1983Fishing and Farming between Mountains and Seas

Chapter 375 A strange girl's voice came from the kitchen
My wife's neck is naturally beautiful, slender and fair. After putting on the gold necklace, not only does it make her neck and collarbone look more graceful and delicate, but it also adds a different flavor to her face.

He put the ring on her again, but she kept mumbling:
"You are really good! How much does it cost to buy so many things at once?!"

"Not much, just over a thousand."

"More than a thousand yuan is not a lot!" She said sadly, "I haven't counted the money in the wooden box recently, and I don't know when you took out so much money! It seems that I have to keep an eye on it from time to time in the future, so that so much money will be missing without any accounting!"

"Then you'll have to keep an eye on me. I've been making money quite fast lately, and if I want to love my wife, you probably can't stop me!"

"Look how proud you are! Is this how you spend money?!"

She couldn't blame him anymore. Her eyes softened as she stared at him, her tone becoming more serious:

"A Qiang, I know you treat me well and bought this to make me happy. But look, since I got married, have I ever been unhappy? You have me in your heart, and I am happy every day without these things. I know I didn't marry the wrong person, but don't buy these things so often to prove it. I know how you treat me!"

"Often?" Liang Ziqiang imitated her curling his lips, "You're dreaming, but how can I buy it often? I asked a friend to buy it for you. Even if you want it, I can't buy it for you often!"

"You are such an annoying person. I'm telling you the truth, you are talking nonsense here and not saying anything serious!" She was a little annoyed.

"Okay, okay, I know everything you want to say. You didn't marry the wrong person, and I didn't marry the wrong person either. How about some applause?" He started to act frivolously again.

"What are you clapping for?" She frowned, not understanding.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

"You're itching for trouble!" She finally understood and beat him with a burning face: "You have to get up early tomorrow morning to make money, why don't you go to bed!"

The next morning, before it was even light, he got up to set off firecrackers and open the door to wealth.

The wife also got up, and the two of them greeted each other first. Joking aside, it was quite serious for the couple to greet each other on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

"Where's the necklace? It looks so beautiful when I wear it, why did you take it off again?" He noticed at a glance that her delicate neck became empty and the necklace was taken off again.

"What's the point of wearing it? Everyone in the village will look at me and ask me questions!"

As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, as if she was afraid that he would be unhappy. She came closer and whispered, "You bought it, but I couldn't bear to wear it. I put it in the box and took it out to look at it when I had nothing to do. Of course I have to put it away if I like it. I heard that if I keep wearing it, it will become smaller and lighter!"

Having said that, Liang Ziqiang didn't know what to say...

Forget it, it’s up to her whether she wants to wear it or keep it, as long as she likes this set of gold jewelry.

Soon, parents and Lizhi also got up, and the family greeted each other and said nice things.

Compared to last year, the contents of the tea and fruit plate on the table this year are much richer, with candies and biscuits piled up in grids.

After finishing the meal, we went out to pay New Year's greetings. The nearest place was naturally the newly built house of the eldest brother, and some other relatives in the village also planned to go for a visit.

As soon as I arrived at my eldest brother's house, I found that the lion dance troupe was always so hard-working. This time, they came to Liang Tiancheng's newly built house early in the morning.

Just like what Liang Ziqiang faced last year, the lion dance troupe had endless nice words and compliments in their mouths, spitting out one every now and then, and the eldest sister-in-law Kuang Haixia kept giving red envelopes, until her face fell.

Later, they started to perform lion dance for them. After every few steps, they would make some coquettish gestures and ask for red envelopes.

Finally it was almost done, and I packed up and prepared to leave, but Liang Xiaohai, who had been watching from the side and enjoying himself, couldn't bear it anymore, and chased after me, shouting:

"That's great! Don't run away, dance for a while longer!"

The lion shook itself up and obeyed the instructions, and immediately started dancing again in the open space in front of the house...

Kuang Haixia, who had already breathed a sigh of relief, started to tremble with her hands, and immediately sent out another stack of red envelopes, which disappeared.

When the lion dance troupe finally left after getting tired of dancing, Kuang Haixia immediately looked at Liang Xiaohai fiercely. If Liang Ziqiang hadn't quickly pulled Xiaohai aside to protect him, he estimated that Liang Xiaohai's first beating in 1985 must have happened on the first day of the Lunar New Year...

