The one who fried the meatballs was Aunt Six.
I saw Aunt Liu grab the bowl full of meat filling with her hand, and meatballs squeezed out from her thumb and index finger, and then quickly put them into the frying pan.
As soon as the grease and boiling oil came into contact, there was a swishing sound, and the color changed, turning golden in a few seconds.
Aunt Liu was not in a hurry. She used a bamboo strainer to move the meatballs back and forth to prevent them from sticking together. She did not scoop them out until they were fully cooked, then placed them in a large basin beside her.
Xiao Liuzi, who was standing by, quickly grabbed a handful.
He completely ignored the heat and just stuffed it into his mouth.
"You bastard, you just sleep all day long, and when you wake up you eat secretly. I don't know who you resemble."
"Go ahead, don't get in the way, go to the lake with your father."
In Lijiatun, or Fengcheng, the wood used for pasting Spring Festival couplets is still used today.
Take a large iron pot, put some coarse grains in it, pour some water, heat it on the fire, and brush it back and forth with a brush. When the water is almost gone, the pulp is ready.
I heard that there is some glue in Haimen.
Sixth Aunt has never seen it, but she has heard from her husband that it is not easy to use in our place. When the weather gets cold and freezes, things that seem to be sticking together will fall off. Last year, two shops in the city used glue. The bottles looked good, but they were glued on at noon when they closed for business, and the bottles fell off before the firecrackers were set off on New Year's Eve. The two shop owners were so angry that they cursed their mothers on New Year's Eve.
By this year, it is estimated to be Chujiang Lake.
"I know!"
Xiao Liuzi grinned, revealing his missing front teeth.
The child is at the age of changing teeth. He is also greedy and his father spoils him, so his teeth are suffering. Two days ago, during the Chinese New Year, two candies went into his mouth and directly knocked out one of his front teeth. Since then, he has been unable to speak properly.
But you still have to feel sorry for your own children.
After a while, Xiao Liuzi came out with two more candies, and Aunt Liu didn't say anything.
It was not until her husband put on his coat and went out that she filled two paper bags with meatballs. The solid kind, each bag weighing less than a pound, were wrapped tightly with cotton.
This is for the young men on guard patrol.
Standing guard and patrolling on New Year’s Eve is a tough job, so of course the adults in the village have to remember it well.
It wasn't just Lao Li who delivered the wine.
Lao Liu also sent some gifts.
One is the shopkeeper and the other is the accountant, this is as it should be.
"Well, I'll be back in a minute."
"Make me a pot of noodle soup at noon, I'll eat it slowly, and then it'll be another fierce battle in the evening."
Lao Liu said seriously.
Aunt Six hit her husband directly.
What fierce battle?
It's still drinking.
"Go ahead, no plastic surgery."
Can beating and scolding by one’s own wife be considered beating and scolding?
That's love!
Lao Liu, upholding the glorious tradition of the men of the black soil, hummed a tune as he walked towards the entrance of the village. As soon as he walked in, he found Mr. Mo chatting with two young men at the entrance of the village.
On New Year’s Eve, standing guard is a tough job, but chatting and so on is normal.
If they were not afraid that drinking would delay things, Lao Li and Lao Liu would definitely set up a table for the young people, put a copper pot on it, and heat two pots of wine.
However, it is rare for Mr. Mo to appear here.
"Mr. Mo, good morning."
"Sixth brother, good morning."...
Goethe responded with a smile, but Lao Liu just waved his hands.
"No, you don't dare to call me brother, just call me Lao Liu. If you call me Liu Ge and the people in the village hear it, they will poke my spine."
Ever since that day when Goethe killed the wild boar, the giant tiger and the blind bear, no one dared to talk about seniority in front of Goethe, and no one was allowed to do so.
Who dares?
Then prepare to be called an ungrateful person.
He has brought such a great disaster to the village, and you let people call you brother.
How big is your face?
This is still in the village.
What if it gets outside?
People from all around the village are talking about it, look, this village is so heartless, it's like turning into a big clove of garlic, you can't marry him, you will definitely regret it if you do.
If word of this gets out, everyone in the village will want to kill someone.
This has affected future generations.
The sixth brother has a son of his own.
That is also for the purpose of passing on the family line.
He can't bear it.
The young man next to him covered his mouth and laughed.
Why?
When Lao Li and Lao Liu were in the shop, one played the good guy and the other played the bad guy.
Old Li Baimian.
Lao Liu’s face turned black.
This is not about showing off, but there must be rules in the shop, otherwise the business will fail.
So, Lao Liu is arrogant most of the time.
In addition, since he had received education in his early years, it was appropriate for Lao Liu to hold it.
Therefore, when the two young men saw Lao Liu's appearance, they both laughed.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Here, your Sixth Aunt fried it for you."
"Give some to the kids in the turret, too."
Lao Liu handed over the two bags.
"Hey, thanks, Aunt Six."
