Chapter 155 I saw smoke coming from the kitchen again
“I’ve lost so much weight.”
It was about three or four o’clock in the afternoon. After Zhu Pingan returned to the yard, his mother, Mrs. Chen, took Zhu Pingan to the hospital again. After checking it several times, I came to the conclusion that I was heartbroken.
"I think Erxiao is getting fat." Father Zhu held his luggage and looked at Mrs. Chen's distressed red eyes, and said something with a flat mouth.
Father Zhu’s original intention was to comfort Mrs. Chen and not feel bad, but he didn’t expect that it had the opposite effect. This sentence annoyed Mrs. Chen. Mrs. Chen glared at Father Zhu and said, “It’s not the flesh that fell off your body. , of course you don’t feel bad!”
Zhu's father
"Mom, I didn't suffer at all outside." Zhu Ping'an comforted Mrs. Chen. After seeing the fungus and other game meats drying in the yard, he couldn't help but change the subject with a naive smile. "It's better, mother, these are all for me to dry."
"You are the only one with sharp eyes." Mrs. Chen smiled brightly.
As soon as we were settled in, the eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan came back with a big piece of meat and a look of constipation on his face.
"Why did you buy so much meat? You can't keep it today." Mrs. Chen couldn't help but scolded when she saw the boss taking such a large piece of meat.
"Mom, it's not me who wants to buy so much. It's Uncle Zhao who insists on giving so much without taking the money. What did he say about the scholar? Well, that's Brother She. The first piece of meat he ate when he came back was from his family. It was him. What an honor. I gave him money, but he chased me for half the village and stuffed it into my waist." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan looked helpless.
"How can you give it to someone for free? Go and give it to someone else." After Zhu's father heard about it, he took the meat and took a handful of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhu's pocket. In Pingchuan's hands, let him give money to others again.
"Zhao Laosan is serious. He talks about my son like a bully." Mother Chen said angrily. But there was inexplicable pride on his face.
The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan went out and came back after a while, carrying two big bones and a waist tied with a straw rope in his hand.
"I spent a lot of effort to leave the money there, but Uncle Zhao insisted on giving these two big bones and this kidney to Brother Pig to replenish his body. If I don't accept it, he won't accept the money. I I had no choice but to bring it." Zhu Pingchuan shook the bones and waist in his hand, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Then forget it." Father Zhu rubbed his hands.
"The big bones are good for making soup." Mrs. Chen took the big bones and kidneys from Zhu Pingchuan and went into the kitchen.
Not long after mother Chen entered the kitchen, she came out with a knife and went straight to the chicken coop.
Then I heard the old hen clucking.
Zhu Pingan was startled when he saw the fat old hen in his mother's hand. When I came back last time, my mother was saying that this old hen laid one more egg a day than the neighbor's old hen, so why did she want to kill it and eat it now?
"Mom, mother, don't kill the chicken. Doesn't this chicken lay a lot of eggs?" Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but ran over to stop his mother Chen. Eggs are also quite precious at home, although conditions are much better now.
The most important thing is that mother Chen has feelings for these hens raised at home. These old hens were all grown up by Chen, including vegetable leaves, small insects, shells and water plants in the river, The mother, Mrs. Chen, is very interested in raising a group of pullets. It’s not easy to raise chickens from scratch to now, especially after the hens lay eggs. Mother Chen takes great care of them. Every time when it is time to kill chickens to eat meat during the Chinese New Year, it is always the saddest time for the mother. She will be reluctant to kill the chickens, but it will not be good to celebrate the New Year if she does not kill them. She has to kill one. Which one should she kill? Chickens are unique in mother's eyes. Mother Chen always struggles with them for several days before she finally bites the bullet and lets Zhu's father catch and kill them casually. Mother Chen is reluctant to watch.
So, Zhu Ping'an was surprised when he saw his mother, Mrs. Chen, picking out the old hens that could lay the best eggs. I couldn't help but speak out to dissuade him.
"Old hens that lay more eggs need to make up for it. There are still many egg-laying chickens at home. Zhu Shouyi, come here." Mother Chen held her former egg-laying general in her hand and made two gestures with the knife. Unable to do anything, he called Father Zhu over.
