Chapter 130 Chinese New Year
The sliced mutton is quickly denatured under the stimulation of boiling water.
The unique mutton smell quickly takes over the house, driving away the coldness of winter.
Yang Xiaotao stirred the mutton in the pot with a spoon. The rich mutton soup exuded a tempting aroma, making everyone in the room restless.
Yang Dazhuang stood in front of the pot, holding a big bowl in person, waiting for Yang Xiaotao to come out of the pot.
"Okay."
After tasting the salty taste, Yang Xiaotao nodded with satisfaction, then filled the bowl in Yang Dazhuang's hand, then threw the chopped green onions in and delivered it to Mr. Yang himself.
"Master, try it!"
Everyone in the circle turned their attention.
Under the oil lamp, the meat in the bowl is white and tender, the soup is also milky white, and the slices of meat look full of temptation.
"By the way, there's this."
Yang Xiaotao pretended to rummage through his backpack, and then he found a small bottle in his hand.
Put it on the table under everyone's doubtful eyes, and slowly twist it away.
"Chili noodles?"
Mr. Yang suddenly shouted happily. Without waiting for Yang Xiaotao to nod, he grabbed the bottle, twisted it open, and dug out a large piece with chopsticks.
The red and yellow chili oil was immediately poured into the bowl, and the originally milky white soup turned bright red. Mr. Yang couldn't wait to take a sip.
"Ahem! This taste is so strong! Ahem..."
"Before liberation, I followed the team to Taiyuan, and I had a bowl like this on the street."
“After so many years, many people can no longer drink!”
Bringing back memories, Mr. Yang looked depressed.
For a moment, the room felt a little sad. People who have come out of the smoke of war always have some stories in their hearts that are difficult to let go.
As a time traveler, Yang Xiaotao cannot understand this kind of thing. Perhaps the genes left in this body record the memories of his growing up years, but at this time, he cannot understand the sadness.
After a moment of silence, Yang Dazhuang on the side said, "Master, since it tastes good, drink more and drink more for them."
"Yes, drink more and drink more for the following. "Brother, drink more."
The old brothers at the table began to persuade, and Mr. Yang regained his composure, and then laughed, "You must drink more, or I will keep it for you."
"Isn't that an advantage for you?"
"Hahaha"
Everyone laughed, Yang Xiaotao handed the spoon to Shitou's wife, picked up a bowl and sat next to Mr. Yang.
Then he took out a bottle of Xifeng wine and filled it up personally, then poured a glass for several other people, and finally poured it for himself.
After a round, only the bottom of the wine bottle is left.
The wine is sweet and crystal clear.
"Master, I wish you good health and everything goes well."
"Everything goes well."
Yang Xiaotao picked up his wine glass to bless Mr. Yang, and everyone also picked up their glasses to accompany him.
"Okay, we are all happy."
Everyone took a sip, and Mr. Yang smacked his lips, "Yes, it's just better than soju."
Everyone nodded in unison, savoring the spicy taste of the wine.
As soon as I drank the wine, the atmosphere rose.
Everyone asked me something and I said something, and soon the conversation was about life, work, the past, and the future.
Yang Xiaotao spends most of his time answering questions, from the factory to the courtyard, the people around him, future plans, wages, etc. Whenever someone asks him, he answers, there is nothing to hide.
When everyone heard that Yang Xiaotao had earned so much, they felt even more proud.
Proud of the future of one’s own children.
Mr. Yang was also very happy after hearing this, and kept nodding to the people around him, "We are all top-notch people in Yangjiazhuang, and we are all heroes wherever we go."
Everyone continued to drink, and drank one glass. , the atmosphere became more enthusiastic.
Yang Xiaotao wanted to drink another bottle, but was stopped by Yang Dazhuang on the side. It was not that he could not drink, but that he wanted the water to flow.
Yang Xiaotao also knew how precious this wine was.
After drinking the wine, Shitou’s wife served a person a corn pancake, baked out of the pot, one side was golden and the other was battered black.
Yang Xiaotao reached out and took out a corn tortilla, broke it into a bowl, and soaked it in mutton soup, which was fragrant.
Seeing this, the people at the table all picked up the pancakes and ate them eagerly, each person guarding their bowls without even raising their heads.
Even the women who were helping stood at the door with bowls in their hands and began to pull.
They have never eaten so much meat and such good soup in their lives.
It was already midnight after everyone finished eating. This meal not only announced the return of Yang Xiaotao's identity, but also made the people of Yangjiazhuang regard him as one of their own.
Everyone dispersed, Yang Xiaotao talked to Mr. Yang for a while, and then sorted out the things he had brought back, including the wine that Aunt Wang asked him to bring. Mr. Yang just sighed with emotion, and then Ask him to move around more in the future.
