The bard wanders into the entertainment circle

Chapter 91 Sweeping the House, Killing New Year Pigs, Visiting Relatives, Worshiping the Ancestors

That night Chen Shuo slept peacefully, he didn't have to think about anything, he didn't have any dreams at night, and when Dongfang was pale, he woke up naturally.

Facing the rising sun at the old place in the courtyard, he practiced Wu Qinxi again, and Xiaohu also practiced with him.

Of course, it was said to be practicing with him, but it was actually stretching and swooping twice, but that kind of leisure was no worse than when Chen Shuo was practicing tiger show.

If Chen Shuo practiced tiger play, he trained himself into a big tiger, but when a small tiger practiced tiger play, it was like exercising like a human.

After practicing, Chen Shuo took out some light food from the salute, and the beef jerky given to him by the milk bag, boiled a pot of hot water and ate it.

Then I went outside the door to find some discarded gray tiles, picked up the good ones and refurbished the roof, the most important thing is to patch up the leaks.

I worked until noon, repairing the leaking place, and even re-pasted the outer wall with yellow mud.

Chen Shuo hasn't prepared the ingredients yet. In the next few days, he seldom cooks by himself. He always eats at relatives' homes, and sends some small gifts bought in various places along the way.

Xiaohu also followed him and ate from home to home.

As the new year draws closer, relatives who went out to work have gradually returned, and the mountain village has become more and more lively.

After a year of busy work, after returning home to tidy up, we started meeting to play cards and drink together.

Chen Shuo doesn't play cards or mahjong very much, but he has been trained in drinking since he was a child, so that people will not forget him as long as they drink.

There is a market every fourth and ninth in the town. On the 24th day of the new year, Chen Shuo went to the market on a tractor with the villagers.

All the necessities for the Spring Festival are ready.

On the 25th of the year, Chen Yukun's family of three also came back with big bags and small bags. Chen Shuo opened fire for the first time and asked Chen Yukun's family, who had been packing all day, to come for dinner.

26. A snowfall fell at night, and the whole earth was dyed white.

Today, the village kills pigs in the grain drying field. Chen Jiagu kills pigs almost every year on this day. Then, as a whole family, you move the table and I get stools, and you get bowls and I get chopsticks.

Gather the whole village together and take advantage of this day to have a meal together.

Chen Shuo is very strong, and has always been the main force in killing pigs. Although he seldom uses a knife, he is indispensable for crushing pigs.

With him holding it down, no matter how hard the big fat pig struggles, it won't even try to break free.

When the knife is cut down, the blood flows into a large iron basin with salt water, and then waits for it to stand there to make blood tofu.

Together with Chen Shuo, several people picked up the new year's pig, put it in a large iron pot of boiling water, plucked the hair, washed it white and clean, and then the uncle Chen Yusheng divided the meat with a knife.

From the time Chen Shuo was ten years old, he rode on the blood-spitting Nian pig and traveled half a village. Whenever the Nian pig was divided, the pig's head would basically be given to him.

This year is no exception.

After dividing the meat, the meals are ready. The main course is a pot of pork, pork offal, pork blood stewed cabbage, radish, and vermicelli.

Other dishes such as pork head meat, roast chicken, fried chicken nuggets, and whole fish are available on every table, just like eating a big feast.

Eat a meal from noon to three or four in the afternoon, and then pack up.

Chen Shuo returned home with a piece of meat and a huge pig's head.

He hung up the meat first, carried the pig's head to the well, picked up a thick-backed kitchen knife, and cut the pig's head from the neck and jaw. The bone was split in half, and the meat on top was still attached.

Take out the pig's brain, clean it and put it aside, and then wash the pig's head.

He took the pig's head and a bucket of water into the house, cleaned the pot, and put the water and the pig's head in together.

Spices such as onion, ginger, pepper, and fennel were wrapped in a small cloth and thrown in.

After entering the west room, he opened a wine jar, and added a scoop of grain wine that had been settled for a year.

After adding enough firewood, boil the blood foam over high heat, skim it off, and take out half of the firewood to simmer slowly.

Then start kneading the noodles, wait for it to wake up, boil the vermicelli in a small pot on the side, chop it up, and mix it with the stuffed pork and cabbage with seasoning.

Then, beside the stove, while making dumplings, I watched the pork head meat being cooked.

The wrapped dumplings were served in a pot and placed in a cool place in the Westinghouse, and they were immediately put down when they were ready to eat.

Originally, he and his grandfather did all these tasks together in previous years, but this year he was the only one left, and he had to do it all by himself.

In the evening, he didn't go when anyone called him, so he stayed at home with Xiaohu, ordered thirty or forty palm-sized dumplings, cut a pig's ear, and a piece of pig's head.

Put the marinated and steamed pig brains on a plate, garnish with a little ginger, green onion, white sesame, pepper, dried red pepper, etc.

Burned a pot of hot oil, splashed it with a sizzling sound, and took advantage of the tangy aroma to stir it up.

He buckled two pig's eyes to Xiaohu, and went to the Westinghouse wine jar to make a catty of wine.

Chen Shuo sat on the east side, Xiaohu sat on the west side, and one person and one cat started eating in the room.

Although there is only one person and one cat, Chen Shuo feels at ease from the bottom of his heart.

It is more at ease than he earned 10 yuan in half a year.

Early the next morning, Chen Shuo bought something and went to his grandma and mother's relatives to wish him an early New Year.

Originally, visiting relatives was supposed to be after the new year, but this year, something happened at his family, so he had to go earlier.

Save the new year, when people are saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, they bring their own bad luck.

When the mother was still there, it was the parents who brought him, and when the mother left, it was the father who brought him.

After his father left, he came every year by himself.

As the saying goes, kiss your uncle, kiss your uncle, and the dearest is your uncle.

Unlike uncles who still have conflicts such as dividing the family and inheriting property, the uncle of your natal family is related to you by blood and has no direct interest relationship. It is the closest relative to you.

Chen Shuo's grandfather and grandmother have also left, and his two uncles and three aunts have always loved Chen Shuo very much because his mother left early.

Seeing him coming, talking about his grandfather, he couldn't help crying again. Chen Shuo had no choice but to comfort him in a gentle voice. After eating, he stayed until it was almost dark before letting him leave.

After visiting relatives, Chen Shuo started to go from house to house with his uncles and brothers in the village.

By the morning of the 31st, every household began to post couplets.

The red couplets represent the family's expectations for the new year, and it is also a performance of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

However, according to the custom, if someone dies in the family, there is a saying that in the first year of filial piety, the couplets should not be pasted, or white couplets should be pasted.

Chen Shuo took out the white paper he bought at the market, cut it to size, and wrote a set of white couplets with ink, replacing the filial couplets pasted when his grandfather passed away.

When he was filming "Crossing Love", he would ask Feng Li for advice on writing and drawing when he was free.

Although this calligraphy has not been practiced much, but at least it looks decent after it is written.

Now at Wu Qi's house, there are still some calligraphy and paintings and a set of copybooks given to him by Feng Li.

In the afternoon, with another basket of things, he went to the cemetery to visit his grandparents, parents, and parents. He burned paper, made a toast, and talked about his experience in the past six months in front of the cemetery, so that they don't have to worry.

(End of this chapter)