"Auntie, what's that at your feet?" Yang Ruoqing raised her chin towards the twine bag and asked.

Mrs. Sun leaned over, picked up the bag, shook it a few times, and said, "It's the red beans and rice that your aunt and I exchanged for each other. It's going to be the Laba Festival soon. Huangmao and the others have to come back. Dashunzi

Xiao Shunzi and his two brothers love Laba porridge, so I'll make it for you."

The previous generations of the Sun family were not very prosperous. Old Sun's generation had not raised any siblings except him. His only cousin also passed away a few years ago.

In the second generation, after giving birth to two daughters, the eldest Sun and Sun, they have been unlocked.

With no other choice, the eldest daughter, Sun, was left at home to recruit a son-in-law to support the family. The second daughter, Sun, married into the third room of the old Yang family.

This time, the situation improved. The eldest daughter who stayed at home gave birth to a son and a daughter, finally leaving the Sun family with a real man who could support the family.

Moreover, Dajie also passed the Juren Examination. In this era, being able to pass the Juren Examination was equivalent to turning the world around among students and having one foot in the official career.

Even though the great hero later did not continue to seek fame and only found a job as a county magistrate in the Huguang County Yamen, he was already a member of the official family and was fed by the Yamen.

Dajie could support the whole family by himself, so Huang Mao turned into an official wife and lived with Dajie in Renshang with her children.

When it comes to the third generation of the Sun family, it is even more impressive. Huang Mao belly strives for excellence and gives birth to two sons in one breath, Dashunzi and Xiaoshunzi.

"What? Are the three of them coming back early to celebrate the New Year?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Da Sun said: "Yes, it's getting cold, so it's not good to stay there. The New Year will be at the end of the month. Huang Mao sent a message last time to wait for her to come home to prepare New Year's goods."

Wang Cuilian said with a smile: "Now that the two eldest grandsons are back, the house will be lively, and you will be even busier."

Da Sun laughed and said, "Yes, yes, one child is worth ten adults. No matter how busy or tired he is, he feels happy. Look at me, I am even more energetic when making Laba porridge!"

Everyone talked and laughed for a while and then dispersed and went about their own business. It's the twelfth lunar month, and every household is busy.

If it rains, I stay at home and catch up on sewing, sewing new clothes, hats, shoes and socks for the family for the New Year.

When the weather is fine, that's even more important: washing, drying, cleaning the yard, chopping firewood...

By the middle to late twelfth lunar month, it is time to officially enter the busy rhythm of the New Year, killing New Year pigs, buying New Year goods, blowing dust, boiling New Year sugar, grinding New Year tofu...

The flavor of the New Year in the farmhouse is always so full. The adults are happy and the children are even happier. This is the month that we look forward to all year round.

The cycle begins again and again, year after year, in the blink of an eye, parents grow old, children grow up, and a new round of continuation and reincarnation will begin again, just like the grass in the wilderness, withering and growing every year, wildfires are endless, and the spring breeze blows again.

born.

It is strange to say that since Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang returned to the village, the previously noisy thieves in the village suddenly stopped.

For three days in a row, no one in the village lost anything.

As a result, Yang Huazhong dismissed the patrol team, the night curfew was lifted, and the village returned to its previous appearance.

"Everyone says that a great general is a great general. If the martial arts star in the sky comes down to earth, all the ghosts and thieves are afraid of him and can be controlled by him!"

Mrs. Liu came over to chat with Yang Ruoqing again and ate the snacks on the table.

Yang Ruoqing would never argue with Mrs. Liu over these little things. Mrs. Liu could eat any snack on the plate on the table.

But after finishing the two plates placed on the table, Yang Ruoqing would not add more.

Want to eat again? Wait until tomorrow.

"They all gave us Tangyazi to Shinhwa!" Mrs. Liu wiped the snack crumbs from the corner of her mouth and said again.

“I also heard someone in the village say that if the door god doesn’t go to town to buy anything during the Chinese New Year this year, he’ll just paint the image of Tang Yazi on it!”

Nani?

Yang Ruoqing's eyelids jumped when she heard this. These villagers were really exaggerating.

"Fourth Aunt, are they kidding?"

"It's not a joke, it's true. Whenever a person starts up, they will probably follow his example," Mrs. Liu said.

"Yes, even if they really want to paint, they can't do it. They need a professional painter." Yang Ruoqing added.

For the villagers, it is considered a luxury for them to spend thirty to five cents to buy two door gods to stick on them.

Ask a professional painter to draw Tangyazi, not to mention that Tangyazi himself does not allow it and cannot leave the country. Even if they let the painter peek at Tangyazi's face and then draw it, the painter will have to pay hundreds of dollars at least.

Money.

How about hundreds of coins? Are they willing to give it up?

Looking for someone to share?

Haha, by then all kinds of little calculations have come out.

So Yang Ruoqing just heard about it and dismissed it as a joke.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, every household is cooking Laba porridge, and those who are away from home are returning home to reunite with their families.

Mrs. Sun began to be absent-minded, standing at the door of the courtyard and looking towards the other end of the road every day.

Although she didn't say anything, Yang Ruoqing and the others knew very well that Mrs. Sun was thinking about Da'an, Xiaohua, their husband and their children.

On the Laba Festival, Mrs. Sun did not wait for Da'an and the others, but waited for Xiao'an.

"Mom, I came here specifically to drink Laba porridge."

Xiao An turned over and dismounted, holding the reins with one hand and holding Sun's shoulder with the other, smiling happily.

Mrs. Sun also had a face full of surprise. She looked at Xiao An and said, "Okay, okay, Mom has cooked a pot of Laba porridge, which is enough for you to drink."

Xiao An nodded excitedly and walked into the yard with Sun in his arms.

As the Laba Festival approaches, not only are there people selling Laba porridge in the streets and alleys of Qing'an County, but even the large kitchen of the Ministry of War has added two large pots to provide Laba porridge for everyone.

But for Xiao An, compared to the fancy Laba porridge with all kinds of dried fruits and preserved fruits outside, what he misses most is the Laba porridge cooked by his mother in his hometown.

Although it is very traditional and the materials used have hardly changed in more than ten years, it is precisely because of this that it has a familiar taste in my memory.

Entering the yard, Yang Huazhong and Yu Xingkui were chopping firewood in the yard. Old Yang was sitting in a wheelchair smoking a dry cigarette and giving instructions.

Xiao An took out the gift hanging on the horse and presented it to Old Yang as a filial piety. He rolled up his sleeves and started to help Yang Huazhong chop firewood.

Yang Huazhong is very satisfied with Xiao An's performance. Even though he works as an errand outside and eats official meals, he is still his son when he comes home. He does whatever work is available and does not bring home the same things as outsiders. Well done!

"You don't need to chop wood. You're tired of riding. Sit down, take a breath and drink some tea."

Yang Huazhong said with a smile and pulled a stool over for Xiao An to sit on.

At this time, Mrs. Sun had already brought a bowl of hot tea to Xiao An. Not only that, she also grabbed a handful of snacks and stuffed them into Xiao An's hand, "Here, calm your stomach."

Xiao An didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Mom, why do I, a grown man, still eat these? This is something for children to eat!"
Chapter completed!