Yang Xiaotao understood the reason and nodded happily.
The night passes and the day comes.
The most important festival of the year is approaching quietly.
On New Year's Eve, everyone celebrates the New Year.
It was almost nine o'clock when Yang Xiaotao got up. He shook his head and looked at the unfamiliar room and the furnishings in the house, but he didn't feel strange in his heart.
After running around all day yesterday, I drank some wine at night and fell asleep soon after lying in bed.
Xiaowei saw Yang Xiaotao get up and emerge from the window. Yang Xiaotao knew what he was thinking and let her play by herself.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.
But Yang Xiaotao knew that this little guy was in the yard.
When I opened the door, I heard a crackling sound. I looked up and saw Yang Shitou wearing a gray sweater, rolling up his sleeves and wielding an ax to chop down tree roots.
Yang Xiaotao ran over in surprise, "Shitou, what are you doing?"
"Xiaotao, you're up!"
"Why don't you chop some wood for firewood? You haven't eaten yet. I'll ask someone to give you a hot spot?"
"No, I ate late last night. I'm not very hungry. Let's wait for lunch."
“Where is the master?”
Yang Xiaotao looked around and found no one, so he spoke.
“It’s not the New Year, prepare to welcome the family.”
"Family hall?"
Yang Xiaotao was a little surprised. There was no such thing as feudal superstition in this era.
"It's just hanging out the ancestors so that future generations know their names. It's not interesting."
Yang Xiaotao nodded, then walked up to him and motioned for him to give it a try.
"This is not possible. You have never done this job before, so it is not easy to do."
"It's okay, I'm strong."
Yang Xiaotao took the ax and struck it at the waist-thick tree root below.
"Hey, no, no, no, you have to follow the fold, so that..."
Crack
A section of tree root was cut off, and the poplar stone opened up. mouth.
"Let me tell you, I am very strong."
Yang Xiaotao said proudly, and then slashed at the roots of the tree. Broken wood and tree roots were scattered on the ground, and a large tree root was quickly dismembered and fell into pieces.
Yang Shitou was stunned, and in the end he could only admit that Yang Xiaotao was really powerful.
After chopping the firewood, Yang Xiaotao followed the stone around the village.
The entire Yangjiazhuang is located on a plain. The land is flat and there are no difficult places to walk. The houses are well-organized and arranged vertically and horizontally. There are few livestock at home, and there is not much garbage and feces on the roads.
The two of them were wandering around the village. Many women carried sacks on their backs and went to the Nanshan Mountains to collect tree leaves and come back to make fire.
Many children were also running around and laughing. Even if their faces were red from the cold, their interest did not diminish.
Along the way, everyone basically said a few words and said hello to make them look familiar.
The first place the two of them went to was Yang Dazhuang's house, which was also the closest.
When he arrived, Yang Dazhuang was busy all day as the village chief, but his wife and three children found a house at home.
Two boys and one girl. The older boy is eight years old, the younger is six years old, and the youngest daughter is only three years old.
The three children were raised as boys, wearing relatively clean clothes and running around in the yard.
Yang Xiaotao brought some candies when he went out. After meeting the three children, he immediately took some out and gave them to them.
Although the three children were panicking, when they saw Yang Xiaotao's face, they looked at their mother who was packing the corn husks.
Yang Dazhuang's daughter-in-law, Wang Fang, is also from Gaojiazhuang next door. She was married a few years ago. She is not tall but has a stout figure, a big face, short hair that reaches her ears, and is equally bold.
He quickly greeted Yang Xiaotao into the house and took out a small bag of melon seeds to greet him.
The three children took the candy and ran outside to play excitedly.
Yang Xiaotao sat at Yang Dazhuang's house for a while and then left to go to other people's houses.
Perhaps the circle of children is too wide. The three children ran around outside and immediately spread the word about the candy.
Nowadays, Yang Xiaotao is surrounded by a group of children wherever he goes. He has no choice but to favor one and the other, and a bowl of water is not the same.
Fortunately, there are still a lot of these candies in the space. Yang Xiaotao gave two pieces to each child as a New Year's greeting gift.
In this way, the children in the whole village finally found the happiness of celebrating the New Year.
Many people also know about Yang Xiaotao. In addition to the meeting last night, Yang Xiaotao's situation was also spread among the diners. This outstanding young man was quickly remembered by the villagers.
Before noon, some aunts from the neighboring village who came over after hearing the news began to talk about matchmaking, and they were all so enthusiastic that Yang Xiaotao ran home quickly.
However, he still underestimated the enthusiasm of women in this era for the pursuit of 'love', or the pursuit of life in the city.
If you are shy, ask someone to ask. You are praised for being rare in heaven and stunning on earth.
