It was around three or four o'clock in the afternoon. After Zhu Pingan returned to the yard, his mother, Mrs. Chen, checked Zhu Pingan several times and came to the conclusion that she was heartbroken.
"I think Erxiao is getting fat." Zhu's father held his luggage and looked at Mrs. Chen's distressed red eyes. He flattened his mouth and said something.
Father Zhu’s original intention was to comfort Mrs. Chen and not feel bad, but he didn’t expect that it had the opposite effect. This sentence made Mrs. Chen angry. Mrs. Chen glared at Father Zhu and said, “It’s not the flesh that fell off your body, so of course you don’t feel bad!
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Zhu's father
"Mom, I didn't suffer at all outside." Zhu Pingan comforted Mrs. Chen. After seeing the fungus and other game meats drying in the yard, he couldn't help but change the subject with a silly smile, "It's better, mom, these are all
Leave it to me to dry."
"You are the only one with sharp eyes." Mrs. Chen smiled brightly.
Almost as soon as everything was settled, the eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan came back with a big piece of meat and a look of constipation on his face.
"Why did you buy so much meat? You can't put it down today." Mrs. Chen couldn't help but scolded her when she saw the boss taking such a large piece of meat.
"Mom, it's not me who wants to buy so much. It's Uncle Zhao who insists on giving so much without taking the money. What did the scholar say? Well, that's Brother Xie. The first piece of meat he ate when he came back was from his family. It was him.
What an honor. I gave him money, but he chased me for half the village and stuffed it into my waist." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan looked helpless.
"How can you give it to someone for free? Go and give it to someone else." After Zhu's father heard about it, he took the meat and took a handful of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhu Pingchuan's hand, asking him to
Go give people money again.
"It's true that Zhao Laosan is talking about my son like a bully." Mother Chen scolded her, but there was inexplicable pride on her face.
The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan went out and came back after a while, carrying two large bones and a waist tied with a straw rope in his hand.
"I spent a lot of effort to leave the money there, but Uncle Zhao insisted on giving these two big bones and this kidney to Brother She to replenish his body. He wouldn't charge me if I didn't accept them. I had no choice but to bring them."
Zhu Pingchuan shook the bones and waist in his hand, his face full of helplessness.
"Then forget it." Zhu's father rubbed his hands.
"It's good to make soup with big bones." Mrs. Chen took the big bones and kidneys from Zhu Pingchuan and went into the kitchen.
Not long after her mother, Mrs. Chen, entered the kitchen, she came out with a knife and went straight to the chicken coop.
Then I heard the old hen clucking.
Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but be startled when he saw the old hen with yellow flowers on a black background in his mother's hand. When he came back last time, his mother even said that this old hen lays one more egg a day than the neighbor's old hen. Why would he want to kill it now?
It’s time to eat.
"Mother, mother, don't kill the chicken. Doesn't this chicken lay a lot of eggs?" Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but ran over to stop his mother Chen. Eggs are quite precious at home, although the conditions are much better now.
Moreover, her mother, Mrs. Chen, has a special affection for the group of hens she feeds. She takes care of the big ones carefully and feeds them with care, including grass seeds, wild vegetables, bran and leaves. Not only do they eat well, but they are also treated well.
Before winter comes, my mother Chen always asks Father Zhu to clean up the chicken coop. I still remember that when killing chickens during the Chinese New Year, my mother Chen was always very entangled every time. She always gathered a group of hens and picked from them.
Go, I can’t let go of this one, and I can’t let go of that one. Finally, I have to make a decision, so I ruthlessly choose an old chicken whose egg production rate has declined.
Therefore, when Zhu Ping'an saw his mother, Mrs. Chen, picking out the old hens that could lay the best eggs, he was very surprised. He couldn't help but speak out to dissuade him.
"Old hens that lay more eggs need to make up for it. There are still a lot of egg-laying chickens at home. Zhu Shouyi, come here." Mother Chen lifted her former egg-laying general into her hand and made two gestures with the knife. She felt that she couldn't remove it, so she
Call Father Zhu over.
