Xiaonian, also known as Sacrifice to the Stove and Farewell to the Stove, is the day when the Stove Lord ascends to heaven to report on his work.
However, in Zhou Yan's hometown, "Kitchen Lord" and "God says good things and the world brings good luck" seem to be posted together with the couplets, which is a bit out of place.
Generally speaking, in the south, the twelfth lunar month is celebrated on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month. In the north, the twelfth lunar month is mostly celebrated on the 23rd lunar month. Of course, there is also a saying that the ancestors had emperors on the 23rd twelfth lunar month to celebrate the off year.
twenty five".
In the north, no matter what festival is celebrated, dumplings can be used to cope with it.
After so many years of youth, Zhou Yan and his mother have become accustomed to perfunctory matters. They didn’t intend to take it seriously at first, but they were inevitably led by others...
For example, Qin Ruoshu.
On the day of the New Year, the eldest lady got up early to wash up, and then she hung up behind Mrs. Zhou Yan, making Mrs. Zhou Yan a little unable to hold on.
When Father Zhou Yan saw his daughter-in-law's expectant attitude, he couldn't be fooled. He carefully prepared firecrackers and burning paper, and also took out the soybean straw that had been stored for half a year from the warehouse.
At noon, the family made do.
After lunch, Mrs. Zhou Yan took her daughter-in-law-to-be to the greenhouse to cut leeks and pick beans.
After returning home, the eldest lady took Zhou Yan and took the initiative to take on the important task of selecting leeks.
After completing the preparations, Zhou Yan put on an apron and started cooking, while Qin Ruoshu followed Zhou Yan's wife in making dumplings.
Initially, Zhou Yan thought that the eldest lady would not touch Yang Chun Shui with her fingers, but after she got started, not only was she not unfamiliar at all, whether it was rolling out skins or making dumplings, she was no slower than Mrs. Zhou Yan...
"Why do I feel like I've fallen into a trap?"
Qin Ruoshu seemed to have noticed Zhou Yan's concerned gaze, blushed and lowered his head.
"Classmate Xiao Qin, shouldn't you be the one to cook the food tonight?"
Qin Ruoshu just smiled and did not answer.
Mrs. Zhou Yan, on the other hand, glared at her son fiercely: "I asked you to stir-fry, how come there are so many things?"
Zhou Yan felt a little aggrieved after being scolded by his mother for no reason, but he could only endure it and put the oil in the pot...
As a result, my uncle's family arrived before the food was even finished.
"Hey, you started preparing dinner just after four o'clock?"
The carefree Zhou Zhenghe saw Qin Ruoshu making dumplings with Zhou Yan's wife as soon as he entered the house. He was stunned for a while, then a smile appeared on his face and he pushed Zhou Yan gently.
"My eldest nephew, are you going to take your wife home to celebrate the New Year this year?"
In just a few seconds, my aunt and cousin, who were hanging by my uncle and the queen, also entered the room.
Seeing that Mrs. Zhou Yan was busy, the aunt quickly ran to the bathroom to wash her hands, sat down in front of the chopping board, and snatched the rolling pin from Mrs. Zhou Yan's hand: "Sister-in-law, you and Xiao Qin Bao, I'll roll out the dough..."
The uncle and cousin who failed to get a job could only sit aside and drink tea with Zhou Yan's father...
Zhou Yan's eight hard vegetables were fried and the dumplings were made. Then the young master and the young lady were rushed to the table.
After the dishes were all served, the coquettish old man Zhou Yan took out a box of blue and white Fen from behind his back and handed it to his uncle with a smile: "Xiao Qin brought this over for the Chinese New Year, want to try it?"
Don't show off like this!
The uncle smiled helplessly and looked back at Zhou Yan: "Niece, would you like a cup?"
"I drink red..."
Zhou Yan got up and went next door to get the sweet red wine he had just brought back.
Although many people say that dry red wine has a long aftertaste, Zhou Yan just can't taste it. He just feels that dry red wine is astringent and bitter, and not as delicious as sweet wine.
Zhou Yan had just brought back the wine. When he entered the house, he found his father squatting beside the stove and burning paper. Then he recalled that there seemed to be such a scene in offering sacrifices to the stove.
