"It's time to put up Spring Festival couplets and set off firecrackers..." Maomao and Tongtong ran wildly all over the yard, scaring Gold Coin and Copper Coin to hide away. The two children became more and more naughty, often pulling their tails and being mean to outsiders.
The two hounds are very docile to their own people.
Li Qingyun brought the Spring Festival couplets and firecrackers, while Yang Yunu carried a large piece of wild boar meat and gave it to her mother-in-law to stew. Every household stews meat at noon on New Year's Eve, which is a local custom.
Li Chengwen took the wild boar, washed it, put it into a big pot, and stewed it together. Chen Xiuzhi was busy with her work and shouted to her son outside: "Yaoer, you bought a wild boar at the market yesterday, everyone.
It has been spread around, would you like to send some to your grandpa and sister’s house?”
"Not yet, but it's all cut. I'll go there after I finish pasting the Spring Festival couplets." Li Qingyun replied.
"What time has it been? The pots have started to be cooked now. It will be too late if we don't deliver them. Don't wait. Your father will wait for you later, and you and Yunu will deliver meat to them." Chen Xiuzhi shouted.
If you have good things, you should share them with those close to you. This is a local rule and a habit of the locals. If you don't share, you will always feel awkward.
Yang Yunu was both a local, so she would not feel biased against her mother-in-law, but was happy to give things to other people's homes. After giving the Spring Festival couplets to Li Chengwen, she and Li Qingyun went back to get wild boar meat. Maomao and Tongtong followed, and they had to follow.
go.
I just cut off a hind leg, and the other pieces Li Qingyun cut were also relatively large, weighing more than thirty kilograms each. The pig's head has also been chopped off. I will have to cook the pig's head when I have time.
Afraid that the convenience bag would not be strong, he tied it with a rope. Li Qingyun carried a piece in one hand to prevent his wife from doing anything.
"Which piece is for my mother? Uncle, I have to pick the biggest piece. Why do I feel that this pig's head is bigger?" Maomao asked very tangledly while lying next to the wild boar meat.
"Then you go home with a pig head in your arms. As long as you can hold it, I won't have any objections." Li Qingyun said with a smile.
"When I grow up, I will definitely be able to hold it. Now... Auntie, can you help me?" Maomao shook Yang Yunu's hand, coveting the big pig's head.
Yang Yunu just laughed and said that he couldn't hold him but couldn't help him, so he asked him to beg Li Qingyun.
Tongtong was more sensible than him. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "Maomao is so stupid. You can't eat a pig's head. Look at the many bones and burrs on its head. Where can you chew it?"
"You're stupid. Pig ears are particularly delicious. Since they grow on the pig's head, other parts must also be delicious." Maomao retorted.
Li Qingyun smiled and said: "You little kid, you like to eat pig heads at such a young age. When you grow up, don't grow into a pig head." As he said, he put two pieces of meat on the ground, found a long rope, and pulled the wild boar
The head is coiled into a mesh shape and can be held firmly in the hand.
At this moment, Maomao was finally satisfied, and everyone went on their way. When they arrived at the door of my sister's restaurant, there was indeed a smell of meat, and it seemed that it had been stewed. The Spring Festival couplets on the door of the hotel had been posted long ago, and they were also printed spring couplets: "
The specially prepared delicacies make flying birds smell the fragrance and turn into phoenixes, and the aged wine makes fish swim like dragons.”
"Mom. Pig head, Mom. Big pig head..." Maomao was shouting excitedly before she even entered the door.
"Little bastard, are you feeling itchy again? Who are you calling a pig?" Li Qinghe's angry voice came from the kitchen.
Luo Jiandong also helped to scold: "Maomao, are you naughty again? Your mother will hit you today, and I will never stop you."
"No, I didn't curse. Come out and take a look, you big pig head." Maomao explained anxiously.
"If you keep scolding me, I'll beat you little turtle grandson to death..." Li Qinghe held a small stick angrily and wanted to teach his son a profound lesson.
But when I saw my sister-in-law and my brother covering their mouths and snickering, I immediately understood what was going on. The wild boar head in my brother's hand was indeed very big.
"Haha, Maomao is right. Why do you say he curses?" Li Qingyun pretended not to understand and grinned.
"The little kid can't speak clearly, so you are making fun of him. He's already married, but he's still so immodest." Li Qinghe glared at his younger brother, threw away the stick in his hand, and then said, "I went to the market yesterday.
People have spread the word that our rich man from Lijiazhai bought a wild boar for 10,000 yuan, and is this the wild boar’s head?”
"You only spent 10,000 yuan to create such a big sensation? Haha, in our town, the cost of advertising is too low." Li Qingyun smiled and put the pig's head at the door of the kitchen.
Brother-in-law Luo Jiandong also ran out to see. When his wife's brother brought a large piece of wild boar meat and a whole pig's head, he hurriedly said a few polite words of thanks. Li Qingyun refused to be polite and told them to do whatever they should do. There was still a piece of meat that he wanted.
Give it to grandparents.
As soon as I entered the gate of the medical center, I saw four old people sitting in the yard, basking in the sun and playing mahjong. The young apprentice Qingfeng was busy serving tea and water beside them.
"Hey, how come you guys are willing to waste time playing mahjong today? Didn't a certain senior master often say that every inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time? You've wasted so much gold, and you won't be able to win it back no matter how many games of mahjong.
"Li Qingyun was holding the pork and talking sarcastically like a troublemaker.
"I am happy with it, can you take care of it?" Sun Daqi knew that he was talking about himself, so he immediately responded and refuted.