"Little chicken, little chicken, don't be weird, you are a dish in the world. Go early this year and come early next year."
Father Zhu did not try to persuade him, so he came over and took the old hen and the knife, rubbed the blade twice on the stone beside the well, then recited the chicken-killing curse passed down by the elders twice, and then stabbed him down with a clean stroke.
Mother Chen hid in the kitchen while Father Zhu was sharpening the knife. She didn't come out until Father Zhu had cleaned the old hen. She happily picked out some dried mushrooms, mountain mushrooms and other things, and returned with the cleaned old hen.
The soup was stewed in the kitchen.
This also corresponds to the saying of a gentleman who is far away from the chef.
The dinner was extremely sumptuous and large. After Chen finished it, under Zhu's father's expectant gaze, he reluctantly asked Zhu Pingan to take a large bowl of chicken and a large piece of cooked meat from the pot.
, sent to the old house.
Zhu Pingan walked to the old house holding a big bowl and smelling the aroma.
Then I saw the smoke rising from the kitchen, and the twilight shone on the earth.
At this time, the villagers were probably preparing dinner, and wisps of cooking smoke floated behind the houses, like rising clouds. According to legend, fires were used to light thousands of houses, and the smoke spreading casually was the most harmonious picture of life in Xiahe Village.
"Auntie, my mother is stewing chicken at home. Let's go eat some meat at home."
On the way to his old house, he ran into his neighbor Aunt Zhao, who was always close to his mother, Chen. Zhu Pingan took the initiative to say hello.
Aunt Zhao saw Zhu Ping'an from afar, but Zhu Ping'an had been out for more than half a year, and the young boy grew up very quickly. Aunt Zhao looked a bit like the second child of the Chen family who was admitted to the scholar's examination, but she was not sure and was getting ready.
When I got closer, I recognized him, but I didn't expect that Zhu Pingan had already taken the initiative to say hello from a distance.
This made Aunt Zhao very happy. Being able to be greeted by a scholar and invited home to eat meat was not something everyone could have. Aunt Zhao felt light and airy all over.
"Master Xiao Zhu is back." Aunt Zhao smiled happily.
Master Xiao Zhu?
When Zhu Pingan heard this title, he almost fell over.
"Mom, don't be like this. I can afford it. If you keep doing this, it will ruin my life. Just call me Xiaozi as usual." Zhu Pingan smiled bitterly.
"How come? Last time everyone in the county called you Mr. Zhu." Aunt Zhao shook her head.
"That's them. Madam, you have watched me grow up since you were a child, so just call me Little Pig." Zhu Pingan smiled brightly.
"You kid, I will call you Ping'an Lang." Aunt Zhao felt even more excited when she heard Zhu Ping'an say this, and she smiled even more happily.
"Alas." Zhu Pingan smiled naively.
"Where is Mr. Ping'an going?" Aunt Zhao asked curiously when she saw Zhu Ping'an carrying a large bowl of meat.
"Mom is stewing chicken at home and asked me to deliver it to the old house. Auntie, go home and eat meat. Mom has asked you many times." Zhu Pingan explained, and then persuaded Aunt Zhao with a naive smile to go home and eat meat.
"Ping'an Lang is filial. Everyone in your family is filial, but your grandfather is partial." Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhao felt a little sorry for Zhu Jia.
"It's all over." Zhu Ping'an smiled naively, "I'll send it to you while it's hot, before it's time for dinner. Auntie must go home."
"Then you send it quickly. Auntie won't go. Everything is done at home. Tell your mother. I will go to your mother to chat with you some other day."
Aunt Zhao declined and waved her hand to Zhu Pingan to send him to his old house quickly. (To be continued)
ps: Today I will focus on these two chapters. I will revise the two chapters that brought out the great master tonight. I hope you can give me more opinions then.