The bold ones would come to Yang's house to visit, their eyes hooked on Yang Xiaotao, and they wanted to eat him directly.
As a man in two lifetimes, this was the first time Yang Xiaotao had foreseen this, and he couldn't help but panic.
On the other side, Mr. Yang was very happy to see Yang Xiaotao in a hurry.
Fortunately, Yang Xiaotao knew what he was pursuing, and simple beauty was not his pursuit.
What he pursues is, ahem, beauty and connotation.
After seeing off the people who were 'dropping by', the two men hung the family tree in the living room. It was a long, yellow piece of cardboard with many spaces on it, but those with names were all people who had left. .
Yang Xiaotao saw his father's name under a branch, and his mother's name next to it. He felt a little sad for no reason, but he was quickly dispelled by the New Year's atmosphere.
When he told Mr. Yang what had happened, the old man also laughed, but did not interfere in Yang Xiaotao's marriage.
He knew in his heart that Yang Xiaotao's conditions were not worthy of finding a child from the countryside.
It’s not that he looks down on rural people, he just wants Yang Xiaotao to have a better family.
This is not partiality, it is purely an old man's love for future generations.
At noon, Mr. Yang and I started to put up Spring Festival couplets. We cut the red paper into long strips, and the old people in the village began to write Spring Festival couplets.
Yang Xiaotao watched from the side. Compared with the third uncle in the courtyard, his writing was a little less literary, but it was more realistic and expressed people's aspirations.
"Love the country, love the party, love the people, work hard and fast to ensure production!"
"Build a home!"
Yang Xiaotao looked at it with a pair of Spring Festival couplets, and Mr. Yang also held a broomstick to smash the pulp The paste spread on the door, and then the two of them stuck it together.
“New year, new atmosphere, everything starts from scratch!”
“The whole family is happy.”
The two of them pasted Spring Festival couplets on the door of the hall, and then started to prepare for dinner.
At noon, Yang Xiaotao brought the rice bowl and Mr. Yang to the brigade headquarters next door. At this moment, a row of pots was pouring hot water, a group of women were busy, and children were wandering around the pots, and from time to time they came from My mother and aunt would get some food somewhere, and then they would continue playing happily.
This appearance made Yang Xiaotao fully understand what big pot rice is.
Speaking of it, eating in a factory is also a kind of big pot meal. It’s just that one asks for tickets and the other pays for food.
Of course, tickets are also issued!
But it was not easy to get this meal.
Yang Xiaotao stepped forward, and several women and aunts smiled.
Say hello, and then look at the pimple being rubbed.
The noodles on the wooden board are just some flour mixed with wheat bran, which looks gray, and you can still vaguely see raised particles.
This is worse than the 2-face noodles.
Yang Xiaotao looked around. Even with such a meal, the eyes of the people around him were still filled with joy.
A few people also recognized Yang Xiaotao, and even the meat in this meal was brought back by Yang Xiaotao.
Normally during the Chinese New Year, we don’t eat much meat.
This year, they also benefited from Yang Xiaotao.
“Don’t you know me?”
The nearby aunt opened her mouth to explain without looking at Yang Xiaotao.
"This is wheat that is beaten out of the skin. Except for festivals and when we have to work hard, we can't eat it at ordinary times."
Yang Xiaotao heard this and asked, "There is no food in the village?"
The aunt smiled and said, "If you say there is, there is actually some."
"But you have to save food."
"Isn't there enough to eat?"
"Well, it's been like this for the past few years. The autumn harvest is gone before spring."
"Everyone has to tighten his belt. , it’s the Chinese New Year, you can have a good meal.”
The aunt changed the subject, and several people around her came over to talk.
Some people ask from time to time, "You are definitely not hungry in your city, right?"
"I heard that the city specially distributes grain, and the people in the factory can eat without having to cultivate the land. What you have in the city is really good."
Yang Xiaotao listened on the side, and was not bothered by the 'city people' feel happy.
On the contrary, after knowing the current situation in the village, his heart couldn't be happy.
At noon, when the food was out of the pot, Yang Xiaotao lined up for a portion of noodle soup, took two steamed buns, and went home with Mr. Yang.
After the two men finished eating, Yang Xiaotao asked about the situation in the village. Mr. Yang sighed and said something similar to what Yang Xiaotao heard.
Thinking of the days in the village after the new year, Yang Xiaotao also felt heavy in his heart.
What can he do?
Most of the things I bought have been handed over, and the rest is just a drop in the bucket.
How difficult is it to make changes in such a big environment?
Even if all the credits are exchanged for things, Yangjiazhuang can be satisfied for a while, but what about later?
What about other villages?
Yang Xiaotao was a little confused. He looked at the bare poplar trees outside the window and finally lowered his head.
“The courtyard is too small.”