Everyone went their separate ways, and the backyard was busy again. flood
Outside the courtyard gate behind Lao Yang's house, separated by a small dry ditch, is a large field.
Because the whole lamb was going to be roasted today, Yang Ruoqing had discussed it with Yang Huazhonghe in advance, and asked Uncle Chang Gen and the other bricklayers in the village to build a long row of stones and bricks specifically for roasting the lamb. fire.
The inside is already filled with fruit charcoal, and now they are waiting to knock down the sheep, then use iron hooks to skewer it and bring it over for roasting.
Lao Yangtou walked around outside. There were people everywhere in the front and back rooms, and they were all busy preparing for the fourth-bedroom daughter-in-law to recognize the door today.
Lao Yangtou put his hands behind his back, holding the dry tobacco rod given by Mr. Tan, and hanging on his waist was a cigarette bag filled with shredded tobacco.
After walking around for a while, the old man felt as if he had returned to the old Yang's house. Even the dusty front yard lobby had been cleaned up. The shrine dedicated to his ancestors was lit with red candles as thick as a child's arm. made offerings.
In the main room, there were four tables arranged just like a banquet in the past. Each table had a long bench in the east, west, north and south directions. Each bench could seat three people side by side. flood
However, only two people can sit on the stools in the east and west directions, and three people can sit in the north and south directions, so this is how one table can seat ten people!
After Old Yangtou looked around, he returned to the east room with satisfaction and prepared to drink tea and sit for a while.
As soon as I entered the house, I saw that compared to the noise and people coming and going outside, the east room was peaceful and quiet.
Mrs. Tan was sitting in the moon boat fire barrel by the window, with a sewing basket on her lap and immersed in making shoe soles.
The sole of the shoe is a kind of mille-layer sole. Although it is troublesome to wear, it is really comfortable to wear on the sole of the foot.
What Lao Yang wore on his head and feet was a pair of shoes with thousand-layer soles, but these shoes were not given by Tan, but by Bao Suyun.
What can I say, in the past ten years or so, my clothes and shoes from head to toe have been purchased by my daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law. I have basically never worn these things made for him by the old woman again. flood
As for the reason, I won’t go into details, because even the old man himself doesn’t want to recall it.
But at this moment, when Old Yang looked at the sole plate in Tan's hand, he felt secretly happy in his heart.
"Who is this big shoe sole plate for?" Old Yang came over and asked deliberately.
Mrs. Tan didn't even bother to glance at him, but she uttered unpleasant words: "For an old dog!"
"Forehead……"
Old Yang's head was covered with black lines, and veins were pulsing on his forehead.
"You, you, you will lose your whole life because of your mouth!" said the old man. flood
This time, Mrs. Tan was finally willing to raise her head and look at him, "No problem, my parents gave me this mouth, and I can't say nice things. If you like to hear nice things, go find your Yun Ya." Come back, she will say nice things, and I’m sure you’ll be itching to hear them.”
The black lines on Lao Yangtou's face were like noodles, almost covering his face completely.
"It's an old story, but you still don't mind mentioning it to me!"
Mrs. Tan put down her work, raised her head, and glared at Old Yang: "?, no one would be ashamed of you for doing something like that. What do you think I should be ashamed of?"
Yes, Lao Yangtou was completely defeated. He wished he could raise his hand and slap himself in the mouth.
If I had known this, I would not have teased this old woman. She is really not funny at all, let alone making jokes.
Therefore, the old man had to quickly change the topic to one that interests the old lady, otherwise, this would be endless. flood
What topic should we change?
The old man rolled his eyes, and then he thought of it.
"So, Mei'er is coming over today, right? Have you said hello to her about this?"
The old man really made the right bet.
As soon as Yang Huamei was mentioned, the anger in Tan's eyes immediately disappeared, and his eyes returned to normal.
"There's no need for me to say hello. Yesterday, we all had full-moon wine in the fifth room. The fourth child and Mrs. Liu all said hello to Mei'er."
"Mei'er will definitely come here today, don't worry!" Xun
"Well, as long as you can come over, I asked because it was already after breakfast and I haven't seen her yet." The old man said, walked to the table, sat down, rested for a while, and took a few puffs. cigarette.
As soon as he sat down, Mrs. Tan ordered him: "Don't sit still, take a trip and visit Lao Wang's house!"
"Ah? Are you going now?" The old man was surprised. He just sat down and took a breath!
Tan said: "If you don't want to go now, when will you go? Go and urge Mei'er to come over early, come and chat with me, and tell her that the fire barrel here is warm and I have prepared snacks for Zhuang Zhuang. Come on, tell her to come quickly!"
Old Yangtou: "No hurry, no hurry, wait until I take two puffs of cigarette before going."
"Why are you smoking? That thing chokes people to death. I'll throw the cigarette pole away for you later!"
"No, this is the smoking pole you gave me last time. It's a pity if I dropped it."
"Then are you going? Are you going?"
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away, hey!"
Old Yangtou didn't even have time to pick up the tobacco pole and bag, so he got up and left the east room and went to Old Wang's house to find Yang Huamei.
Mrs. Tan looked at the old man's back as he walked away, snorted proudly, and ordered him from behind: "Close the door, it's windy!"
The door was closed, the noise was blocked out, and the house became quiet again.
Mrs. Tan picked up the shoe sole plate and connected it with the flying needle. After working for a few rounds, Tan suddenly thought of something. She put the shoe sole plate back into the basket, got out of the moon fire bucket and walked towards the table.
She first picked up the dry tobacco pole on the table and looked at it for a few times, then put it back down, and then picked up the cigarette bag next to it and took a look at it. flood
"What a bad old man. His cigarette bag is torn and the tobacco is leaking out. You can't even see it. His eyes are bulging!"
Mrs. Tan muttered, poured the remaining tobacco in the cigarette bag onto the table, and then sat back in the fire barrel with the empty cigarette bag.
The old lady found a piece of clean cloth, made a few marks on the cigarette bag, then cut off a small piece with scissors, and sewed along the inner circle.
After a while, it was finished. The old lady bit her head and bit off the thread, turned the cigarette bag back to the front, stood up and returned to the table, swept the tobacco on the table back into the cigarette bag, and then tied the cigarette bag tightly. Kouzi.
After all this was done, she sat back in the fire barrel with satisfaction, and then put the soles on Lao Yangtou's shoes.
On the way to Lao Wang's house, Old Yangtou met many villagers. Everyone would stop and say hello to the old man. He was polite, and Old Yangtou would also stop and say a few words to them.
Whether it was in the past or now, Lao Yang's family in Changping Village was, to put it bluntly, a well-known family. Even in the past, they were doing well. flood
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