, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Old Yangtou was suddenly startled, "Tell me, they must have sold the two acres of paddy field we allocated to them, right?"
Tan paused his hands and thought for a moment: "They dare, I have to skin them!"
"Then where do you think their money comes from?" Old Yangtou asked again.
"How did I know?" Mrs. Tan said angrily. She felt annoyed after the family division.
To go to the hut in the backyard, we take a detour and are not even close to Lao San's house.
"I got it!"
Tan said suddenly.
"I heard from my fourth daughter-in-law that Fatty went to town yesterday morning and brought a bunch of thatch and wicker products to sell. I bet you have money in your hands after selling all the items!"
"That's what happened..." Old Yang nodded.
"The third child is really good at making things up!"
Thinking of this, Lao Yangtou felt relieved. As long as the land of the old Yang family is not sold, the rest can be done no matter what they do!
"After washing, go to bed and rest!"
Mrs. Tan wrung out the handkerchief and wiped the water off Lao Yangtou's feet.
Old Yangtou said: "Don't be impatient, go to sleep later."
"Why?"
Lao Yangtou slowly filled the cigarette hole with shredded tobacco again, put it into his mouth and took a nice puff, and said: "When I lay down later, I have to get up and open the door again. It's so troublesome."
"What door do you want to open?" asked Tan, who suddenly realized what he was doing.
"Hmph, even if they eat dragon meat, I don't care about it! Even if it's delivered, I won't open the door!" Tan said angrily.
Old Yangtou chuckled, shook his head, waved his hand, and sent Tan away.
Just when Lao Yangtou and Mrs. Tan were sure that Mr. Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun would bring meat, in the kitchen of the third room behind, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Yang Ruoqing were making dumplings in full swing.
"Mom, you roll the dumpling wrappers so well!"
Yang Ruoqing quickly scooped up a spoonful of dumpling filling and placed it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper. She dipped the tip of a chopstick in some water around the dumpling wrapper.
Then pinch both sides with your fingers, fold them together, then pinch a few folds out of the gap between the closed dumplings, and throw them into the boiling pot next to it.
"In the past, it was popular to eat dumplings during Chinese New Year's Eve. The dumplings for the dozen or two people in Lao Yang's family were all made by me. I've practiced it!"
Sun said with a smile, the movements of his hands not diminishing at all.
Yang Ruoqing nodded, yes, practice brings true knowledge.
"Qing'er, these dumplings are a rare thing. We made a lot of them this time. When the pot is picked up later, why don't you give your grandma a bowl to try?" Ms. Sun asked Yang Ruoqing. Opinion.
After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's good mood seemed to be covered with a layer of dust for no reason.
"Mom, wasn't the lesson from the buns last night enough? Are you going to rush to give a hot face to a cold butt?" She asked Sun without changing her expression.
Sun was stunned for a moment, then became speechless.
Lowering her head and sighing softly, Mrs. Sun said: "Baozi is a bun, and dumplings are dumplings. Buns are not as rare as dumplings. I'm worried that if I don't send some over, people will poke me in the back and say I'm unfilial!"
"Poke in the spine? Who dares?" Yang Ruoqing smiled, "When we left the house to drink the northwest wind, grandma and grandma did so much, who else would poke them in the spine?"
"The road is not fair for others to tread on, but justice lies in the heart of the people." Sun said.
"What the hell is that? Even if everyone in the village knows that my grandma is harsh on our third bedroom, she still doesn't come out to say a fair word for us. It's better for everyone to clean up the snow on their own!" Yang Ruoqing said.
"So, if we don't send dumplings over, no one will say anything to us. Even if they do, it will only be a few words behind our backs. Who dares to do it in front of us?"
If anyone dares to say these words in front of his face, she will definitely slap him with big ears and beat him until his teeth are everywhere!
Mrs. Sun fell silent, but she still felt uneasy when she saw that.
Yang Ruoqing was too lazy to argue with Sun here, so she took Sun to the next room to ask Yang Huazhong for his opinion.
After hearing what the mother and daughter said, Yang Huazhong frowned, and then relaxed again after a while.
"Listen to our daughter, we won't send you dumplings anymore." Yang Huazhong said, "We have separated our families. After the separation, we will become two families. Let's just give something to honor Grandma Qing'er during the holidays!"
"Okay, then we won't give it away this time!" Mrs. Sun also made up her mind.
Soon, the first pot of dumplings was served, and Yang Ruoqing scooped up three bowls.
"Mom, I'm going to deliver dumplings to Aunt Guihua, Aunt Dayun, and Tangyazi!"
"It's getting dark. Mom will go with you!"
"No, it's just a village. I'll go and come back."
Yang Ruoqing put three bowls of dumplings into the bamboo basket. In order to stabilize them, she also stuffed some straw in the gaps between the three bowls.
Then I put a bamboo sieve upside down on top to prevent dust and wind, and then I left the house.
After taking two steps, she suddenly thought of something and stopped again.
"What's wrong, girl?" Mrs. Sun was still cooking the second pot of dumplings there. This second pot of dumplings was what the three of them ate at night.
There are some raw dumplings in the dustpan over there. They won't be ready tonight. They are reserved for Sun's father and two sons to try tomorrow.
"Mom, I want to change a pair of shoes. Can you help me go to my house and get them?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
"Okay, I'll get it right away."
Sun didn't do what he thought, turned around and left the kitchen.
Here, Yang Ruoqing took out a handful of powder from her pocket and sprinkled it into the top bowl of several earthenware bowls placed beside the stove.
Dip some water and spread evenly around it.
The light in the kitchen was dim, and a soybean oil lamp was lit. Even if there was some powder residue that was not dissolved, it was not easy to see.
After doing all this, Sun came back with the shoes.
Yang Ruoqing changed her shoes, greeted Sun and left.
Yang Ruoqing stepped out of the door, and on the back, a figure sneaked to the door of the kitchen here like catching a thief.
The visitor was none other than Mr. Liu who had finished washing the dishes.
Mrs. Liu had just been washing pots and dishes in the kitchen over there when she smelled the aroma wafting over here.
Mrs. Liu was not good at anything else, but her nose was very good. She immediately smelled the smell of dumplings, and her eyes turned green immediately.
No, as soon as she finished packing, she came over in the dark.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing staying in the kitchen, some didn't dare to go there. Fatty was so stubborn that she wouldn't give her, the fourth aunt, face.
Thank God, the fat girl went out with the basket, maybe she was going to deliver dumplings to the Guihua Dayun family!
Mrs. Liu felt extremely unbalanced, so she took this opportunity to quickly touch over and push open the kitchen door.
"Third sister-in-law, why don't you take a break after lighting the lamp? Hey, what are you making delicious food? You're so greedy..."
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Yang Ruoqing was walking on the road in the village, laughing secretly in her heart.
If she guessed correctly, if she walked on the front foot, there would be that greedy cat on the back foot trying to steal some food.
Hehe, go ahead, the bait is all ready so that the cat can't eat it and walk around!
