Chapter 28: Chapter 28(1/2)
Chapter 28 28 Killer Vegetables
The three of them looked at Yuzhi's back with different expressions.
"Hmph, pretending, let's see how long she can keep pretending." Zhao Qiang curled his lips and said. Over the years, he has been really tired of Yuzhi's self-esteem and superiority. She is nothing without Sang Dazhuang.
The thin monkey glared at Zhao Qiang: "You should keep your voice down, Brother Zhuang will hear you, and you will be rewarded. I don't care if she is pretending, anyway, Brother Zhuang is happy, Brother Zhuang likes it, she is my sister-in-law, she loves
Pretend as you please. Don't be too emotional. Just show your sister-in-law's face. It's not Brother Zhuang who's having a hard time doing it. Brother Orange, don't you think so?"
Li Gan raised his glasses and raised his lips with a slight smile: "Well, what you said makes sense."
Zhao Qiang glared at Shouhou angrily: "You asked him what he was doing, and he just said the same thing when he opened his mouth. No matter what you said, he always said the same thing. What's there to ask?"
Shouhou didn't care and snorted: "Anyway, Brother Orange said I'm right, so I'm right."
Zhao Qiang was too lazy to tell him anymore.
Li Gan's eyes flashed under the lens, and it was indeed reasonable. Da Zhuang was very interested in that woman, and they couldn't respect her, otherwise that silly boy Da Zhuang would be in a lot of pain.
Even if she is pretending, it doesn't matter. He will let her pretend for the rest of her life. If she can't pretend for a lifetime, then she should die early. There is nothing complicated in this life. She just wants to be happy and content.
In the kitchen, Sang Bao was helping to light the fire, and Wang Xinfeng was making breakfast.
Sang Dazhuang and Sang Ye are preparing in the backyard.
Yuzhi helped Wang Xinfeng and picked out the steamed cereals.
Killing pigs is a strenuous job, but you have to eat a full meal. Everyone who comes to help has to come to have breakfast, not to have a rich meal, but to fill their stomachs.
Killing a pig is also very technical and particular. A white knife must go in and a red knife comes out, which is auspicious. If you don't kill a pig well, if the knife goes in white and the knife comes out, you will feel bad luck all year round.
This is what rural people believe. When they kill pigs, they will hire professional people. The people they hire are not expected to take good care of them, so helping kill pigs these days is a bad job.
Lao Sang's family doesn't need to hire anyone to kill pigs. Sang Dazhuang is a good hand at this job himself.
Sang Ye is also competent. He has followed Sang Dazhuang to the mountains over the years and killed a lot of wild animals, so he has perfected his skills.
The people invited here are all to help with other chores. Killing a pig is not just a matter of killing.
Moreover, killing pigs is a big deal, and it needs to be done for fun.
Wang Xinfeng also cooked thick rice porridge with small pickles, which was simple but filling.
Not long after, Li Jianshe also came, as well as Mr. Chen, Aunt Niu and her son, and Granny Zhou, all came to help.
Wang Xinfeng invited everyone to sit in the main room and dinner would be served immediately.
Yuzhi was about to pick up the frame containing the grain cereals and send it to the main room, but after trying it several times, the frame didn't move.
Sang Ye happened to see it and rolled his eyes in disgust.
Squeezing away the elm branches, he easily carried the frame and left.
With an elm branch supporting her forehead, she was so weak that she couldn't bear to look at her.
Mulberry Ye came back and brought the porridge basin in. It was a thick pottery basin, which was heavier than the steamed bun frame, so it couldn't count on the elm branches.
Yuzhi had given up struggling and followed with pickles in hand.
There is an Eight Immortals table in the main room. The men sit down, and the women sit on the Kang next to it. Each person holds a bowl and a steamed bun, sips of porridge, and then bites of the steamed bun.
Wang Xinfeng put down the steamed bun frame, took the pickles from Yuzhi's hand, and urged Yuzhi.
"Quickly go and sit by the kang. It's warm. The porridge and steamed buns are ready. Eat more. There's a lot of work today, so you must be full."
"Okay, thank you, Mom. Mom, please eat quickly."
"Don't worry about it, Mom, you eat quickly." Wang Xinfeng placed the elm branches beside the kang in a hurry, then turned to greet the others: "You are all full. Here are the pickles. Eat more with your rice. There is still more in the pot.
, can’t be left behind.”
Everyone responded with a smile, and the whole room was filled with the sound of grunts drinking gruel, which sounded very interesting.
After breakfast, it was not yet six o'clock. In winter, it gets late in the morning, so it was still hazy.
After the men had eaten and drank enough, they all went to the backyard. They set up a pot on the makeshift stove to boil water. After the water was boiled, they went to slaughter the pigs.
A burst of screams startled the entire Gubai brigade. Everyone knew that Lao Sang's family was killing pigs today, and people came one after another to watch the fun.
The pigs were killed, their hair removed, and then hung up and disemboweled.
Wang Xinfeng took the women to clean the dismembered sewer, while the men carried the meat to the door board prepared in the front yard, deboned and divided the meat.
Looking at Bai Shengsheng's big fat meat, everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva. These days, the fatter the meat, the more greedy it is.