After offering sacrifices to the stove, you can start the fire.
Father Zhou Yan returned to his seat, picked up the opened wine, and poured it for himself and his brother.
"Shitou, please give it to Xiao Qin too..." After saying that, Zhou Yan's father shouted towards the door, "Old Li, here is his aunt, please stop busy and have a drink together..."
The harvest this year was good, so Father Zhou was naturally beaming with joy. After two glasses of wine, he put his arm around Zhou Zhenghe's shoulders with a smile: "Fourth, why did you come back so late during the Chinese New Year this year?"
"The work at the construction site is a bit tight," Zhou Zhenghe smiled helplessly, "Although construction can't be done after winter, there are still some messy things that are bothering me and I can't get away. By the way, third brother, I can borrow those five dollars from you.
One hundred thousand, I can almost pay it back next year."
"You don't need to be in a hurry to pay this back, the family is not short of money..." As he said that, Father Zhou began to calculate the harvest at home, "I sold three crops of pigs this year and made a net profit of less than one million..."
Qin Ruoshu's eyes lit up when she heard her future father-in-law take stock of the year's income. She leaned close to Zhou Yan and said, "Brother, why do I feel that your pig farm has a higher profit rate than our restaurant?"
"Impossible," Zhou Yan smiled and shook his head, "The hotel drinks a lot of wine, and didn't Lao Qin open his own hot pot and barbecue..."
While everyone was eating, the sporadic sound of firecrackers outside the door gradually became a continuous sound...
Mrs. Zhou Yan stood up when she heard the sound of firecrackers: "I almost forgot, the dumplings haven't been cooked yet!"
After saying that, I ordered Zhou Yan's hand again: "Shitou, come here and light the fire..."
"Got the order!"
Zhou Yan stood up, and Miss Qin also stood up and looked at her future mother-in-law with a smile: "I have never seen a wood stove cooking!"
Mrs. Zhou Yan was not only happy but also a little speechless when she saw Qin Ruoshu being so clingy to her son. She took a small bench from the side and handed it to the eldest lady who was watching the battle: "Xiao Qin, sit down and watch!"
Burning a firewood stove is not difficult for rural children like Zhou Yan. After lighting the wheat straw to make a fire, put corn cobs on it, and after it ignites, you can fill it with firewood.
Of course, what really interests Miss Qin is the large wooden bellows. When pushed and pulled, the sound it makes is very rhythmic.
"Brother, let me try it!"
Zhou Yan saw the eldest lady looking very interested and quickly gave up his seat.
The light box is very light, and it can be completed easily for Miss Qin.
Mrs. Zhou Yan, who was naturally watching the excitement, saw that Qin Ruoshu seemed to have gotten some precious toy, and shook her head with a smile...
With the blessing of Miss Qin, the water in the Qiyin cauldron quickly boiled. Mrs. Zhou Yan opened the lid of the pot, took a look, opened the bedroom door, and shouted inside: "Old Zhou, get ready.
The dumplings are here, they can be used as firecrackers!"
Father Zhou Yan found a wall of "Thousand-ring Red Bugs" wrapped in red paper from the next room, grabbed a handful of soybean straw, and went out with the yellow paper under his arm.
After a while, there was a crackling sound outside the door.
Since raising an old sow at home, Zhou Yan's father no longer buys large firecrackers that can be heard during holidays.
The firecrackers are finished and the dumplings in the pot are almost cooked...
"Dumplings are like wine, the more you drink, the better you get!"
After the dumplings were served, Zhou Yan's father and uncle drank more vigorously, and Zhou Yan could only "sponsor" them with red wine.
After eating the dumplings for the New Year, the two families got together and began to tally up the New Year’s goods.
"Vegetables are available at home, so you don't need to buy them. You can just come and pick them in the greenhouse whenever you want to use them!"
After taking stock, Zhou Zhenghe discovered that all he needed to do when he went home for the New Year was to bring back a pair of hands.
"I used to say it was a busy year, but now I am no longer busy. Instead, I feel a little empty..."
Father Zhou, who was already a little drunk, complained: "Pretentious!"
