At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

There was a buzz of people outside the hospital, and the people inside the hospital were very busy killing chickens and ducks.

Xie Yuheng was also held by his mother and joined in the fun. The baby was looking left and right in the arms of the beautiful woman, which was strange.

Now she is looking for the source of her happiness, Xie Mingcheng.

Finally I found the little fat man in the kitchen, "Ah, ah, ah, ah." Xie Yuheng glanced in the direction of Xie Mingcheng, motioning to her mother to go there.

"You, you, you just love to join in the fun." Meng's face was helpless, she nodded her little nose lovingly, and walked slowly over with her in her arms.

I saw Xie Mingcheng holding a chicken leg with one hand. No matter how hard the big rooster struggled, it could not move at all.

Oops, I didn’t realize it, but her second brother is quite strong.

A handsome man next to him was plucking the neck of the big rooster: "Mingcheng, hold on tight. Don't let the chicken break free later."

Xie Mingcheng nodded, and the force on his hand became a little stronger. Brother Yu Heng is looking at him, hey, he can't get embarrassed.

Seeing that there was no fear on Xie Yuheng's face, Meng allowed her to continue watching. Farm children were not so squeamish, and besides, it was good to practice their courage in advance when the world was about to be in chaos.

The handsome man picked up the kitchen knife and gesticulated on the chicken's neck for a long time, and finally seemed to find the right position.

Hot blood spurted out with one slash. The handsome man quickly lifted the chicken up so that the blood could flow into the bowl.

After a long time, the blood finally stopped flowing. The handsome man asked Xie Mingcheng to let go, and then threw the chicken aside.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred, and the chicken actually stood up again after fluttering.

Meng carried her to a relatively safe place and saw the handsome man and Xie Mingcheng chasing chickens all over the yard in embarrassment.

Patriarch Xie wished he could dig a hole and crawl in: "As a father, I can't even kill a chicken."

It turns out that this handsome man is the grandson of Patriarch Xie, Xie Chunxi.

Xie Chunxi also felt ashamed for not being able to give the chicken a good time.

Everyone was busy, and he was too embarrassed to go to the woman's pile to fold vegetables. He, a weak scholar, couldn't chop firewood, so he volunteered to take Xie Mingcheng to kill the chickens.

Xie Chunxi pounced forward, but missed, and the chicken flew away from his hand. For a moment, everyone in the yard burst into laughter.

Xie Yonggui walked in with a load of spring bamboo shoots and saw this chaotic scene.

He joked: "Hey, Chunxi is catching a chicken." He took out a bamboo shoot from the basket, shook it in his hand, and then chased the big rooster that was still running around.

The chicken who suffered from old sins finally went to the west to see the Buddha. Xie Chunxi patted the dust on his body and gave Xie Yonggui a thumbs up. "Brother, you are so accurate."

Xie Yuheng, who had eaten melon throughout the whole process, also felt that.

Wonderful, really wonderful. Sure enough, there is no ordinary person around the second brother.

Xie Yonggui laughed, waved his hand, picked up the bamboo shoots, and continued walking to the kitchen.

"These people have their own strengths. If my little tiger is half as smart as a talented scholar like you, I can call him daddy."

Xie Hu, who was following behind with a small jar of wine in his arms, felt that he was being offended. He was not yet enlightened. How could his father know that he was not as smart as Uncle Chunxi?

Xie Hu shook his head and walked towards Mengshi. "Aunt, this is given to you by your grandmother."

Meng squatted down with Xie Yuheng in her arms and took the wine from Xie Hu's hand. The wine in the small jar was not heavy.

The dark brown wine body is attached to red paper, and on the paper are written three characters in small regular script with hairpins, which are clearly - Zhuangyuan Wine.

Yes, Xie Hu's grandmother, Sheng, was one of the few women in the village who could write, and she was famous for making wine from all over the country. Unfortunately, she had a disease in her legs, which made it difficult for her to walk.

The number one scholar red is used to seal the wine on the full moon tomorrow, which means that I hope that my child will be number one in high school and will not unseal it until the gold list is named. It has the same meaning as Ner Hong.

Meng said with a slight smile: "It's really hard for our tiger to be so powerful at such a young age and carry such a heavy drink for such a long distance."

"No...it's not hard, it's not heavy, I'm very strong!"

Xie Hu felt his ears were hot and felt a little embarrassed, so he kicked his toes on the ground. "Auntie, I'm going to go play with Mingcheng first."

Meng nodded and watched Xie Hu find Xie Mingcheng. Then she carried Xie Yuheng back to the room and carefully put the champion red away.

"Kill the pig -" the cheers of children came from outside the house.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah." Mom, let's go quickly.

Meng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You do like to join in the fun." As he said this, he took out some candies from the cabinet and put them in his sleeve pocket. If any children from the village came forward, they would be sweet.

When Meng came to the backyard with Xiao Yuheng in his arms, the second senior brother was already pinned down on the bench by four strong men.

Father Qian's white knife went in and the red knife came out. Piggy went to the west to join the big rooster without suffering any torture.

A woman frowned and murmured: "Why do I feel so uncomfortable? It's so cruel."

"Maybe mother and son are connected." Wang Ermazi said next to him with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth.

"Haha, haha." Wang Er pockmarked all the bamboo shoots on the mountain.

Seeing Xiao Yuheng's smile, Wang Ermazi took off the dog's tail grass. He stepped forward and said in surprise: "They say that Xiao Yuheng is a fairy, and he is indeed clever."

"There are some people here who talk about cruelty. When they eat meat, tears flow from the corners of their mouths. I wish I had a longer mouth so I could eat more."

Tiger Lady Zhao said angrily that she had a good relationship with Qian.

As the host, it is not convenient for the Xie family to say anything in this situation, so she is just right.

The woman's face turned red and white, not to mention how wonderful it was. I was thinking about whether there would be some butchered vegetables and some meat to eat, so I finally endured it.

After plucking the pig's hair, Qian Tianlai, the eldest brother of the Qian family, opened the pig's back with a knife. From pig tail to pig head, it is done in one go, as smooth as cutting tofu.

It is said that the most powerful open-back masters will not have more than two taels on the left and right sides, and the more than two taels are pig tails.

The children stood in the safe area designated by the adults and watched Qian Tianlai cutting the pork, with no fear on their faces.

"Wow, Uncle Qian's knife looks so sharp. I wish I had such a knife. It will definitely not be tiring to chop wood with this knife."

"Braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, sauced pork elbow, musu pork... suck..."

"I heard that Ju Ren's family has too much meat to eat. I want to test Ju Ren to eat meat every day!"

Listening to the children's childlike words, the adults all had a faint smile on their faces.

Instead of being afraid that blood will scare children away from it, it is better for parents to educate themselves and solve the problem fundamentally.

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The next morning, the country was beautiful, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, and the spring breeze was fragrant.

Xiao Yuheng was held by the Qian family's sister-in-law Qin, and was watching the wine ceremony in the backyard.

Xie Tingjiang and Meng put Zhuangyuanhong into the pit together, and there was a newly planted sweet-scented osmanthus sapling next to it. Later, Xie Chunxi, a scholar in the village, performed the backfilling work.

After a while, Xie Chunxi was out of breath from exhaustion. He had been weak since he was a child and had never done any farm work when he was young. Later, when he went to school, he never had any hard work and was a standard weak scholar.

"When my family knows that we will have seventeen or eight children after marriage, we will ask Xiao Yuheng to come to my house every day to fill the soil."

The villagers nearby joked: "Chunxi, are there any clan uncles like you?"