Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8235 Xiaoan is back

"Auntie, what's at your feet?" Yang Ruoqing raised her chin towards the twine bag and asked.

Da Sun leaned over to pick up the bag, shook it a few times, and said, "It's the red beans and rice that I traded with your aunt, no, it's going to be Laba soon, Huangmao and his mother have to come back, Da Shunzi Xiao Shunzi and his brothers love Laba porridge, so I will make it for you."

The previous generations of the Sun family were not very prosperous. None of the brothers and sisters of Lao Suntou's generation were brought up, and his only cousin passed away a few years ago.

In the second generation, after giving birth to two daughters, Dasun and Sun, they have been released without lock.

In desperation, the eldest daughter, Dasun, was left at home to recruit a husband to support the family. The second daughter, Sun, married into the third room of Lao Yang's family.

This time, the situation improved. The eldest daughter who stayed at home had a son and a daughter, and finally left the Sun family with a real man who supported the family.

Moreover, Dajie also passed the Juren examination. Being able to pass the Juren examination in this era is equivalent to turning the world around among the students and stepping into the official career with one foot.

Even though Dajie did not continue to seek fame and fame later on, he only found a job as a county magistrate in the Huguang County Yamen, but he already belonged to the official family and lived in the Yamen.

Dajie can support the whole family by himself, so Huang Mao also turned into an official wife, and took the children to live with Dajie in Renshang.

When it comes to the third generation of the Sun family, it is even more powerful. Huang Mao's belly was full of courage, and he gave birth to two sons, Da Shunzi and Xiao Shunzi.

"What? Are the three of them coming back early for the New Year?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Da Sun said: "That's right, it's cold, so it's not good to stay there. The Chinese New Year will be at the end of the month. Last time, Huang Mao sent a letter saying that she will come home to prepare for the New Year."

Wang Cuilian said with a smile: "The two grandchildren are back, and the house will be lively, and you will be even busier."

Da Sun said with a smile: "Yes, yes, one child is worth ten adults, no matter how busy or tired you are, you will be happy in your heart. Look at me, I have enough energy to make Laba porridge!"

Everyone chatted and laughed for a while, and went away to do their own business. It's the twelfth lunar month, and every family is busy.

If it rains, they will stay at home and catch up on sewing, sewing new clothes, hats, shoes and socks for the whole family.

When the weather is fine, it will be even more serious, starch washing, drying, tidying the yard, chopping firewood...

In the middle and late twelfth lunar month, it will officially enter the rhythm of the busy year, killing pigs for the new year, buying new year's goods, fighting dust, boiling new year's sugar, and grinding new year's tofu...

The New Year in the farmhouse is always so full. The adults are happy, and the children are even happier. This month is what we look forward to all year round.

Going round and round, reincarnation year after year, in a blink of an eye, parents get old, children grow up, and a new round of continuation and reincarnation will begin again, just like the grass in the wilderness, which grows and blooms every year, the wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows again. pregnancy.

It's strange to say that since Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang returned to the village, the thieves in the village that had been raging before suddenly stopped.

For three days in a row, no one in the village lost anything.

As a result, Yang Huazhong dismissed the patrol team, the night curfew was lifted, and the village returned to its previous appearance.

"Everyone says that the great general is the great general, and the martial arts star in the sky descends to earth, and those ghosts and thieves are afraid of him, so they can be suppressed!"

Mrs. Liu came over to gossip with Yang Ruoqing again, and ate some snacks on the table.

Yang Ruoqing would never argue with Liu Shi over these little things, Liu Shi can eat any dim sum on the plate on the table.

But after finishing the two plates on the table, Yang Ruoqing would not add more.

Want to eat again?Wait for tomorrow.

"They all gave our Tang Yazi to Shinhwa!" Mrs. Liu said again, wiping the crumbs from the corner of her mouth.

"I also heard some people in the village say that this year's Chinese New Year, if the door god doesn't go to the town to buy, he will paint the appearance of Tang Yazi!"

Nani?

Yang Ruoqing's eyelids twitched when she heard this, these villagers are really exaggerating.

"Fourth aunt, they must be joking!"

"It's not a joke, it's true, but if one person makes a head start, they probably have to follow suit." Liu said.

"Well, even if they really want to paint, they can't do it. They need a professional painter." Yang Ruoqing said again.

And for those villagers, it is considered extravagant for them to spend three to five yuan to buy two door gods to post.

Invite a professional painter to paint Tang Yazi, not to mention that Tang Yazi himself does not allow it, and it is impossible to leave the country. Even if they let the painter peek into Tang Yazi's face, and then paint it, the painter will have to charge hundreds of dollars money.

How about hundreds of Wen, are they willing?
Looking for someone to share?

Haha, by then all kinds of little calculations have come out.

So Yang Ruoqing just listened to it as a joke and let it go.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, every family is cooking Laba porridge, and those wandering outside are also returning home to reunite with their families one after another.

Mrs. Sun began to be absent-minded, and stood at the gate of the yard every day, looking towards the other side of the road.

Although she didn't say anything, Yang Ruoqing and the others knew very well that Mrs. Sun was thinking about Daan and Xiaohua, their husband and wife and children.

On the Laba Festival, Sun did not wait for Da'an and the others, but waited for Xiao'an to come back.

"Mother, I came here specially to drink Laba porridge."

Xiao An got off the horse, grabbed the rein with one hand, and wrapped Sun's shoulder with the other, smiling broadly.

Mrs. Sun was also full of surprises, looked at Xiao An and said, "Well, well, mother cooked a pot of Laba porridge, enough for you to drink."

Xiao An nodded excitedly, and walked into the yard with Mrs. Sun in his arms.

As the Laba Festival approaches, not only the streets and alleys of Qing'an County sell Laba porridge, but even the large kitchen of the Ministry of War has added two large pots to provide Laba porridge for everyone.

But for Xiaoan, compared to the fancy Laba porridge with all kinds of dried fruits and preserves outside, what he misses most is the Laba porridge made by his mother-in-law.

Although it is very traditional, the materials used have hardly changed in the past ten years, but because of this, it is the familiar taste in memory.

Entering the yard, Yang Huazhong and Yu Xingkui were chopping firewood in the yard, while Old Yang Tou was sitting in a wheelchair, smoking dry tobacco and directing.

Xiao An took out the gift hanging on the horse's back, honored it to Old Yang, and rolled up his sleeves to help Yang Huazhong chop firewood.

Yang Huazhong is very satisfied with Xiaoan's performance. Even though he is working outside and eating official meals, he is still his son when he comes home, he can do whatever job he has, and he doesn't bring the outside routine home. Good job!

"You don't need to chop firewood. You are tired from riding a horse. Sit down and take a break and drink some tea."

Yang Huazhong said with a smile, and pulled a stool over for Xiaoan to sit on.

At this time, Mrs. Sun had already brought a bowl of hot tea to Xiao An, not only that, but also grabbed a handful of snacks and stuffed them into Xiao An's hands, "Come, rest your stomach."

Xiao An didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Mom, why do my elders still eat these? This is what children eat!"

Sun said angrily: "When you were young, you ate cute food. You ate it so much that the worms couldn't stop it. Why didn't you eat it when you grew up? Hurry up, these are made by Lian Er herself!"

(End of this chapter)