"Chicken, little chicken, don't be weird, you are a dish in the world. Go early this year and come early next year."
Father Zhu knew Chen's dilemma and was happy to share Chen's worries. He took the hen and took the knife from the kitchen, sharpened the blade on the stone with water, and then recited the chicken-killing curse passed down from generation to generation. Once, he stabbed the chicken's neck with a knife, and then killed the hen cleanly and threw it to the ground, letting it struggle for a while and lie there quietly to become food.
After her mother, Mrs. Chen, handed the hen to Zhu's father, she hid in the kitchen early. She couldn't bear to see it. The mother, Mrs. Chen, waited until Father Zhu brought the clean white-striped chicken, which had been killed and stripped of its feathers and internal organs, to the kitchen. Mother Chen, the mother of the white-striped chicken, had no feelings for it and happily went to boil the fire to make soup.
After a while, the fragrance of chicken soup came from the kitchen. Zhu Pingan took a deep breath of the fragrance like he did when he was a child, and then walked into the kitchen to help his mother. On the pretext of trying it to see if it was cooked, Mrs. Chen rubbed two pieces of chicken and put them in her mouth even if they were not too hot. Her mother, Mrs. Chen, made fun of them for a long time.
The dinner was extremely rich and the portion was very large. After Mrs. Chen was ready, under Zhu’s father’s expectant gaze, she reluctantly asked Zhu Ping’an to take a large bowl of chicken and a large bowl of chicken from the pot. A piece of cooked meat is sent to the old house.
Zhu Ping'an walked to the old house holding a big ocean bowl and smelling the aroma.
At this time, the villagers were probably preparing dinner, and wisps of smoke drifted behind the houses like rising clouds. Fireworks are passed down from thousands of houses, and the smoke spreads freely, which is the most harmonious picture of life in Xiahe Village.
"Auntie, my mother is stewing chicken at home. Let's go and eat some meat at home."
On the way to the old house, I ran into Aunt Zhao, a neighbor who was usually close to her mother, Chen. Ping An took the initiative to come forward and say hello.
Aunt Zhao saw Zhu Pingan from afar, but Zhu Pingan had been away for more than half a year, and the young boy grew up very quickly. Aunt Zhao looked a bit like the second child of the Chen family who was admitted as a scholar. But I wasn't sure, and I was about to get closer to recognize him, but I didn't expect that Zhu Ping'an had already taken the initiative to say hello from a distance.
This made Aunt Zhao very happy. Not everyone could be invited home by a scholar to say hello and eat meat. Aunt Zhao felt light and airy all over.
"Master Xiao Zhu is back." Aunt Zhao smiled happily.
Master Xiao Zhu?
When Zhu Pingan heard this title, he almost fell over.
"Don't be like this, aunt. I can afford it. If you keep doing this, it will ruin my life. Just call me Xiaozhi as usual." Zhu Ping'an said with a bitter smile.
"How come? Last time everyone in the county called you Mr. Zhu." Aunt Zhao shook her head.
"That's them. Madam, you have watched me grow up since I was a child, so just call me Xiao Zhi." Zhu Pingan smiled brightly.
"You kid, I will call you Ping'an Lang." When Aunt Zhao heard what Zhu Ping'an said, she felt even more excited and smiled even more happily.
“Alas.” Zhu Pingan smiled naively.
"Where is Mr. Ping'an going?" Aunt Zhao asked curiously when she saw Zhu Ping'an carrying a large bowl of meat.
"My mother is stewing chicken at home and asked me to deliver it to the old house. Auntie, go and eat meat at home. Mother has asked you many times." Zhu Pingan explained, and then persuaded Zhao with a naive smile. Auntie went home to eat meat.
"Ping'an Lang is filial. Your family is all filial, but your grandfather is partial." Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhao felt a little sorry for Zhu Jiayuan.
"It's all over." Zhu Ping'an smiled naively, "I'll send it to you while it's hot, before dinner time. Auntie must go home."
"Then send it to her quickly. . Aunt Zhao won’t go, everything is done at home, tell your mother, I will go to your mother some other day to talk about home affairs.”
Aunt Zhao declined and waved to Zhu Ping’an to send it to the old house as soon as possible. go. (End of this chapter)