"The hanged man is the biggest one. I heard that he becomes a bad man after he dies, and there is a rope around his neck."

Mrs. Tan said with some horror, subconsciously raised her hand to touch her arm, which made her feel a little cold.

Old Yangtou shook his head, picked up the tobacco stick at hand, put it back into his mouth, and started smoking.

Mrs. Tan groped her way to the Eight Immortals table and began to collect the gifts sent by several rooms.

Hide what should be hidden and block what should be blocked.

He kept everything that should be reserved for Meier and was very busy.

…

The twelfth lunar month is a busy year.

In the morning, the sun is fine.

Yang Ruoqing helped Sun kill and wash fish at the well in the backyard.

These fish were all bought by Yang Huazhong from the town early in the morning. They were all grass carp.

Each one weighs five or six kilograms, so I bought seven or eight of them and brought them home.

"Qing'er, are these grass carps used to make salted fish?" asked Sun while slaughtering them.

Yang Ruoqing was also very busy. When she heard this, she glanced at the fish in the big basin at her feet.

"Save one of the largest grass carp and braise it freshly for lunch, and make the rest into salted dried fish," she said.

Sun said: "Okay!"

"Take out all the roe from the fish's belly and cook it together with the fish pieces at noon." Yang Ruoqing warned again.

Sun smiled and nodded.

The mother and daughter killed the big fish, cleaned it, and then cut the three-dimensional fish into a plan view.

Spread salt inside and out, and use the prepared bamboo skewers to hold the sides of the fish.

Finally, tie a thick hemp rope to the fish mouth and hang it on a horizontal bamboo pole in the yard to dry.

Watching these big fish being hung up, under the warm sunshine of the twelfth lunar month, the few scales that have not been scraped off glow with a faint golden light.

Yang Ruoqing was very happy.

Ms. Sun was even more delighted.

"My life is so easy now, it's like I'm dreaming." Mrs. Sun couldn't help but said.

"In the past, I would have never dreamed that we would be able to pickle so many salted fish during the Chinese New Year."

"I remember one year during the Chinese New Year, before the family was separated, there was a crucian carp as long as chopsticks on the New Year's Eve dinner."

"Your milk won't let everyone take off the chopsticks. You say you want to save it for relatives who come to visit you on the first and second day of the first lunar month. Oh!"

Remembering the bitterness and remembering the sweetness, Mrs. Sun shook her head slightly, with a look of emotion on her face.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and looked at the big fish, her lips curved in pleasure.

"These fish have been dried and turned into salted fish. If you keep them properly, you can eat them until April!" she said.

Sun nodded in agreement.

"By the way, Qing'er, will the sausages still be filled this year?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Give it, I will definitely give it!"

Mrs. Sun said: "That's good. Last year our family didn't stuff much sausage, and we didn't even let you and the others taste it. This year we'll stuff more sausages."

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily: "Mom, don't worry about this."

"I've already said hello to my aunt, I want all those pig farms."

Sausage is a good thing, and several younger brothers and sisters in the family love to eat it.

Sending it to several restaurants to make ingredients is another highlight to attract customers.

The mother and daughter returned to the well and chopped the big grass carp they were going to burn at noon into small pieces.

I planned to cook a pot at noon, and then send a bowl to Gapo, Lao Yangtou, Blacksmith Luo, Chang Geng and Daniu.

"Mom, sister, there are many outsiders coming to our village..."

Xiao An and others came to the backyard jumping up and down, shouting excitedly.

Mrs. Sun raised her head and glanced at Xiao An lovingly: "Come here when you are here. You are sweating from running around. Come here quickly. Mom will wipe it for you."

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and asked Xiao An: "What kind of foreigners are they? Whose house are they going to?"

Xiao An said: "Lao Gao, Lao Da, and an old uncle. They went to Uncle Li Zheng's house."

Lao Gao? There is also an old uncle?

Yang Ruoqing suddenly remembered the caravan from Daliao that she met in Wanghai County a few days ago.

At that time, the leader, the old man surnamed Yan, was asking her how to get around Changping Village!

I wanted to ask something more, but Xiao An, who had wiped his sweat away, had already cheered and ran to the front yard again.

Forget it, let's go take a look later when we have time.

Then wash the fish.

Mother and daughter came to the kitchen to cook fish, when Yang Huazhong just came back.

The man had just come from the village and knew about this.

"I heard from them that they are a group of merchants from the Liao Kingdom in the north. They are at Li Zheng's house right now."

"Uncle Li Zheng invited several elders from the village to accompany him. By the way, he also invited Mr. Qing'er and little old Yangtou from the south of the village."

The man told his wife and daughter in the kitchen exactly what he heard.

Mrs. Sun was surprised, "What are those merchants from the Liao Kingdom doing in our village? Is there something big going on?"

Women are timid and have been frightened by many things in the past.

When I suddenly heard about this, I couldn't help but think about the bad aspects.

Yang Huazhong said quickly: "Mother Qing'er, don't panic."

"Look at those merchants, they all look kind and friendly. Li Zheng even invited several village elders to come, maybe they want to build bridges and pave roads for us!"

The man quickly comforted him.

Sun was half convinced and half doubtful.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing, who had been silent, said: "Mom, don't panic, I also thought of going together with dad."

Then, she told the couple about her encounter with the old man named Yan a few days ago.

"Maybe they came to our village," she said.

…

Fish is roasted in a big pot and cooked using the most original farm method.

Salty and spicy, it brings out the deliciousness of the fish soup.

Guessing that the fish was almost cooked, Mrs. Sun found several bowls and filled them with fish pieces, fish roe and soup.

Going to give it to some relatives and friends.

The back house of Lao Yang's family.

When Yang Ruoqing brought the fish, Tan was sitting at the door of the east wing basking in the sun, but Old Yang was not there.

"Miscellaneous, my father hasn't come home yet?" she asked.

Mrs. Tan said angrily: "Who knows, I was called by Li Zheng in the middle of the morning. He knew that he was going to say something, but he didn't even let him come back to eat..."

Yang Ruoqing was not interested in chatting with Mrs. Tan, so she told her about the fish and turned back.

The family had a sumptuous lunch, a feast of fish.

At night, Lao Yangtou sent Yang Yongqing to deliver a message.

"Third uncle, I want you to go to the old house quickly. If you have something to say, the sooner the better!"

After saying these words, Yang Yongqing ran away.

Yang Huazhong and Sun looked at each other.

Yang Huazhong frowned: "Didn't we just hold a family meeting last night? It's so urgent, what happened?"

Mrs. Sun was also confused.

Yang Ruoqing said: "You'll know if you go and see it. Come on, Dad, let's go there together."

Mrs. Sun stayed at home to take care of Da'an and Xiao'an. The father and daughter entered the village carrying lanterns.
Chapter completed!