Li Chunqiu's answer was quite mild: "The meat is all in the stew pot. I'm just idle. I'm going to win some money and give it to the juniors as red envelopes."
"Old man, will you die if you don't brag? You will lose more at this table." Li Qingyun's grandma tried to discredit him and told the truth.
"Ahem, the person who laughs to the end is the real hero. Isn't there an old saying that experts can't win in three games? It's the fourth game now, and it's my turn to win. Look, good cards don't come here.
Did you touch it yourself... If you give me money, touch it yourself, it’s a hidden bar, it’s all the same, no, you’ll make it back in no time.” Li Chunqiu said with a proud smile.
Several people scolded him for his good luck, but his luck changed as soon as his grandson arrived. Amidst the chaos and shouting, Li Chunqiu piled a handful of change in front of him. Since he did not play bloody battles to the end, if one person messed up, he had to start over.
"Yu Nu, don't forget to practice kung fu during the New Year. Only by practicing hard can you master real kung fu. Don't imitate some upstart who has nothing serious to do except eat, drink and have fun. He finally paid 10,000 yuan to kill a wild boar.
I bought it for just one piece, and I went to the market a little late, so I didn't share it, and I just listened to people's comments." Sun Daqi was bound to retaliate, and when he was shuffling the cards, he didn't forget to criticize Li Qingyun.
Li Qingyun pouted: "Old man Sun, don't believe in rumors all day long. You can buy a wild boar for 10,000 yuan, but we only spend 8,800, okay? If you want to eat wild boar, just come to my place. Why are you saying such sarcastic things behind your back?"
No, I know you want to eat wild boar meat, so I will bring you a piece to satisfy your craving."
"Who cares about your wild boar? Take it away, it will make you upset." Sun Daqi was ungrateful and merciless. He made a mistake and waved his hands in anger.
"I didn't give it to you, why should I take it away? If you don't eat it, I'll pay grandma to eat it." Li Qingyun said.
"That's it, Fuwa, don't pay attention to the old man. You go and cut a piece and put it in the pot to cook. The other meat has just been cooked." Granny Fu helped Li Qingyun speak.
Grandma also explained: "Fuwa, leave some pure lean meat and mix it with ordinary pork to make dumplings to make it more chewy."
"Okay..." Li Qingyun was about to work when his cell phone rang. After answering, it was his cousin Li Qinghu who called, saying that his father was back and brought back a lot of Maotai-flavor wine and delivered it to the door of the villa. He knocked on the door.
If no one opened, I called and asked where it was.
Li Qingyun hurriedly gave the meat to his wife and asked her to help several elderly people cut some for the pot. He had to go back to the farm.
Running back to the farm, I saw a middle-aged man standing next to Li Qinghu from a distance. He had a bald head and a red nose. He always smiled when he saw people and never left his cigarette. It was his third uncle Li Chengyi, who had been studying the skills of Maoxiang wine all year round.
I rarely come back. Between the two of them is a large plastic wine barrel, which can hold fifty or sixty kilograms of white wine. The wine is slightly yellow in quality.
"Uncle Third, when did you get home?" Li Qingyun happily ran over, took out a good cigarette, and gave one to him.
"I just got home last night, and the Spring Festival transportation was not good. Fortunately, a familiar friend from my hometown drove me back in a van. He brought a few barrels of local Maotai-flavor wine. My father said that you like to drink now, so I will bring you one.
Taste the barrel. Haha, this wine can be regarded as brewed by me. I wonder if my uncle has been fooling around outside all these years?" Li Chenggong said with a smile.
"Okay, let's go inside and talk." Li Qingyun said, opening the door and inviting them in to talk.
Li Qinghu carried this barrel of wine, which weighed more than fifty kilograms, as if he was playing with it. He easily carried it to the living room and placed it next to the tea machine without the help of others.
The three of them chatted for a while, and also mentioned the issue of the expansion of the winery. Li Chenggong wanted to conduct a test of Maotai-flavor wine in the village to see if good Maotai-flavor wine could be brewed outside Maotai Town.
Seeing that it was almost noon, Li Chenggong and Li Qinghu were about to go home, saying that they would not like to drink and eat out on New Year's Eve. Li Qingyun also knew this rule and did not say too many polite words. He just asked them to wait and went to the basement to get it.
Two jars of old wine for Fifth Grandpa to drink.
Li Qingyun came up with two ten-pound jars, and Li Qinghu hurriedly took them. Li Chenggong was not polite and said with a smile: "I just heard what your fifth master said when I came back, saying that all the good wine at home was sold out, so we can only buy it from
If you ask for some here to satisfy your greed, I won't be polite."
"Why are you so polite? When the new winery is built next year, if I want to drink good wine, I have to ask the Fifth Master and Third Uncle you." Li Qingyun said, sending them out of the farm before returning.
Some people have already set off cannons, and they set off cannons at noon on New Year's Eve, which means it's time to eat. Not only do the family members eat, but they also worship gods and let the gods in the sky come down to eat. It is an inevitable custom to burn incense and paper.
Li Qingyun and Yang Yunu went back to their old house to have dinner with their parents. Tongtong was taken back by her father, which shows that Li Qingmu has some conscience. If he ignores his own daughter, Li Qingyun will kick him out next year. He will never do this.
The man manages the chicken farm for himself.
The reunion of the family is called the Chinese New Year. However, at this moment of joyful gathering, Li Qingyun thought of Michelle again. I wonder how she is doing now. Has she been caught by the Onion Association? (To be completed.)