The happy little days of the Ye family

After calculating this year's income, Ye Qingqing closed the account book with a bright smile.

"Not bad, this year's income is much more than last year."

This year has passed, and the little guy Chenchen, the Ye family, and the Tang family are all thriving again, and Ye Qingqing is very happy.

At this time, the voice of Ye Xilin who wanted to be beaten came again from outside:

"Sister, sister, why haven't you come over yet? Mom is about to start killing chickens. Do you want to be lazy?"

"It will be over soon, why bother?"

"Hurry up, you've been dawdling all day."

Ye Qingqing raised his eyebrows, ready to go back and beat someone up.

This brat, if he doesn't fight for two days, he will have to go to the house to have the roof tiles uncovered.

Ye Xilin stood on the edge of the courtyard wall with his hands on his hips, shouting loudly, complaining that Mrs. Ye's head hurt.

Old Mrs. Ye held a little hen that was still flapping in her hand. She turned around and complained to Mother Ye with a look of disgust:

"They're already married, and they're still making noises like a child."

"That's right. He's not stable at all. He talks mean-spiritedly all day long, so I don't mind it."

Ye Xilin's momentum immediately weakened, and he looked at the two of them with an aggrieved look.

"If I am such a good son, grandson, and son-in-law, and you say I am worthless, won't your conscience hurt?"

Mrs. Ye rolled her eyes at him, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, good son, good grandson, good son-in-law, you have the nerve to say it."

"You must be following your father with your shamelessness."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha#"

Li Guoer on the side was holding a fat duck in his hand, laughing so hard that the duck almost flew away.

Ye Xilin looked at these three people and couldn't beat them. He couldn't scold them, so he had to walk away dejectedly.

Ye Qingqing hugged Chenchen who was still sleeping, called Tang Xiaojing, and the family of three came to Ye's house.

As for Tangshan, he was still driving bullock carts to attract customers in the town, holding on to the last day of the year.

Tangshan himself said that he never misses any opportunity to make money.

Naturally, it's not easy to go empty-handed when eating at home, so Tang Xiaojing specially brought a pot of nourishing medicinal wine.

This medicinal wine is the ginseng nourishing medicinal wine that he sold to Wang's Pharmacy before. It has the effect of strengthening the body and can be drunk by men, women, old and young.

When he was making medicinal wine, he deliberately made a little more, intending to keep it for his family to drink.

As soon as the three of them entered the door, they saw the two brothers chopping firewood, and they were bickering while chopping firewood.

Tang Xiaojing walked in with medicinal wine, and Ye Xilin immediately smelled the strong smell of medicinal materials and wine.

"Is this medicinal wine? It smells like medicinal herbs."

Tang Xiaojing shook the medicinal wine in his hand and said with a smile:

"You have a really good nose. This is a nourishing ginseng medicinal wine."

Ye Xilin's nose has been very sensitive since he was a child. He can smell and dig out any delicious food no matter where it is hidden in the house.

Therefore, Ye Xilin was never short of food when he was young, but he was also beaten frequently.

Every once in a while, Mrs. Ye chased her all over the yard with a fire stick.

When Ye Donglin saw Chenchen, he immediately put down the ax in his hand and started to tease the little guy with a smile.

"Chenchen, I am your uncle, do you still remember?"

He usually works at the grocery store during the day, and when he comes back at night, his sister has already taken Chenchen back to the Tang family.

The two haven't seen each other for several days. Children are forgetful, and Ye Donglin is really afraid that his nephew will forget him.

Chenchen had just woken up, still in a daze, staring blankly at Ye Donglin with his big round eyes, it was obvious that he didn't remember him.

"You little bastard, have you really forgotten your uncle?"

When Chenchen heard his uncle, the little fat finger pointed to Ye Xilin beside him.

"Ah...chirp..."

"Hey, our Chenchen is so smart, we still remember our uncle."

