father is a pig farmer, why are you here to steal pig blood?"
Zhou Yang raised his neck and shouted: "You have eaten all my cheap pork, why can't I get some blood?"
"Hey, this guy is getting sharper and sharper."
Every Chinese New Year, Zhou Tianlei sells pork to people in the village very cheaply, almost at cost. Thinking that everyone can eat some meat and eat meat all year round, he will even give away one or two kilograms for free to some lonely elderly people.
Moreover, when the owner killed the pig, kept the offal, and half of the pork for his own consumption, and sold the excess, he would choose to sell it to Zhou Tianlei. Zhou Tianlei paid a high price, and he still had time to run around selling.
Everyone usually gossips, but they all appreciate him in their hearts.
Such concentrated pig killing can last for two or three days.
Everyone is an experienced pig butcher with complete tools. Basically, all the pigs in the village can be killed in two or three days.
Generally, if the pig is killed for someone, and it’s time for dinner, the pig-killing meal will be eaten at that person’s house.
On the last night, Zhou Tianlei set up a large pot in his yard, stewed a pot of pork, cabbage and vermicelli, and invited several workers to come to his house for dinner.
After eating, the annual vacation begins.
