Chapter 80 It’s not like home
When Yang Ruoqing delivered the dumplings to Aunt Guihua’s house, they happened to catch up with their family gathering around the kitchen for dinner.
A soybean oil lamp was lit beside the pot, and two earthenware bowls were placed beside it, with a little vegetable in the bottom of the bowl.
It’s so dark that I can’t even see what it is.
“Auntie Osmanthus fragrans, are you having dinner? Just in time, I’ve got dumplings for you!”
"Ah, dumplings? These are rare things!"
Guihua hurriedly put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands and took the dumplings handed over by Yang Ruoqing.
The white and fragrant dumplings were so delicious that all the gangsters from the Osmanthus family came over and drooled with greed.
"These dumplings are so beautifully made and they smell delicious. Qing'er, if you give us so many, will your family have enough?" Osmanthus asked.
"That's enough. Auntie, you guys eat first. There are two more bowls I have to send to Aunt Dayun and Blacksmith Luo's house." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Okay, it's dark and the roads are slippery. Do you want your uncle Chang Geng to give you a ride?"
Guihua asked. Chang Geng, who was squatting at the stove eating wild vegetable porridge, immediately put down his bowl and stood up.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "No need, you can walk on the roads in the village with your eyes closed."
Yang Ruoqing sent the dumplings to Aunt Dayun's house again, and Dayun's family all ate them. After washing my feet, I climbed into bed.
Yang Ruoqing gave the dumplings to Dayun in the yard without entering the house.
"I've been busy harvesting and planting rapeseed and wheat during this period, and I haven't had time to roll out dumplings. Your younger brothers and sisters are all clamoring for a toothpaste. That's it. I'll be happy when I get up early tomorrow morning and see these dumplings. What's going on!" Dayun took Yang Ruoqing's hand and said with a smile.
Giving someone a rose leaves a lingering fragrance in your hands.
Hearing what Aunt Dayun said, Yang Ruoqing was also very happy.
“There aren’t many dumplings, so I can only give my brothers and sisters a taste. Auntie, I’ll leave first!”
“Okay, be careful on the road, I’ll take the bowl with you tomorrow. Wash it and send it over." Dayun sent Yang Ruoqing to the door of the courtyard.
"It's okay, aunt, please go back to the house!" Yang Ruoqing waved her hand towards Dayun from a distance, and her figure disappeared into the night.
“This girl is so capable, Shuzhen is blessed!” Dayun murmured, turned and returned to the yard.
The last bowl is for Tang Yazi.
Changping Village is so big that it takes three bowls of tea to get from one end of the village to the other.
Old Yang's house is at the northern end of the village, while Blacksmith Luo's house is under the old maple tree at the south end of the village.
As Yang Ruoqing walked along, most of the people in the courtyards on both sides were lying down, in the dark.
The sound insulation effect of these yellow mud house walls is really poor.
In some houses, the sound of a woman "calling for a kang" can be heard.
"Calling Kang" is a local dialect. Translated into a modern word, it is "Calling Chuang".
Yang Ruoqing concentrated on her way, but she pursed her lips and snickered.
In this ancient rural mountain village, spiritual life was poor, and entertainment hobbies were even less.
As soon as it gets dark and the lights blow out, men and women get under the covers. If we don’t do something about the things between men and women, wouldn’t it be boring for a long night?
Hurrying quickly, we finally saw the old maple tree at the south end of the village.
Under the maple trees, the small farmhouse with three thatched houses and a fence surrounding it was Blacksmith Luo’s house.
It was pitch dark in the three low rooms, but in an even lower thatched house next to the houses, there was still a faint light on.
Yang Ruoqing walked over and patted the fence door.
A tall figure walked out of the small room with the firelight on, and Yang Ruoqing recognized it as Luo Fengtang at a glance.
"Who?" He stood at the door of the hut and asked towards the fence gate.
"Tangyazi, I am the fat girl from the old Yang family." Fat girl?