Liang Xiaohai could see that his mother looked unhappy, so he didn't stay at home for long. He quickly went to his second uncle's house to watch "Huo Yuanjia". Maybe he could learn a few moves of "Mysterious Fist" and return home to prepare for emergencies...

According to the custom in this area, we still go to Huagu Village to "return to our parents' home" on the fourth day of the New Year. After a year, this time is completely different from last year. Before, there were two people going to pay New Year's greetings, but now there is one more person in my arms.

This year's income is very different from last year's. In addition to cigarettes, alcohol and gifts, Liang Ziqiang also took out a big red envelope and gave it to his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

The red envelope contained 20 big unity notes and 200 yuan, which Chen Xiangbei had been informed of in advance. At the same time, in addition to the gifts, there was also 200 yuan for his parents.

Money is no longer as tight as it was last year. Since I can afford it, I will of course loosen up a little during the holidays and give a little more to the elderly on both sides.

Not to mention the help in building the house last year, just after Chen Xiangbei gave birth to little Cheng Cheng this year, her mother-in-law came over to help take care of her during her confinement, and she put in a lot of effort.

After returning from Huagu Village, I visited some relatives one after another during the first month of the year.

The holidays in this era are different. The Spring Festival holiday only includes the first, second and third days of the first lunar month. From the fourth day of the first lunar month, work officially begins. Of course, this is mainly for urban workers.

The fishermen's work was a different story. The common custom in Liang Ziqiang's county was not to go out to sea during the entire Spring Festival.

Not to mention the small wooden boats, the shallow sea is already in the off-season before it warms up in April, and there are no fish to catch.

Even for large steel ships, the owners must spend the Lantern Festival at home before considering deep-sea operations.

A year's plan begins with spring, so the opening day cannot be neglected. Liang Ziqiang consulted Lin Quansheng to select a date, and they decided to open the business on the 3th day of the first lunar month, which was March 9th in the Gregorian calendar.

After leaving Lin Quansheng's house, Liang Ziqiang decided to visit the homes of the sailors in the village in the morning to inform them of the start date, and then go to Xiaolang Village in the afternoon to inform Zhu Tianpeng.

That day was the tenth day of the first lunar month. He first visited Lu Song, Lin Liming and Liang Chun's homes and revealed that he would officially go to sea in eight days.

After coming out, walk towards Deng Zhaocai's house.

As I walked near the kitchen, a very familiar aroma wafted out.

The smoke above the kitchen was a sky-blue color, rising up in curls and then gently bending down to the south, as if depicting the appearance of the north wind in winter.

The aroma of sweet rice cakes with a hint of grass leaves was wrapped in the smoke and drifted into Liang Ziqiang's nose.

Liang Ziqiang is very familiar with this sweet taste because Chen Xiangbei loves to make sweet rice cakes for him. The sweet rice cakes made by her skillful hands are small, beautiful and delicious, and are often served as a dessert for his lunch when he goes out to sea.

However, Deng Zhaocai was a single, rough man who obviously didn't know how to make sweet rice cakes. So Liang Ziqiang slowed down his pace and looked towards the kitchen, thinking that he might have hallucinated the smell.

The next second, the sound of talking in the kitchen floated over with the smoke.

"Girl, you really have a pair of adorable and skillful hands. You have already learned all of these in just a few minutes. Look, the steamed buns you made all look very good!"

It was the voice of Deng Zhaocai's mother. Although her voice was weak, she should be in good condition today, as she was able to get up from the bed and go into the kitchen.

"I haven't quite learned it yet. Auntie, you have to teach me for a while!" A young girl's voice came up next, quite clear.

"I am happy to teach you! I will teach you as long as you are willing to stay. I can't get better. I hope someone can make delicious food for Ah Cai in the future..."

"Auntie, don't say anything nonsense during the first month of the year. You will get better and live a long life!" The girl's voice was anxious to persuade Deng's mother.

Liang Ziqiang was confused for a moment. Was it some cousin of Deng Zhaocai who came to visit relatives during the New Year? But the content of the conversation didn't seem to be that likely.

And the voice of the young girl beside me was nine out of ten strange, yet there was a faint sense of déjà vu...

(End of this chapter)