Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

The whole family sat around the table.

Grandma sits upright, followed by grandma, uncle, aunt, and aunt, and Wan Feng sits at the bottom.

Men drink, women and drinks.

The drink is the kvass bought by Wan Feng, and there are other things to buy, kvass is quite upscale.

Grandpa and uncle drank baijiu, and Wan Feng drank beer instead of baijiu.

Years ago he bought a case of beer for the Chinese New Year.

Grandpa's speech at the wine is nothing more than a cliché after our family did a good job last year and will continue to work hard next year.

After finishing the two sentences before and after, I started to move my chopsticks.

Wan Feng began to introduce the tricks of mutton-boiled mutton. What kind of mutton should be shabu-boiled according to the conditions. It should not be too old and tasteless, and some bacteria on too tender mutton have not been killed and are not easy to eat.

Zhu Ping doesn't care about these things, let's talk about eating raw or cooked.

Chapter 449 The New Year's Eve

As long as I can remember, this is the best meal my grandma's family has had so far, and they are very satisfied.

Those who have new clothes after lunch should change into new clothes.

Wan Feng's new clothes were made by Luan Feng himself, a black and green variegated jacket with a green ski jacket.

Apart from red, this woman probably likes green. This is not a good hobby, and she must correct it in the future.

Black pants, black cotton shoes, and a blue hat.

This outfit is kind of weird.

After changing his clothes, Wan Feng put the one hundred coils of whips on the kang, and took out the glued red envelopes, each with a coil in it.

These red envelopes can just hold a plate of small whips, and these small whips are of course prepared for the children in Wahou.

Wan Feng packed eighty small whips in total, and the rest of the red envelopes were of course reserved for money.

After loading the small whip, he took out a handful of new money with serial numbers of various denominations and put them in each red envelope.

The grandpa and grandma each packed a red envelope of 16 yuan and 666 yuan and [-] cents, which means [-], which means to be smooth.

At their age, as long as everything goes well, getting rich basically doesn't matter to them.

The uncle, aunt, and aunt each gave a red envelope of eight yuan and eighty-eight cents, and they took it out of charity.

Wan Feng sent out one as soon as he finished putting it on. My uncle, aunt and aunt saw that Wan Feng had sent such a big red envelope, and they were so happy that the wrinkles on their foreheads opened, and the pimples on their faces radiated a bright light.

Naturally, the red envelope for Luan Feng's parents was 16 yuan and 88 cents. The red envelope for Luan Feng was the biggest, [-] yuan and [-] anise.

Don't be jealous of others, Luan Feng is his daughter-in-law, of course he has to give more.

Wan Feng also wrapped two red envelopes of six yuan and six cents.

For dinner, dumplings were made. After the dumplings were made, grandpa and uncle went to the crossroads to greet the New Year with a lantern made of canned food.

This also has nothing to do with Wan Feng, he is an ancestor whose grandson is not qualified to invite others.

Grandpa and uncle went to the intersection and burned a few pieces of paper, burned incense all the way, set off some firecrackers, chanted a few clichés about the ancestors and ancestors returning home to celebrate the New Year, and then picked up a blue stone and put it on the altar, marking the completion of the New Year ceremony.

Please eat dumplings after the year.

It will be dark after the dumplings are eaten, and the rest of the time is to wait until eleven o'clock to turn purple.

Don't even think about the Spring Festival Gala, there isn't even a TV yet.

Wan Feng's goal is to buy a TV set for his grandma this year. If there is no accident, there will be black and white TV sets appearing in the store this autumn. Of course, tickets are required.

But this is not a problem, as long as it dares to appear, Wan Feng will definitely move one back, isn't it only 520 yuan.

Usually, on New Year's Eve, almost all the young people in Dongtou would gather at the home of Luanfeng's grandfather, Lao Litou, and it was the same this year.

The upper and lower floors of the kang are full of young people aged seventeen or eighteen. They tell stories, sing songs, joke and chat, and before they know it, it's around ten o'clock in the evening.

People are starting to go home and get ready to turn purple.

"Come to my house to watch the New Year's Eve after handing out the purple." Luan Feng extended an invitation to the people in the house, of course the main one was Wan Feng.

Wan Feng said hello, took out two red envelopes and gave them to Luan Feng's grandmother and grandfather.

Here are the two red packets of six yuan and six cents.

When Wan Feng just took out the red envelope, the people in the room didn't know what it was, they had never seen a red envelope before.

Luan Feng quickly snatched it with her hand, and opened it to see that there were brand new coins inside.

Then I started counting, five yuan, one yuan, five cents, one piece each, and one five cents and one cent each.

"This is lucky money for grandma and grandpa. What are you grabbing?"

Luan Feng smiled and handed the red envelope to grandma, then stretched out a hand to Wan Feng without shame: "What about mine? You should give me one too."

"Not yours."

Wan Feng wanted to get off the kang, but Luan Feng grabbed his clothes: "No, you are not allowed to leave without mine."

"I'll give it to you after the purple is distributed."

Only then did Luan Feng let go of her hand.

When we got home, my uncle came back too. Grandma and my aunt were cooking big dumplings, while Wan Feng and my uncle started packing up the firecrackers to be set off.

The firecrackers were being coaxed on the kang in my aunt's house, for fear that they would not be sounded by the damp.

Around 10:30, firecrackers sounded one after another in the nearby villages, and some impatient people's homes had already started to turn purple.

A dozen or so children from Dongtou gathered in front of grandma's house, each holding a lantern made of a canned bottle, illuminating the street brightly.

They all knew that Zhuping's family had a lot of firecrackers this year, and they all waited to see the excitement and listen to it, and then they were ready to pick up the squibs.

Wan Feng and Zhu Ping raised the firecrackers, and the four-meter-high whip sticks were very suitable for hanging the four-meter-long middle whip.

Er Tijiao sprayed flowers and others were picked up by Wan Feng, just waiting for the sound of purple whips.

At eleven o'clock, the dumplings cooked by grandma began to come out of the pan.

Here Zhu Ping lit the fuse of the firecracker with a stick of incense.