Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1353 Heitan (Part [-])
"It's not like that!"

Yang Huaming rushed over.

"It's because my elder brother didn't pay attention, and told him to come out to burn incense and not to smoke dry tobacco, but to smoke, sparks fell to the ground and set the thatch on fire..."

"Fourth, what are you talking about!"

Old Yang drank Yang Huaming's throat.

Yang Huaming looked aggrieved.

"Why can't you say it? Anyone with eyes will know that this fire was started by our old Yang family."

"Since it was provoked by our old Yang family, I will push out the instigator. Why do we have to help big brother take the blame one by one?"

Yang Huaming's voice was even louder than that of old Yang Tou.

Old Yang was stunned, staring blankly at Yang Huaming, and finally his face changed with anger.

On the side, Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou both came to persuade Yang Huaming, "Forget about the fourth child, don't say a few words, this is the Chinese New Year."

"Yeah, it's done once the fire is extinguished, so let's not talk about it."

Li Zheng and the other villagers saw that the father and son of the old Yang family were arguing, and it was difficult to question them.

"Where's your boss? Why didn't you see him?"

Among the crowd, there was a sharp-eyed question.

Only then did everyone realize that Yang Hua'an was really not there.

Old Yang looked around for a while, "It's strange, when I put out the fire earlier, I heard him coughing, and the sound was not far from me, where did it go?"

At this time, Luo Fengtang's voice came from behind the pile of burnt trees.

"Everyone, hurry up, Uncle Yang is here, he has passed out!"

Everyone was startled and hurriedly gathered around.

Sure enough, Yang Hua'an was lying on the ground, his face was ashes like black charcoal from the soot.

Eyebrows closed, motionless.

"Where's Uncle Fu? Come, Uncle Fu!"

"I'm coming!"

Uncle Fu who went up the mountain to burn incense also rushed over and poured all the tea dedicated to his ancestors to Yang Hua'an.

After another push and another toss, Yang Hua'an finally opened his eyelids after coughing violently.

Seeing so many people surrounding him, and looking at the surrounding woods after the fire, Yang Hua'an remembered.

"Uh...cough...cough..."

He had another heart-piercing cough, wishing he could cough up his lungs.

But no one gave him a pat on the back.

The big guys found him, saw that he was awake, and parted ways.

Yang Huazhong's brothers were packing empty baskets over there, and Yang Yongxian's brothers didn't even come over to greet Yang Hua'an.

For people who are not successful enough but not successful, and who are always holding back everyone, the big guys feel cold.

Of course, there was another person squatting beside Yang Hua'an, never leaving.

That person is Old Yangtou.

"Boss, are you okay? Can you stand up?" Old Yang asked anxiously.

Yang Hua'an coughed for a while, and finally calmed down a bit.

"Father, help me up."

"Hey, good, good!"

Old Yang quickly helped Yang Hua'an up.

"How is it? Can it be done? If not, I will call the third child and the others to carry you down the mountain." Lao Yangtou asked.

Yang Hua'an shook his head: "He won't carry me, and I'm not a useless person, I can climb down the mountain too!"

An activity of burning incense and offering sacrifices to ancestors ended with a big fire.

Everyone from Old Yang's family packed up and went down the mountain. Yang Ruoqing and others also went back to the opposite side of the mountain to pick up Wang Cuilian and went back to the village together.

When we returned to the village, it was already afternoon, and the sun was gradually moving westward.

Yang Ruoqing said to Wang Cuilian: "Auntie, according to what we discussed before, you and uncle will eat at our place for this year's New Year's Eve dinner."

"We'll come back to eat tomorrow, the New Year's Day."

Wang Cuilian did not refuse the things that had been negotiated.

The woman nodded cheerfully: "Okay, I'll change into my clothes and go over to help you cook the New Year's Eve dinner together."

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily: "Okay, then I'll go back and wait for you first."

"Success, you go now."

Yang Ruoqing and Wang Cuilian were preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner, and Tuobaxian also came to the kitchen for the first time.

"I've been nesting on the heating kang for a whole winter. Today is the Chinese New Year. I also want to come to the kitchen to watch you cook." Tuoba Xian said.

Yang Ruoqing was very happy to hear this while cutting vegetables swiftly.

"Of course, but the kitchen is a bit cold, I'm afraid you can't bear it." She said.

Tuobaxian said: "It's okay, I wear a lot."

Wang Cuilian came in from the outside with firewood in her arms, and said with a smile, "Madam Xian, if you're not afraid of getting dirty, you can sit at the door of the stove, and when the fire in the stove rises, it will be warmer there!"

Tuobaxian saw that the earthen stove of the farmhouse had two stove openings at the bottom, which corresponded to the two large and small pots on the pot table.

"Sister-in-law, which stove are you serving?" Tuoba Xian asked.

Wang Cuilian said: "I will serve the bottom of the two stoves together, you are here, you can sit inside."

"When the rice is cooked in the inner pot, I will stuff the hard wood into it, and the fire will be strong. You don't need to worry about a meal, you just need to cook the fire."

So, Tuoba Xian sat at the entrance of the stove inside, and Wang Cuilian sat outside.

On the pot table, Yang Ruoqing did all the washing, cutting and cooking of side dishes by herself.

"Watching Qing'er cooking is more interesting than watching singing and dancing!"

Tuobaxian leaned her back against the tall firewood stack behind her with a satisfied face, squinted her eyes, and followed Yang Ruoqing's figure.

"The knife technique, the pattern of the dishes, the combination is really beautiful, just like carving." She once again praised sincerely.

On the side, Wang Cuilian also smiled honestly.

"Yeah, Qing'er knows how to run the house, and her cooking has been taught by her mother. Everyone in our village knows about it."

Hearing that her mother-in-law and aunt praised her like this, the corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curled up in joy.

The busyness of his subordinates has also become more energetic.

"Qing'er, how many dishes do you plan to prepare for tonight's New Year's Eve dinner?" Wang Cuilian asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, how many dishes do you think are better?"

Wang Cuilian thought for a while, and said: "Madam Xian, you Uncle Luo, you Uncle Yan, you, Tang Yazi, and me, there are six people here."

"Well, at least six dishes must be prepared, six or six are smooth."

Hearing Wang Cuilian's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"I'm going to cook ten dishes, perfect in every way," she said.

Wang Cuilian's eyes lit up.

Turning her head to Tuobaxian beside her, she said: "Our farmer's family, usually those who can cook six dishes during the Chinese New Year are those from a well-to-do family."

"We, Qing'er, do ten things in one go. It's really like hosting a wedding."

Tuoba Xian also laughed.

For delicacies from mountains and seas, Tuobaxian eats a lot.

However, Tuobaxian couldn't help but look forward to the ten dishes his daughter-in-law was going to cook next.

This girl is a good cook.

Introducing the old and bringing forth the new, the same ingredients and various methods always give people a kind of expectation and surprise.

Next, during the chat between Tuobaxian and Wang Cuilian, Yang Ruoqing began to enter the formal cooking session.

Because Luo Tiejiang and Luo Fengtang had already taken the firecrackers and offerings, and started to go to the land temple in the south of the village.

When they came back from the Earth Temple, it was almost time for New Year's Eve dinner.

(End of this chapter)