Yang Ruoqing was listening to her father, father, and uncles chatting in the main room. The content of their chats mainly had two aspects.
1: To sum up the results of this banquet, what is the variety of food and wine, how is the portion, how is the taste, how is the hospitality, how is the reception to the guests? There should be no lack of hospitality to the guests, right?
Two: Arrangements for the upcoming Chinese New Year.
In the past few days, the Yang Huazhong family was busy preparing for the marriage of Xiao An and He Lian'er. In the next few days, everyone started to work on Mianmian's marriage.
Therefore, on the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the main attention of each room in Lao Yang's family was on the two happy events of the third and fifth rooms, and there were very few other arrangements for the New Year.
"Third brother, this year we will make sugar and make tofu together." Yang Huaming said.
Yang Huazhong nodded, "That's necessary."
Yang Huaming asked Yang Ruoqing next to him: "Qing'er, when will the Luo family's fish pond be fished?"
Yang Ruoqing was happy, "Fourth uncle, this year we will only have some fish at home to celebrate the New Year, and we will not drain the water to catch fish."
"Why? In previous years, didn't we drain the water to catch fish and sell them during the twelfth lunar month?" Yang Huaming asked again.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Fourth uncle, you are really forgetful. There was a flood in the summer, and my uncle's fish pond was washed away. The fish in it now are the fry that were put back in later. How big are they now?"
Yang Huaming patted his head: "Oh, did I drink too much? Why did I forget this? Well, then I have to go to the town to sell the New Year fish!"
"Don't buy too much, just buy two or three, pickle them to make dried fish, and buy two fresh crucian carps to go with wine during the New Year's Eve dinner!"
At this point, Yang Huaming raised his head and said to Lao Yangtou at the main seat: "Dad, come to our fourth room for New Year's Eve dinner this year. I'll make a whole plate of crucian carp, and let Mr. Liu braise a pot of pig's trotters in sauce. Let's have a good time together. Have a few drinks.”
Old Yangtou had scolded Yang Huaming a few times before. Seeing that he not only did not hold grudges now, he also invited him to the fourth room to celebrate the New Year.
After all, my heart is my biological son. There is no overnight grudge, it will be fine in a while.
So Old Yangtou also smiled and said: "I am very happy that you have such filial piety, but I am not sure yet where we will have the New Year's Eve dinner. We will see when the time comes!"
"Hey!" Yang Huaming laughed exaggeratedly, "Look, we'll see when the time comes. Are you looking down on the food in our fourth room?"
Old Yang's head bluffed, "Don't talk nonsense, your father and I are such short-sighted people? What's more, what good food does our Old Yang family lack?"
"Hey, dad, I was kidding you!"
"No matter how big or small, this kind of joke is really annoying!" Old Yang said.
Yang Huaming rubbed his head and smiled.
Someone poked his head outside. Yang Huaming's sharp eyes recognized the person immediately and called out her name.
"Big sister, come in and sit down!"
Big girl?
She shouted so affectionately, where did this fourth uncle come from?
Out of curiosity, Yang Ruoqing turned to look at the door of the hall.
Let me go. Isn't this cousin Yang who was looking for her to do something? She was looking around at the door. Yang Ruoqing stood up immediately and said to Yang Huazhong and the others: "My cousin should have come to see me. Dad, you guys are chatting, I'll go first." Greeting my cousin."
Yang Huaming also got up and came to the door of the main room, already chatting with Mr. Yang.
"Sister, you haven't gone home yet?"
"Fourth brother, I'll go back later, say a few words to Qing'er and then leave."
"Ah, why are you in such a hurry? It's almost noon. Just go to Fourth Brother's house for lunch and then go back. At worst, Fourth Brother can take you back!"
"Thank you, fourth brother. Fourth brother is too polite. No need."
"Hi, my brother and sister, why are you so polite?"
Yang Ruoqing had already come over when she spoke. Yang left Yang Huaming and turned to Yang Ruoqing with a smile on her face, "Qing'er, I went to visit your house earlier and your aunt said you were here, so I came here to find you again. ”
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, "Auntie, come with me to my house for tea!"
The two left one after another, leaving Yang Huaming standing alone at the door of the hall, confused.
"I don't know if this mysterious nagging person wants to talk to Qing'er about something secret."
"Fourth brother, there's no need to guess, I must be asking Qing'er to do something." Yang Huazhou said.
Yang Huazhou has seen many people like this asking for help in recent years.
"Doing business? What can her family do that requires her to come to Qing'er? As far as I know, her husband and son are all rough and illiterate!" Yang Huaming said.
"Hey, it's a pity, it's a pity. I remember when she was a girl in her parents' family, she was fair and fair. She liked to follow me and call me Fourth Brother and Fourth Brother. I didn't expect that after she got married, she would be called "Hoo Hoo". This yellow-faced woman looks like..."
"Fourth brother, don't say that, no one is aging, we are all the same!" Yang Huazhong said.
Old Yangtou said: "She is your cousin, and you share the same ancestor. Don't always comment on your cousin's appearance. It's not prudent!"
Yang Huaming grinned, this is the difference between his cousin and his cousin.
If the cousin, tsk tsk, can get married and become a mother-in-law if they are in love with each other, and the marriage can become a good story, but the cousin cannot do that, then she has messed up her bloodline and will be called worse than a beast.
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Yang Ruoqing and Mrs. Yang had just walked out of the fifth-room courtyard when they saw an old man and a young man arguing on the road outside.
Yang Ruoqing recognized the old man as the old Wangtou in the village. He carried a dung fork and dustpan around the end of the village all year round. Wherever he went, all pig manure, chicken manure, and dog feces were swept away.
Sometimes we encounter rare cow dung, and there may be competitors, and we often get into quarrels over these things.
After a fight, Lao Wangtou, who gave birth to three sons and three daughters, became famous in the field of collecting dung in the village. When walking in the village, all the dung in sight belongs to him, and no one is allowed to touch it!
However, at this moment, the old Wangtou actually dragged a young man, and the two quarreled until their faces turned red and their necks thickened.
The young man was very unfamiliar. Yang Ruoqing had never seen him before, but when he saw the dustpan knocked over at their feet and the lumps rolling out of the dustpan... Yang Ruoqing really couldn't figure out how to deal with such a young and well-dressed man. Why would a young man have a conflict with the manure-picking master Lao Wangtou?
However, at this moment, her cousin Yang, who was walking behind her, suddenly exclaimed and rushed over.
"Uncle Wang, Dazhou, what are you doing? Come on, Dazhou, let go, Uncle Wang is the elder."
Yang was born and raised in Changping Village, and she still recognized Lao Wangtou. On weekdays, she went back to her parents' house to chat with her sister-in-law Huang, and she also heard Huang talk about some outstanding people in Changping Village, and Lao Wangtou was one of them. .
"Is it you? Is this kid from your family?"
Obviously, Old Wangtou also recognized Yang. His old hands tightly grasped the collar of the young man named Dazhou in front of him, but he spoke to Yang.
