Rebirth of farming for a living

Early in the morning, Li Qiuyan was awakened by the sound of firecrackers and the sound of beeps.

Li Qiuyan got up and saw that Awang was dismantling a bunch of firecrackers and playing with them one by one with small whips.Li Qiuyan said with a tigerish face: "This lead is set very quickly. It is too dangerous for you to play with this."

Awang stuck out his tongue: "Sister, I won't hold it, I will put it on the ground."

Li Qiuyan felt relieved when he saw that Awang still had a long lit incense stick in his hand, which was quite far away.

There were quite a few accidents involving firecrackers in the past life, let alone the three-no products at this time, so Li Qiuyan was really worried.

Li Qiuyan opened the curtain and entered the kitchen, feeling a rush of hot air hitting his face.

Wang and Li Xiangnan each had a wooden block, one was chopping vegetables and the other was chopping meat. They were chatting and laughing while chopping, which was quite cozy.

Li Qiuyan's expression warmed up. Seeing Li Qiuyan come in, Wang said angrily: "Sluggard, there is hot water on the stove. Wash your face quickly. Your rice is still covered in the pot."

Li Qiuyan took the basin, poured hot water into it, and wiped his face with a towel. His pores were instantly refreshed.

Lifting the lid of the pot, there was a bowl of porridge and a boiled egg inside, which were still warm.

Li Qiuyan cracked open the egg skin and finished eating slowly.

"Can I help you with anything?" Li Qiuyan asked.

"No, you can go ahead and play." Li Xiangnan dismissed her.

Li Qiuyan smiled. He hadn't gone out to play in some days. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds and went to find Yingzi.

When Awang saw Li Qiuyan going out, he also took his precious little whip, Peipianpidian, with him.

Yingzi's house is equally busy. Grandma Wu is directing Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu to chop vegetables.

Seeing Li Qiuyan and Awang coming, Grandma Wu took out a handful of candy bars and gave them to them.

Li Qiuyan hurriedly waved his hands and went into the room to find Wu Ying.

Yingzi was in the house and was so happy when she saw Li Qiuyan coming. She ignored Awang and Acai who were muttering together and pulled Li Qiuyan away.

"Yanyan, do you think my clothes look good?"

Li Qiuyan followed Yingzi's gaze and saw a set of yellow floral clothes on the kang.

This year, the Wu family's life has been better. Aunt Wu also made a new set of clothes for Yingzi, and Yingzi is admiring it.

"It looks good." Li Qiuyan said sincerely.

Yingzi smiled and said, "I think it looks good too. I'll put it on after dinner tonight."

Li Qiuyan threw cold water: "New clothes are for the first year of junior high school. You don't have to worry about being scolded for wearing them today."

Yingzi disagreed: "We have finished eating, and we are not afraid of getting dirty. Let's wear new clothes and go play together."

Li Qiuyan smiled and agreed.

Seeing that it was getting late, the active younger members of the Wu family began to deliver food here, and Li Qiuyan also hurriedly took Awang back.

Sending food is also an old tradition in the village.

Every New Year's Eve, no matter how poor the younger generation is, they will stew a pot of cabbage with tofu in it.

Before lunch, I took out a few bowls, put a few fried meatballs on them, topped them with cabbage and stewed tofu, and then covered them with a few slices of cooked and steamed fatty meat.Send them door to door to relatives in the family who have elderly people.

The meat is sliced ​​thickly, boiled first and then steamed, making it very soft and tasty.Just suitable for the elderly to eat.

After Li Qiuyan learned about this tradition, he was quite surprised.

Little children.

In such an ordinary and even somewhat poor small village, the villagers still have such awareness.

Li Qiuyan took Awang home, and when he arrived at the door, he saw Li Xiangnan returning with a few empty bowls.

Li Xiangnan joked when he saw the two of them: "I thought you were eating at Wu's house today."

Li Qiuyan and Awang laughed.

The three of them entered the door, and Mrs. Wang had already served the rice.

Each person had a small bowl of stewed cabbage, along with the hot steamed buns. Li Qiuyan didn't want to eat the fatty meat slices, so he put them all into Li Xiangnan's bowl.

Li Xiangnan drank all the cabbage soup.

Lunch was dealt with in this way, and I started making dumplings in the afternoon.

The custom in Lijiazhuang is to have a meal of dumplings in the afternoon and then the New Year’s Eve dinner in the evening.