Mid-Autumn Festival has been a very elegant festival since ancient times.
Set up an incense table in the courtyard, place some melons, fruit pastries, moon cakes and snacks on it, three glasses of light wine, two plates of side dishes, gather with your family, raise your glasses to the moon, it's so romantic.
But any elegant atmosphere will always be destroyed by Lao Fang and others. Even if it is as elegant as the Mid-Autumn Festival, it will become unbearably vulgar.
Before it got dark, a huge shed had been set up in the open space in front of Lao Fang's house. Inside the shed, a huge pot was steaming. Lao Fang stood on the stand next to him, waving a huge pot in his hand.
The spatula was stirring vigorously.
What was cooked in the pot was a fresh half-fan of pork that I just bought down the mountain today, as well as some ribs. The meat was so fragrant that you could smell it even from a distance.
Originally, they planned to buy a whole pig, but after asking about the price, Lao Fang and the others totaled it up and decided to buy half a pig together.
We have just got out of poverty and become well-off. We should save as much as possible if we can.
Several naughty children were wandering outside the shed, staring closely at the big pot and swallowing saliva.
In the shed, several men gathered around a table with several freshly fried side dishes on it. They picked up the turbid wine in the bowl and drank it in one gulp. From time to time, extremely generous laughter could be heard.
"Lao Fang, let my mother-in-law watch the meat, come over and drink together!" A strong man put down the wine bowl, glanced at Lao Fang, and said loudly.
"You guys drink first, I'll be right over!" Lao Fang replied, but did not put down the giant shovel in his hand.
A trace of doubt appeared on the man's face, and he said to himself: "What happened to this guy, Lao Fang, today? He usually drinks faster than anyone else, but today he didn't drink even a drop of wine!"
A little further away, Lao Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead and made up his mind that he would not be able to go there tonight even if he died.
Last time, he drank a bowl of wine from my uncle and made him lie down for a whole day before he woke up. After he woke up, his head hurt as if it was going to explode. Thinking of the feeling at that time, even though I was a man of uprightness, I felt in my heart
His face couldn't help but feel a little shaky, and he would not touch alcohol again in a short period of time.
After a while, seeing that the meat in the pot was almost cooked, Lao Fang waved for everyone to come over and filled everyone's bowl with a full bowl of broth. Of course, the meat pieces were also indispensable. He turned around and saw a few people.
The naughty children were wandering outside. They drank from a distance and waved them in. Each naughty child also received a bowl.
Although these children are all direct descendants of the Liu family, the grudges between adults have nothing to do with the children. Lao Fang is still able to tell this clearly.
A few naughty kids got the benefit and didn't bother to say thank you. They picked up the bowl and ran away. The hot broth made them inhale. They stretched out their dirty paws to take out a boiled stick from the bowl.
After tearing off the crispy bones and eating the shredded meat, even the bones were chewed up and swallowed.
These days, life is difficult for everyone, even those directly related to the Liu family, who can't eat meat if they want.
In today's village, only the Li Yi family, Lao Fang and others can live such a comfortable life.
The candied haws business has long since stabilized, and there is a lot of income every day. Although Lao Fang and the others usually don't eat so extravagantly, it would be unreasonable if they don't treat themselves during the holidays.
Liuye Village is neither too small nor too big. With an open shed and such a big pot for cooking meat, the smell can almost permeate the entire village.
Some people stood at the door of their homes, looking at this side with envy, smelling the aroma of meat, and their throats moved involuntarily...
Among these people, there are many direct relatives of the Liu family.
"Tell me, should we apologize to Ruyi and the others?" Seeing the bustle there, which was as lively as the Chinese New Year, a middle-aged man turned to look at the other man next to him and said hesitantly.
"What are you apologizing for?" the man asked, stunned.
"We used to go too far with them." The middle-aged man said with a complex expression.
"They are all uncles and uncles. You can pull off this face, but I can't pull it off!" The man's expression changed and he said immediately.
"Face is nothing, look at the people named Fang now, they have meat to eat, wine to drink, and their life is much better than us!" The middle-aged man's face was full of envy, and he continued: "I
I’ve made some inquiries around the corner, and found out that their candied haws-along business brings in a lot of money every day, and that’s a lot of money. If we can also sell the candied haws-gluts..."
In the past few days, the most uncomfortable thing for the people of the Liu clan is to discover that those people they had never had to look at before were living a better life than they were, and they could drink from a big bowl.
They ate a lot of meat, but they couldn't even drink the soup.
As for comparing with Liu Ruyi and others, these people have never thought about it.
I heard from Mrs. Wu that every time Ruyi's uncle came back, he would bring hundreds of taels of silver with him. One silver ingot was as big as a fist...
"It's not like you don't know that the secret recipe for candied haws on a stick is in their hands, and now in the city, those people only recognize them for the candied haws on a stick business, and we can't get involved at all, unless they agree..."
"If Ruyi agrees, the matter will be feasible..."
"I ask you to beg her, but I won't go!"
After the man said these words, he walked away. The middle-aged man stood there, sighed, and just murmured: "I really can't save this face, so why not talk to my second uncle first? What my second uncle said, if
Yi should be listening..."
After being in a daze for a long time, I was about to turn around and go home when I suddenly saw the man coming out of the house with something in his arms and walking hurriedly forward.
"Where are you going?" the middle-aged man asked casually.
"It has not been easy for the two sisters Ruyi all these years. There are still a dozen eggs left at home. I will give them to them to replenish their health..."
A man's voice came from the dark night, and the figure gradually walked away, leaving the middle-aged man standing there with a stunned expression, alone and messy in the night wind.
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In the small courtyard, Li Yi was explaining to sisters Xiaohuan and Liu Ruyi that there is no Chang'e, no osmanthus tree, no Wu Gang, and of course no Jade Rabbit on the moon... The small courtyard where they are located is hundreds of thousands of miles away from the moon...
...The moon itself does not emit light, so the moonlight they see now is actually ------sunlight?
The little maid never doubted Li Yi's words. After hearing this, she was obviously a little sad that there were no Chang'e and Jade Rabbit on the moon.
Liu Ruyi has never believed that there is a Chang'e Jade Rabbit on the moon. That is something only little girls believe. However, she is skeptical about Li Yi's statement that the moon does not shine and what they see now is actually sunlight.
It's not that I don't believe it at all. Although this thing sounds a bit weird, compared with this, Liu Ruyi feels that two rocks of different sizes falling from the same height will actually land at the same time. In this case, it is even more weird.
Everything can happen, what else is impossible?
As for Liu Ruyi, she just listened quietly. Although she was also confused in her heart, she did not ask questions and waited patiently for Li Yi's explanation.
Li Yizheng was about to explain to them the principle of how the moon reflects sunlight, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Just now, I gave you eggs and mooncakes, what are you giving me this time?"
A look of doubt appeared on his face, and he was greatly surprised. Does this world have a tradition of sending warmth during the Mid-Autumn Festival?