"Thank you, Aunt Six."
The two young men were also confused. They only thanked Sixth Aunt and never mentioned Sixth Uncle.
Lao Liu was too lazy to care.
He knew that the kids were doing something naughty, but their roots were good.
He stood here and confidently said that if anything happened to him outside, these kids would be the first to rush forward and fight.
Reliable at critical moments.
usually?
Just be stupid.
He, Lao Liu, is used to it.
Then, Lao Liu was surprised to find that Mr. Mo also grabbed several meatballs.
"Mr. Mo, please wait."
"I'll get it for you."
Lao Liu turned and ran.
After a while, he was rescued.
Good job.
Lao Liu came back directly with the basin.
"Eat as much as you want."
Lao Liu pointed to the basin.
"I can't eat that much, just take a little."
Goethe smiled bitterly.
He was greedy and couldn't help it.
It is impossible to really squat at the gate of the village to eat fried meatballs. The main reason is that the meatballs fried earlier are already cold at this time and are not very delicious. They have to be put together with roast pork and fried tofu, topped with scallion and ginger slices, add water and steam them in a pot. When they are out of the pot, pinch two corianders to make them delicious.
Declined twice.
Lao Liu distributed some meatballs to the young man on guard and then went back with the basin.
"Aunt Liu's fried meatballs are delicious."
"Well, my mother told me that Sixth Aunt used to be a kitchen helper in the city, so her cooking skills are pretty good."
"It is such a blessing for Uncle Six to marry Aunt Six."
"Of course not."
The young men standing guard were chatting.
Old Six is ​​gone, and the young people have begun to respectfully address him as Uncle Six. …
Goethe, who was standing by, found this interesting and asked a few more questions.
Just like before, it's all just some trivial stuff.
Some family matters.
Some rural anecdotes.
There are also some supernatural stories.
In short, you have to adapt to local customs.
In the past, Goethe didn't like listening to it and even found it annoying.
But after the emergence of the profession [Returnee], he really loved to hear these.
Maybe it's because this place is similar to 'home'.
"Let me tell you, Mr. Mo, that yellow-skinned creature is a real jerk. He relied on his magical powers to rape several girls and even stopped people to ask questions. He looked like a human or a god."
"If you say it's like a human, it can walk upright like a human, but its cultivation is wasted. If it holds a grudge, your home will be in turmoil."
"If you say it's like a god, it will immediately become an immortal, but if you speak, you will have to bear its sins, which may lead to a disaster."
As the conversation went on, it finally came back to Xian'er.
There's no way.
Who made the black soil have such unique folk customs?
"What should I do? Nothing I say is right."
The other young man was so fascinated by what he heard that he couldn't help scratching his head.
"Who says it's not?"
The person who told this story doesn’t know how to solve it, and can only grit his teeth.
Then, the two of them looked at Goethe involuntarily.
Mr. Mo, a powerful man, must know.
The two young men thought at the same time and couldn't help but ask.
"You can just say it's like a beautiful lady who is 1.7 meters tall, has curvy ponytails, is pretty, has a lot of money, is kind-hearted, and fell in love with me at first sight."
Goethe did it instinctively, he just said the dirty words directly.
The two young men were stunned.
Blinked.
As if this is all right?
"Mr. Mo, are you kidding?"
asked the storyteller.
"Of course...it's a joke."
Looking at the two young men's suspicious eyes, Goethe sighed.
It's frustrating to throw out a joke and not be able to catch it.
Besides, I've always been called sir. Am I used to it?
Why do you still have the image of an idol for no apparent reason?
Goethe thought in his heart, but his expression became serious.
He said.
"If you encounter a yellow-skinned creature asking for a title, you should say it is like a human, rather than a god. It has ascended to heaven in broad daylight, leaving you to bear the sin. Can you bear it?"
"To say it resembles a human, it has lost its cultivation. Although it can stand and walk, it is not very dangerous."
"Besides, you can negotiate with it and ask it not to come to my house to cause trouble. If you agree, I will let you go. If you don't agree, we will just lie here together today. It's better than you destroying my house."
This time, the two young men nodded repeatedly.
Obviously agree with this statement.
More admiration involuntarily appeared on his face.
Those with more honest faces kept wiping their guns.
It was as if he was saying, gun in hand, I'm not afraid of you.
I didn't consider it at all, this is a possibility in the story.
stop!
Just as the three were chatting, a whistle sounded from the artillery tower.
Someone is coming!
Still a stranger!
Today, apart from Old Li who brought Li Changhai and Li Fugui to burn incense to his godmother's tree, no one has left the village. The people who came at this time can be identified by the number.
The two young men immediately raised their firearms. …
No one reminded Goethe to hide.
In the view of the two young men, this was totally unnecessary.
Does Mr. Mo need to be reminded?
Moreover, with Goethe here, the morale of the two of them is rising.
It’s like I’m not afraid even if the sky falls.
