Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

After hearing this, Zhou Xiucai's eyes flashed with admiration and satisfaction. He waved his hand gently and said, "Go ahead. The road to learning is long and difficult. Let's start with the most basic Three Character Classic and take one step at a time."

After saying this, he leaned back in his chair leisurely, closed his eyes and looked indifferent to fame and fortune.

When Zhang Laoer and Xu Liyun returned from the bustling market and prepared to take Xiao Youniang home, they saw the little figure had skillfully taken out the Three Character Classic from the bookshelf and was muttering to herself, actually reciting the contents of the book by heart.

At this moment, she was enjoying her dinner slowly.

In order to commend Xiao Youniang for her hard work that day, Mr. Zhou rarely went into the kitchen and cooked dumplings for her personally and carefully warmed up the braised dishes. Although the dumplings were broken due to his unfamiliarity with the cooking skills and the braised dishes almost lost their flavor due to improper control of the heat, in Xiao Youniang's view, all of this was a manifestation of Uncle Xiucai's love for her.

She ate with gusto. The satisfaction and happiness in her eyes made Zhou Xiucai, who was observing silently at the side, feel a warm current in his heart, and the burn marks on his hands seemed to be less painful.

After the meal, the little white tiger licked the corners of its mouth contentedly. The two little guys then returned home laughing all the way under the guidance of the Zhang family.

In the following days, the Zhang family’s thatched cottage almost became the center of the village, filled with unprecedented laughter and joy.

Because Zhang Laoer had previously agreed with Baicaotang to suspend the sale of medicine during the Spring Festival, the last batch of pills arrived at the county town in advance, freeing up time and space for their year-end preparations.

Zhang Sanwa held Youniang's hand, and the brother and sister ran around everywhere, claiming to help write Spring Festival couplets. This not only spread culture, but also earned them a lot of recognition and money.

Although each stroke is small, when combined together they appear quite impressive, adding a bit of real joy to this Spring Festival.

As soon as the braised food carefully prepared by Zhang Siwa came out of the pot, the rich aroma immediately aroused the appetite of the villagers.

New Year's Eve is approaching, and people have experienced the double blow of snowstorms and banditry. Naturally, they are willing to be generous with the little money they have saved up with great difficulty at this rare moment and enjoy the long-lost luxury.

You know, at this time of year, fresh meat is not easily available.

Due to its high price and the hassle of traveling back and forth to town, even if one is lucky enough to buy one, it will only be some broken pieces. How can it be served on such an important occasion as the New Year's Eve dinner?

Therefore, when Zhang Siwa proposed selling his own braised food, the villagers seemed to see the dawn of a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner. Their eyes lit up, and their nostalgia and yearning for the braised food at the Zhang family's last banquet were instantly ignited.

They thought to themselves, if they could place a plate of such brightly colored and fragrant braised meat on their family reunion table, wouldn't it not only satisfy their cravings, but also add face and bring honor to the whole family?

In this way, a long line quickly formed in front of Zhang's thatched cottage, and villagers came to buy braised food in an endless stream.

This year the weather has been good and the harvest in the village has been good. Everyone's pockets are fatter and they are willing to be generous and enjoy life during such a festival.

Zhang Siwa’s stewed pot was sold out almost as soon as it started to boil, and subsequent customers could not wait to urge him to add more, especially asking for more meat!

Faced with this sudden popularity, Zhang Siwa was naturally very happy, but at the same time he was unwilling to travel around the town frequently.

Therefore, he simply purchased a few pigs, a flock of chickens and ducks, and baskets of fresh eggs from a neighbor in the village who was good at raising poultry. He washed and processed them all at once, and then threw them all into the boiling brine, making the aroma even stronger and almost filling the entire village.

The old braising pot had been burning for several days and nights with smoke rising up. The firewood crackled in the furnace, the flames licked the bottom of the pot, and clouds of smoke rose up.

Thanks to Wu Niang, who worked tirelessly every day, walking on the morning dew up the mountain and carrying back loads of dry firewood to ensure that the stove fire continued to burn and never went out for a moment.

As time passed, when the last ray of sunlight was swallowed up by the night, the whole small village was surrounded by an irresistible aroma of stewed food. The aroma was mellow but not greasy, and permeated into every inch of the air. Even the villagers who were returning from the mountains to collect firewood couldn't help but slow down their pace and detour past Zhang's simple thatched house, for fear that they would be hindered from returning home by the enchanting aroma.

In a blink of an eye, the dawn of New Year's Eve arrived quietly.

Zhang Siwa rubbed his sleepy eyes, uncovered his quilt at the sound of roosters crowing, and began to sell the braised dishes that had been simmered for a long time and had attractive colors and fragrant aromas with meticulous seriousness.

He was very skilled in the cooking and soon all the remaining braised food was sold out. He also naturally kept a portion for his family to serve as a delicacy for the New Year's Eve dinner.

The clever little girl jumped out of her warm bed as soon as she heard the slight noise in the yard. She cooperated with her brothers and sisters tacitly, shuttling inside and outside the house, sweeping away dust and dirt, wiping windows and tables.

According to the traditional customs of the Zhang family, it is not appropriate to clean on the first and second days of the first lunar month, so as not to sweep away the blessings of the coming year. Therefore, the thorough cleaning on New Year's Eve is particularly important. Every brick and stone, every inch of the ground, must be wiped clean and as bright as new, in order to pray for good luck in the new year.

The afternoon sun shone obliquely on the mottled lintel of the Zhang family's door. Zhang Laoer selected an auspicious time marked on the almanac and led a group of children to carefully post Spring Festival couplets.

The words on the Spring Festival couplets were written by the third child of the Zhang family. The black ink jumped on the bright red paper like flying dragons and snakes, and the words sparkled with golden light.

At the same time, two portraits of door gods with mighty expressions and distinctive clothes and armor were neatly pasted on both sides of the door frame. They had their eyes wide open and held weapons in their hands, as if gods had really come to bring peace and protection to this small world.

In the kitchen, Zhang Siwa was busy cutting the perfectly marinated meat into thin slices, preparing to put it into the steamer.

On this day of reunion, how can we miss dumplings, the symbol of harmony and reunion?

His fingers were nimble and the dough flew in his palms. In a blink of an eye, plump and beautiful dumplings were neatly lined up on the chopping board.

Xu Liyun, who was watching nearby, was dazzled and tried to imitate her son's technique, but unexpectedly the dumplings she made were all crooked and looked terrible.

Seeing this, Zhang Siwa suggested that his mother go and direct Youniang and the other children to hang the lanterns, while he could finish making the dumplings on his own.

Xu Liyun sighed softly, clenched her fingers that were slightly sore from trying to make dumplings, and stepped aside.

Without the involvement of his mother who "meant well but ended up with bad results", Zhang Siwa's efficiency doubled. He wrapped hundreds of dumplings in less than an hour, and cleverly hid a few copper coins washed by his mother among them.

At this time, in the courtyard, Zhang Laoer and his children were enthusiastically discussing the best hanging point for the newly purchased lanterns.