Luo Fengtang was stunned.
Thinking that he heard wrongly, he raised his hand and patted his hot cheek.
"Tangyazi, what are you doing? Open the door quickly, my mother sent me to deliver something to your house."
Through a fence door, Yang Ruoqing knew clearly When he saw Tang Yazi standing at the door of the small room, he didn't come to open the door. Instead, he stood there and patted his face.
Why does this guy look like a goose?
Yang Ruoqing was just wondering when the people over there finally moved.
Luo Fengtang rushed behind the door in one stride and opened the fence door with a creak.
The moon hung on the treetops, and the bright moonlight shone down. He could see clearly that the girl standing at the door with a basket on her arm was really fat!
"Fat, fat girl, you, why are you here?"
Luo Fengtang looked down at the girl in front of him who was much shorter than him, feeling inexplicably guilty and short of breath.
"My mother made dumplings and asked me to bring you a bowl to try. Where is Uncle Luo? Are you lying down?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.
"Well, I lay down after taking the medicine."
Luo Fengtang said in a dull voice, thinking of something, he turned his tall body to the side to make way for Yang Ruoqing.
“Come in and sit down!”
“Uncle Luo is lying down. I won’t go in and disturb him. Tangyazi, please find a bowl and I’ll pour the dumplings to you. I still have to go home," Yang Ruoqing said.
"Oh, bowl, the bowl is..."
Seeing that Luo Fengtang was stunned again, Yang Ruoqing smiled helplessly, "Where is your kitchen?"
"Then..." He raised his head He pointed at the small room that was still lit by firelight.
Yang Ruoqing stepped forward and walked straight towards the kitchen of Blacksmith Luo's house.
This kid is so stupid and can’t come to his senses even after asking him something. She’d better do it herself!
When I walked into the kitchen of Lao Luo's house, I was shocked by the sight in front of me.
Next to the mottled wall, there is a stove, a single pot, and a crooked chimney that looks like it will collapse at any time.
Inside the stove, it was scorched by smoke, and the yellow mud walls were pitch black!
In the pot outside, all the dirty dishes and chopsticks after eating were piled inside, half submerged with water, and rice grains, wild vegetables, and medicinal residues were scattered everywhere on the stove!
A sour and rotten smell, combined with the bitterness of the medicine, permeated every place, pungent and unpleasant.
Fortunately, the weather is getting colder now and winter is about to begin. If this had been left in summer, flies and mosquitoes from a whole village would have to come here!
Not counting these, the ground has probably not been swept for ten and a half days, right?
There are also piles of rabbit snares, wild boar snares, messy bamboo wire hatchets and other hunting equipment.
No way to start!
In the corner of the wall, a bamboo has just been broken open, and there is a hatchet next to it. It seems that the fire has just been lit. It is Tang Yazi who is cutting arrows here!
"Fat Ya, wait a minute, I'll find you a bowl."
Luo Fengtang followed in, said something, rushed to the cabinet on the side, and pulled it open with force.
The dust mixed with the musty smell came to his face, making Luo Fengtang cough a few times.
"Tangyazi, are you okay?" Yang Ruoqing turned around and asked.
Luo Fengtang blushed and waved his hand: "The cupboard hasn't been opened for a long time, I'm afraid there is no bowl. There is one in the pot!"
He turned around and came to the pot. When he saw the dishes and chopsticks in the pot, he was dumbfounded.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head secretly, life in a family without a woman to take care of it was really a mess!
"Tangjiazi, don't look for a bowl. Put the dumplings away and heat them up tomorrow morning."
Yang Ruoqing said, looking at the only pot, she was so excited So dirty? How hot is it?
Luo Fengtang was so embarrassed that he stood by the stove with his head lowered, wishing he could find a crack in the floor to drill.
(Dear, I wish you a happy New Year, and everything goes well in the new year! New Year's Day benefits will be sent out later!)
(End of this chapter)
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