In rural areas, there are three things to do during the New Year: stocking up on New Year’s goods, stocking up on New Year’s goods, and still stocking up on New Year’s goods.
When Yang Dongxu came home, he had finished the stove sacrifice, and had packed up the pigs and sheep slaughtered at home. In addition, the various bacon and hams sent by his eldest sister's family, let alone the New Year, you would eat them after the Lantern Festival. Can't finish it.
But at the end of the year, Yang's mother always felt that there was still nothing to order at home, so every time she went to the market, she could always bring back some in a big bag or a small bag.
It seems as if every store is stocking up on goods at the end of the year, just like a woman looking at her own wardrobe. The wardrobe is obviously full of all kinds of clothes, but she still feels like she is missing something and has nothing to wear.
Yang Dongxu drank a few more drinks the night before, that is, he only drank so much at home. Usually he was too lazy to drink outside.
The consequence of a few drinks was that when his eyes opened the next day, Wen Chen was arrested by the old man for training and went home to wander off somewhere after breakfast. He, a father, didn't get up until he got up.
Thanks to Mr. Xuan not living in the old house, Wen Chen finally returned to the countryside and had a chance to relax. He did not go to the old house where his parents were, and slept on the street at night to accompany his grandparents.
Otherwise, if he got up at this hour, the old man's look would make him panic.
There must be no breakfast for waking up so late. Zhang Jing and Du Weiwei said they came as tourists to experience the rural festival style, but how could such an open-minded person like Yang Ma let two women open up.
When the two of them stayed at the B&B and had dinner last night, Yang's mother said more than once that Yang Dongxu was not sensible at all and would let his friends spend so much money. It's not like he didn't have a house or a place to live.
So three meals a day must be eaten at Yang's house. Suddenly there are a few more people eating in the morning, which is very lively. When there are more people eating together, the food intake will increase unconsciously.
Therefore, the breakfast in the morning was not left for Yang Dongxu, a lazy guy, so when he got up, he didn't let Aunt Hua bother to make breakfast for himself. He washed up, put on some clothes and went for a walk on the street.
Just living in the market, let alone breakfast, it is impossible to starve yourself even on New Year's Eve.
As soon as I got to the street, I saw Yang's mother walking home with a big goose in her hand, followed by Zhuo Qing'er who was rolling up her sleeves and Zhang Jing who was a little excited. No need to ask, this big goose must be Zhuo Qing'er. Qing'er personally caught him.
Judging from the red faces and sweaty foreheads of several women, they must have been involved.
Native chickens, ducks and geese are not uncommon in rural areas. After all, there are no excrement-spouting beasts now clamoring for farmers to raise chickens, ducks and geese, which is unhygienic and pollutes the environment.
Therefore, every household basically raises some, and they are basically free-range. In addition to not being allowed near the market, it is not because they are afraid that pooping will make the market streets too dirty.
Rather, he was afraid that he would be taken away by some careless person who went to the market. There were houses and ditches in the fields of the village, and he could just stroll around in the old beach. So it's not easy to catch the energetic ones.
The reason why I was carrying a big goose was because Zhang Jing, a woman who was usually very quiet and quiet, had become more shrewd, capable and heroic now that she was an assistant.
At dinner last night, I may have been infected by Yang Dongxu's happy family. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he said he wanted to eat goose stewed in an iron pot.
I am a Suzhou girl who has stayed in Yanjing for many years, but I have never tasted the authentic rural goose stewed in an iron pot. It is very inappropriate.
As for the iron pot stew, it is obviously a Northeastern dish, and has nothing to do with Yang Dongxu, a northern Anhui province.
But as a southern girl, as long as it snows, it is always in the north. As for the goose stewed in iron pots in northern Anhui, is it authentic? Is the goose an authentic domestic goose? Is the iron pan an iron pan?
So this must be arranged.
And judging from the posture of these people, it is estimated that the goose stewed in the iron pot cannot wait tonight, and it will be arranged at noon today.
If Aunt Hua hadn't gotten up early today and had breakfast ready, I guess these guys could have arranged the goose stewed in the iron pot for breakfast.
"Hurry up and eat. After dinner, come over and marinate the goose. The old man said you can cook this dish." Seeing her son, Yang Ma, who was originally very happy, instantly glared at her son.
It's very much like the son who went home to celebrate the New Year and didn't bring his grandson back. This is as disgusting as possible.
"oh!"
There was no food this morning and he would have to work soon. What could Yang Dongxu do? He could only nod in agreement.
It is estimated that several women would also like to experience plucking a goose. Otherwise, instead of simply marinating the goose for lunch, he would probably have to clean up the goose.
Looking at his mother and a few girls, it was like the arrogant mother chicken leaving with a few chicks. Yang Dongxu turned around and saw his own son coming out of a shop carrying a box of crackers.
"Why do you have so many cannons?" Yang Dongxu couldn't help but glared at his son.
This kid got the first score in the grade in the final exam. Zhou Ya, who is in a good mood, has been a little relaxed about her son's discipline recently. This guy was fine in the magic city, but soon he started to let himself go in the countryside this time.
You won't see anyone at all until meal time every day, and even if there are some at meal time, you have to go outside to look for them.
"Help the little grandma catch the geese. Aunt Qing'er just caught the geese and chased them into the south river." Wen Chen said, and several friends around him also stood at attention immediately, indicating that they did not Do something bad.
As he gets older, his brother-in-law's child Jiejie still plays with Wen Chen, but Wen Chen no longer likes his little uncle.
Because this little uncle no longer takes him everywhere, but he and other older children in the same village are always strolling on the street to watch girls, or go out to play billiards and watch girls, which are very boring things.
It's not at all as fun as taking him with a cannon to blow up a dung heap.
"You're just going to catch it with this?" Yang Dongxu stared.
The big goose that Yang's mother was carrying just now was caught from her aunt's house. In the past few years, Yang's mother and Yang's mother often went to Shanghai or Xiangjiang to see their grandsons and granddaughters, staying there for a week and a half. , even the pig farm is busy, so we don’t raise these chickens, ducks and geese at home.
After I went back yesterday, my aunt forgot to catch one in the dark and shine it under the basket. When Zhuo Qing'er and others went to catch geese in the morning, they chased the geese a little far and needed to be chased back to avoid running too far and finding their way home at night.
"This is just for fun. I'm going to chase the geese first." Seeing that something was wrong in his eyes, Wen Chen responded and ran away with his friend, without giving him a chance to speak.
"I'll take care of you when I get back tonight." Looking at his son who disappeared in the blink of an eye, Yang Dongxu felt that the slap was a little itchy.
For the sake of his image as a loving father, he, who already has two sons, did not realize that spanking his child to give him a complete childhood was so inappropriate.
I muttered in my heart that I should fill my stomach first before thinking about beating my son.
"What are you looking at?" Sanyin walked over with a smile.
She was accompanied by her husband Sun Zhi.
Compared with the local people's excitement during the Chinese New Year, with their children having fun everywhere, the situation of the foreign son-in-law is basically not much different between now and in the future.
Although good food and drink are indispensable, I don’t know how to communicate with the locals when speaking foreign language. I feel dazed from time to time, wandering around in front of my house like a stupid son.
