My royal husband has a little field

Chapter 1002 Fragrance
People who don't run wine often don't need to open a fire at home all day long, and a few members of the family go to other places to eat, and they can eat as much as they want.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, every household walks around a lot, people can be seen everywhere, chatting and laughing can be heard everywhere.

Whose house has the scent of cured meat drying on a pole of clear bamboo, so greedy that the cats and dogs next door are staring, squatting on the ground and meowing.

"Chi family, when will your Liu'er be born? It will be Chinese New Year in a few days."

It's freezing cold, and the women who usually get along with each other like to sit together.

Baking in the warm stove, gossiping about family affairs, flying needles in hands, with a contented and quiet demeanor.

"It's coming soon, maybe it will be born on New Year's Eve."

"Hey! That's such a coincidence! I really want to have a birthday on New Year's Eve, and every birthday in the future will be like a festival!"

"you do not say!"

"Okay, Laifu of your family really knows how to pick a day..."

"Where is it that my family's Laifu Club chooses the date, or my little grandson can choose the date."

"Your girl is about to give birth, right? I remember getting pregnant around the same time as my Liu'er."

"Yeah, I reckon it's also a Chinese New Year student."

"That's daring!"

The weather has been cloudy for several days.

The winter in Jiangcheng is really cold, that kind of wet cold, like ice thorns, piercing deep into the bone marrow of a person, and can freeze the blood.

Some elderly people with poor health must have a stove to serve them in winter, otherwise they will not be able to walk.

It hurts, every bone in my body hurts, the pain is unbearable.

The sun has never shown his face, and Wang is very sad about the preserved meat at home that has not been exposed to the sun much.

The cured meat is less exposed to the sun, and it is easy to get maggots and spoil it.

Qi Jiabao said that after dinner in the evening, dry the cured meat well before hanging it on the stove, otherwise it will really spoil in the future.

They have worked so hard to raise these cured meats for a year. There are chickens, ducks, geese and rabbits, and there are also gifts from Sifang.

This year's New Year's goods reserves are much richer than in previous years.

The family was divided into four houses, and the four houses made a fortune, which brought the Qi family to prosperity.

There is also Sanfang, Qi Duocai is now teaching at Bailu Academy.

Although the monthly money is not much, it is a large amount of income for rural people who have little income.

"It's too late for Bailu Academy to suspend classes this year. Chinese New Year is only a few days away. Why haven't you come home after so long..." Mrs. Wang turned over the cured meats that were being dried, and babbled Said to Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang was using a loofah ball to scrub the scalded bowls and chopsticks, "It must be that their academy is busy this year, and the third brother came back later."

"He is really worry-free, he used to send me a letter from home every few days, and one to Longan girl.

Let alone a letter from home now, there is no shadow. "

The open fire shone on Wang's face full of resentment, it was glowing red.

Mrs. Wang finished flipping through the cured meat neatly, and told Chen Xiang, "After washing the dishes, remember to close the doors and windows tightly.

Recently, the wild cats in our village have been rampant, looking for people to eat in the kitchen. "

"Well, I see, mother."

"Also, the rice paste in the pot is still warm, when it's hot, you can take it to the second daughter-in-law.

You remember watching the second daughter-in-law feed Liang Zi rice porridge, lest she steal it again at that time. "

When it comes to Guo Jinlian, a typical foodie, Wang's heart feels depressed again.

(End of this chapter)