In the age of crossing books, the female supporting role of salted fish won

"Go home, go home!"

With a bunch of candied haws in hand, Song Juan took the lead and led a group of nephews to rush forward in a swarm.

As for the people walking behind, they were in pairs.

Song Juan occasionally looked back and felt a full amount of dog food being stuffed into her mouth.

In this big family, I am the only single person.

Fortunately, people at this time didn't have the term "single dog". Otherwise, Song Juan felt that she didn't need to eat anything this year and could just eat dog food.

On the way back to the village, you can still see some people from the village walking towards the commune.

These are all extremely strong psychological qualities.

Well, the possibility of oversleeping in some cases cannot be ruled out.

After all, although there is a big market on New Year's Eve and the supply and marketing cooperatives have sufficient supplies, there are still so many people who can't bear to buy them, and they may run out of money.

The old Song family bought a lot of things.

Although the people in the village are envious, they are not very jealous.

After all, the old Song family is prosperous and has four sons, all of whom are promising.Well, except for Song Laosi, who was a little bit worse, the other three brothers all ate from the food supply.

Furthermore, Song Weiguo, the boss, has not been back for several years, but he is back this year. How can he have a good New Year?

Back in the village, although it was just past midnight, the family was still busy.

You have to start preparing lunch early, after all, twenty people need to eat.

According to the custom here, you have to eat chicken at noon.

Although there were pheasants at home, Li Guilan still clicked the two big roosters that had been raised at home for a year with a wave of her hand.

This is prepared for the New Year’s Eve lunch. If you don’t eat it now, when will you wait?

Kill the chicken, boil water, and remove the feathers.

"We don't have much cabbage at home. Head, you go to the vegetable garden and dig some cabbage out. Dig more. We have to make dumplings tonight!"

"okay!"

After being greeted by Li Guilan, Song Laifu called Song Guoqing and Song Weiguo to follow him.

Even with his son here, Song Laifu would be lazy when it came to work.

The snow in the vegetable garden is thick, but the vegetable cellar used to store cabbage and radishes has long been cleared of snow.Otherwise, the heavy snow will melt and the snow water will seep into the vegetable cellar, and the cabbage and radishes stored in it will be frozen.

Song Weiguo and Song Guoqing worked together and quickly dug out the vegetable cellar and took out cabbages one by one and radishes one by one.

New Year's Eve dumplings, stuffed with cabbage and pork.

But this radish, just eat it raw, it’s appetizing and refreshing.

Soon, the three of them got enough cabbage and radishes.

Then, refill the vegetable cellar and bury it with soil to prevent the vegetables in the vegetable cellar from freezing.

Song Juan now transformed into a professional chef, imparting cooking experience to her four sisters-in-law.

Although Ma Xiaoling and the others took longer to cook than Song Juan, their cooking skills were completely incomparable.

In line with the principle of those who know first, the four of them humbly asked Song Juan for advice on cooking experience.

Song Juan naturally told everything she knew.

At the same time, Li Guilan was also studying silently beside him.

There are two dishes for lunch, one is fish stew and the other is chicken stew with cabbage and vermicelli. They are both stewed in a large pot and the portions are very generous.

As the fragrance spread, the neighbors of Lao Song's family sighed.

The life of the old Song family is as good as that of the landlords in the past.

"My dear, tell me, how come this little girl from the Song family is so good at cooking?"

It's also chicken and cabbage vermicelli. Why does Lao Song's version taste so good, but theirs doesn't have the same taste?

"How do I know that?"

The middle-aged woman who was being questioned glanced sideways at her man, and then asked, "What's wrong? Do you think my cooking is not delicious?"

"Uh, no, where can I?"

The man replied wisely.

It's the Chinese New Year, so we don't want to quarrel.

Naturally, Song Juan didn't know that her cooking show almost caused a family civil war among the neighbors in front of her. She was explaining the cooking tips to her sisters-in-law in detail.

To put it bluntly, it’s all about controlling the heat and seasonings.

Of course, stir-frying is also important.

This, however, requires actual practice, where practice makes perfect.

Song Juan just mentioned it briefly and didn't say much. After all, she didn't have much time to cook.To say that practice makes perfect would be a bit much.

Therefore, Song Juan attributed this to talent.

This person, there are always some things he is good at and some things he is not good at.

Song Juan has shaped herself to be good at cooking.

Whether others believe it or not, she herself believed it anyway.

After lunch, the family played poker.

too many people.

Simply divided into two gangs, five families to protect.

There are men in a group and women in a group, each playing his own way.

Lost sticker.

Song Juan, who was the luckiest, had a clean face when the card game was over, while the faces of the four sisters-in-law were covered with notes.

On the other side, Song Laifu's table was filled with small bets on cigarettes.

A handful of cigarettes.

The luckiest one was Song Guoqing, who was the least likely to use his brain. He had more than 40 cigarettes in front of him.

This is more than two boxes of cigarettes, so it is worth a few cents.

After playing cards, it’s time to get down to business.

The woman prepares to make dumplings, while the man collects yellow paper and incense candles to visit the graves of his ancestors.

The old Song family moved to Banpo Village halfway, and it was Song Juan's grandfather's generation who moved here.

Therefore, Song Laifu had to take his sons to visit the grave.

As for juniors like Song Mingsong, they are not old enough to go to the grave, so they can only stay at home.

The cemetery in Banpo Village is located in Beishan, more than three miles away from where Song Juan and the others picked jujubes. It is a sunny hillside.

Song Juan went over and took a look, confirming that it was a geomantic treasure.

With mountains at its back and water on its side, the view is wide.

From a Feng Shui perspective, people buried here will bless their descendants.

Of course, this is just a Feng Shui saying.

In fact, Song Juan still feels that if people want to live a good life, they still have to rely on themselves and cannot count on their ancestors.

After Song Laifu and the others set out, Song Juan and the others also divided the work and cooperated.

Those who chop vegetables, mince meat, make dough, watch the little ones...

Song Juan didn't start cutting vegetables and meat. Her job was to look after the baby and wait for the vegetables and meat to be cut. She had to be responsible for adjusting the stuffing.

For dumplings to be delicious, filling is the key.

If the stuffing doesn't taste good, then the dumplings will naturally taste bad.

According to the custom here, when someone's dumplings are about to be cooked, they have to start setting off firecrackers.

Many people will compete for this first place.

Picture a good sign.

As for what the good sign was, Song Juan didn't know anyway.

When Song Laifu and the others came back from the mountains, the sky was not yet dark, and the afterglow of the sun was still shining on the top of the Western Mountain.

However, someone in Banpo Village lit the firecrackers that made the dumplings come out of the pot.

And the explosion of the first firecracker was like a signal, and more firecrackers continued to explode.

Crackling, the smell of the New Year rises in the smell of sulfur and gunpowder smoke that fills the air.

As for the Old Song family, it is destined to be a little late this year before they can set off the firecrackers.

Still, no one cares.