Gradually, a convoy appeared in the two people's sight.
The team was a mixed bunch, with horses, donkeys, and mules. There were about seventy or eighty people, some holding firearms, some holding machetes, and more holding sticks and the like.
The leader was wearing a dog-skin coat with fur, a dog-skin hat, a horse whip in his hand, and a short firearm on his waist. When he was still forty or fifty meters away from Lijiatun, he shook the whip.
Bang!
"Hey, whoosh."
The donkey cart stopped steadily and the leader walked over directly.
"I am Boss Zhao from Zhaojiatun, Xiangyashan."
Before I even got close, this guy started shouting.
"It's Uncle Zhao!"
The honest boy shouted directly.
The other one also breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s New Year’s Day. Even if I’m not afraid, I don’t want to cause bloodshed or trouble.
"Looking for uncle, why did you come back so late?"
The honest boy ran over and asked.
"There was some trouble on the road. There was trouble at the Changsheng Road, so I took everyone on a detour. Fortunately, we got back on the 30th, otherwise we would have to spend the New Year on the road."
Zhao Da smiled like a northern man and pointed to the convoy behind him.
People who knew each other in the car were also shouting loudly.
When the people in the village heard the noise, they all rushed out.
"Brother Zhao, have a meal before leaving. You can catch up."
Aunt Six shouted directly.
This is not politeness, but confidence.
Lijiatun is well-known for its wealth in the vicinity, and only Lijiatun dares to say this. If it were any other village, saying this would make people laugh. If you meet someone who is really looking for trouble, he will have to sit at your dinner table as soon as he moves his butt. The host will have to accept it with a pinch of his nose, and then he will have to tighten his belt and eat bran and wild vegetables.
In the past, Lijiatun didn’t dare to do that either.
However, ever since Lao Li became rich, he has become more confident.
"No, sister."
"Everyone is eager to go home."
"Just ask for a bowl of hot water to drink."
Zhao Da has been away from home for many years, so his speech has become quite reliable.
"Look, Brother Zhao, you said it."
"Why bother asking for it?"
"Wait, I'll ask the women to bring it out."
After saying this, Sixth Aunt turned around and went back to the village. The men were all there, but they didn't need any help from them as they were already chatting with the people in the convoy. If there were smokers, she handed them a cigarette; if there were no smokers, she took out .
During the Chinese New Year, everyone is rich.
Not to mention other things, like cigarettes, which I usually can’t bear to give up.
Most of them use dry tobacco to satisfy their cravings.
By the time the women brought out the bowls and water, everyone was already lively.
After all, they are all from the surrounding villages.
If you go deeper, they are almost all related.
"Come, try the baked bun."
"The baked wowo in my house is more fragrant than baked buns and contains dates."
The enthusiasm is overflowing in front of the village, and even the wind and snow cannot stop it.
The Zhaojiatun convoy stopped for about half an hour and then got back on the road.
“After the second day of the Chinese New Year, I will come to Lijiatun to pay New Year’s greetings on the third day.”…
Boss Zhao said.
The local custom is to visit grandma's house on the first day, grandma's house on the second day, and brothers and sisters and close friends on the third day. Boss Zhao came to Lijiatun on the third day , obviously treating Lijiatun as a relative.
"Okay, I'll heat up the wine and wait for you."
This was said by Lao Li.
Just now when the Zhaojiatun convoy was drinking water, Lao Li came back with Li Changhai and Li Fugui.
"OK!"
There was an answer and a crack of a whip.
Boss Zhao is a straightforward person and doesn't beat around the bush.
The Zhao family convoy left.
Goethe stood aside and watched the convoy.
He looked at everyone who was carrying large and small bags, and carefully observed the expressions on everyone's faces.
Excitement, nervousness and unconcealable joy.
miss !
Yet I am homesick!
In an instant, Goethe's heart began to beat again, just as his heart had guided him here before. Looking at the convoy in front of him, Goethe had a feeling in his mind of streams converging into the sea and young swallows rushing back to their nests in the forest.
【Returning Hometowners. Return Home】!
The fifth level was completed instantly.
Even the sixth level is about to appear.
【Returning Home. Reunion】!
The name has come to mind, but it is incomplete.
Only the name appears, but there is no real promotion.
But this was enough to make Goethe happy.
It was a pleasant surprise.
However, Goethe immediately wanted to roll his eyes.
[Spirit of Blood Crow] saw the eldest lady of the Wang family.
With guards, driving a car.
It is obvious that he came to Lijiatun to celebrate the New Year.
Goethe subconsciously thought about how to evade the question, but the next moment he narrowed his eyes.
There are people behind the convoy.
Hu Yidao.
We are acquaintances.
However, what Goethe was concerned about was the white-haired girl next to Hu Yidao.
Goethe had seen premature graying of hair, and it was not worth being surprised about.
But this was the first time Goethe had seen a girl with white hair and furry ears.
This is?