An old man asked Sang Dazhuang: "Sang boy, will your meat still be sold like this this year?"
"If you don't want to sell it, I won't sell it except for what you ordered. You can eat it yourself."
Once they heard that it was not for sale, the crowd became anxious.
"Why don't we sell it? How can we finish eating so much?"
"Yes, you are still young and you still have children to raise. You can't squander it like this. If you sell it, you can save more to prepare a dowry for your child's wife. You can't live a lavish life."
"That is, at a young age, you know that having fun is not good."
Everyone said to me that if Sang Dazhuang did not sell meat, it would be a heinous crime.
Sang Dazhuang took a machete as big as a cattail leaf fan and threw it at the door panel. The blade directly penetrated the two-finger-thick solid wood door panel, making a buzzing roar.
The fierce black face was full of impatience: "What, I still have to let you arrange my pork?"
The people who had just clamored that Sang Dazhuang must buy meat suddenly stopped talking, and some people could not bear the urge to urinate.
Wang Xinfeng ran out aggressively with a big spoon and shouted directly at these people's faces: "Go, go, get out of here, everyone is full and has nothing to do. It's my mother's house. What do you want to do with the pigs I raise?"
What's going on? If you say I won't sell, I won't sell. You still want to buy and sell by force? You are bandits, how can you be so capable? I won't accept this, so get out of here."
A group of people were forced back by Wang Xinfeng's big spoon, and were finally shut out with a bang, their faces turned blue with anger.
One by one, they cursed and left reluctantly.
Mrs. Chen looked out worriedly: "They won't hold a grudge against my aunt, right?"
Wang Xinfeng snorted: "What are you afraid of? There are so many people who hate me. Who are they? Don't pay attention to those stupid things. They pick up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl and scold me. They don't know how to organize my family behind my back. It's good.
If they do, they will surround them like flies and spoil them."
Mrs. Chen thought about it. Lao Sang's family had too many lice in Gubai Brigade and were not itchy, so it didn't matter.
A group of people were working and chatting lively.
Yuzhi was preparing the marinade, and Wang Xinfeng was afraid that she would be tired, so she just asked her to talk and let Mulberry do the work, while the mulberry leaves helped light the fire. The two little guys were accused of running around, and Yuzhi was so idle that she got moldy. Just like that, Wang Xinfeng also said
She's tired.
Wang Xinfeng is famous for doting on his daughter-in-law, and everyone is not surprised.
Yuzhi felt that she could still cook a meal by herself, but she would not live up to Wang Xinfeng's kindness.
"Mom, didn't our family receive some gifts from my sister-in-law and aunt's family before? Taking advantage of the good day, how about inviting them all to come over and make it fun?"
Wang Xinfeng agreed without thinking: "Okay, mom will wash her hands and go and say it. By the way, she will pull out two cabbages in the private plot and stew meat later."
"Okay, Ye Zi, let's come too, and by the way, call all your friends to join in the fun."
Sang Ye, who was bored out of his mind while burning the fire, was stunned for a moment, and Sang Biao also paused in his movements.
Sang Ye looked at Yu Zhi with doubts on his face: "My little friend? All of them? Why?"
Wang Xinfeng glared at Sang Ye: "You kid, why don't you know what's good and what's good? Your mother asked you to invite your group of little slugs to eat and you're not happy. This is just to give you face. Are you stupid?"
Sang Ye pursed her lips. She didn't dare to lose face. She saw that it was the Hongmen Banquet and was afraid that she wouldn't be able to eat it.
The elm branches smile, but the Hongmen Banquet is not like that.
It's just that Yuzhi feels that these people are Sangye's connections. When you have them, you should manage them well. Even if the relationship fades in the future or you can't help them, it doesn't matter. It's good to remember and cherish this friendship.
Childhood should be as lively and lively as Mulberry Leaf. Unfortunately, her family, Xiao Pei, is more negative about life than a little old man.
Yuzhi has experienced a lifetime and will never look down on anyone again. Even if he is a slug now, he may not be sure in the future.
Of course, the main purpose is not so utilitarian. It is to thank these children for speaking up that day and to thank them for being willing to play with Mulberry Ye.
"They are all your little friends. They usually help you a lot. The house is busy today. Please come over and play. It's just a lively place. There's no reason why. Don't you usually treat them to candy? This is different?"
Sang Ye snorted, it was different at all, meat and sugar were not the same price.
However, he didn't raise any further questions and followed Wang Xinfeng out.
When Wang Xinfeng went to invite someone who had given him a gift, Sang Ye turned around and ran away. This period of time was extremely frustrating for her.
Because that person at home was sick, she and she were both detained in the house and not allowed to go out. During the weekend, her brother gave her homework, which he wrote from morning till night, almost costing her half her life.
It was rare to go out for a walk, and the mulberry leaves wanted to run away.
Wang Xinfeng laughed and cursed, but did not restrain her.
Sang Ye seems careless, but in fact he is very obedient and sensible, knowing what he should do and what he shouldn't do.
I was familiar with the place and found the place where the boys were playing. I saw a group of slugs sticking out their butts and not knowing what they were doing. Most of their dark waists were exposed and they didn't know how cold they were in the cold wind.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
To be continued...