Ye Xilin hugged the little guy over and laughed so hard that he deserved to be beaten:

"I told you that if you stay away from home all day long, Chenchen will have forgotten about you a long time ago."

He said with a proud look on his face, looking at the little guy, "Come on, Chenchen, call me uncle again."

"...chirp...chirp"

"We Chenchen are so good!" Ye Xilin said proudly.

Ye Donglin on the side looked sour and snatched the little guy over again.

"What are you so proud of? I'm also an uncle. Maybe Chenchen is calling me."

"Come on, Chenchen, call me uncle."

The little guy opened his mouth wide, babbling, but he still couldn't pronounce any big words.

"…Tweet…"

Ye Xilin also came over, "Chenchen, call me uncle."

"...chirp...chirp..."

The two brothers gathered around Chenchen and taught each other a sentence. However, after teaching for a long time, Chenchen still could only tweet and tweet.

The two brothers were so angry that they began to secretly compete again to see whether the little guy would learn to call him uncle first or he would call him uncle first.

Tang Xiaojing, who was beside him, remained silent, with his hands clasped in fists, watching the excitement of the two brothers happily.

When he first taught this little bastard to call him daddy, he was so angry that he jumped up and down.

After calling the little guy daddy hundreds of times, the little fool learned to shout da da.

Now seeing the two brothers jumping up and down with anger, Tang Xiaojing suddenly felt much better.

Originally, when Tang Xiaojing watched Ye Donglin show off his daughter, he also wanted a little girl as sweet and soft as Tangtang.

But Chenchen was so angry that he was a little scared, fearing that another gangster would come and he wouldn't be able to resist it.

There are only a few people in the family. Unlike the Ye family, where elders help take care of the children, they are worried that they will not be able to take care of the children after the second child is born.

It would be better to wait until Chenchen is older before having the second child.

Ye Qingqing came to the kitchen, but there was no one inside, so she turned around and went to the backyard.

The courtyard of the Ye family was very lively at this time. Before she even got close, she heard the hearty laughter of Mrs. Ye, Mother Ye and Li Guoer.

There were more than one thousand two hundred taels of silver in Gongzhong's account, and the Ye family were very happy.

Mother Ye even more generously slaughtered a duck and a chicken to celebrate in the evening.

The three of them were talking and laughing around each other, plucking duck and chicken feathers.

Not far away, there was a small dumpling wearing blue squatting.

Ye Qingqing stood behind Xiao Qi and saw the little guy holding a long chicken feather and blocking the path of the moving ants.

I was blocked when I walked to the left, and I was still blocked when I walked to the right. A few ants were running around anxiously, but Xiao Qi was laughing happily.

Ye Qingqing also liked this little game when she was little, but now she no longer likes such tricks.

Ye Qingqing smiled, walked to Mother Ye, and squatted down to help pluck the duck feathers together.

The duck feathers on the top were quickly plucked out, but there were still some fine downs on the bottom, which was very difficult to remove.

Ye Qingqing rolled up the sleeves on his hands, "This duck is quite fat, but it has too much fluff on it to pull out."

Mother Ye smiled and said, "I've been raising this duck for a long time, but the meat tastes better only after it's been raised for a long time."

"Today we are slaughtering ducks and chickens again. I am really blessed."

Mother Ye looked at the duck in her hand and asked:

"Half of this chicken is stewed in soup, and half is boiled chicken. How do you want to eat the duck? Should it be stewed with dried beans or dried bamboo shoots?"

Ye Qingqing wanted to eat all of them, and immediately became confused: "I want to eat them all."

Li Guoer, who was plucking chicken feathers, suggested:

"I think this duck is quite big, otherwise it would be half stewed with dried bamboo shoots and half half stewed with dried beans."

"Okay, okay, then half stewed dried bamboo shoots and half stewed dried beans." Ye Mu agreed directly.

After cleaning up the ducks and chickens, Mrs. Ye went to Wang Chunyu's house to help Tangtang wash diapers.

The remaining three people went into the kitchen to prepare dinner while talking and laughing.