Chapter 277 Prelude before the New Year

Winter is approaching, and the snow and wind are quietly blowing down from the north.

The stove was lit in the house, the kang was warm, the quilt was warm, and I was sweating profusely.

Jiang Wanwan bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, she was so charming that people couldn't take their eyes off her.

Half of the red robe was on the kang, and the other half fell to the ground. The glaring red formed a sharp contrast with the army green sheets. An arm as white as cream stretched out from inside and grabbed the quilt tightly.

A large hand covered the back of Jiang Wanwan's hand and interlocked her fingers with his.

Jiang Wanwan felt like she was about to pass out: "Alright...are you?"

Shen Xingjiang's arm muscles swelled with strength, his eyes darkened, and his strong waist bumped into her: "Almost."

More than 20 minutes later, Jiang Wanwan was picked up by him around the waist. Her weak arms were lifted up and placed on the kang. The man's strong and broad chest pressed against her back: "Hold on tight."

Jiang Wanwan was confused for a moment, but soon she understood why he built a wall for no reason.

It turns out...it's not for storing books for her.

It's for her use!

Her sweat-soaked hair stuck to her face, making her look innocent and pitiful. Jiang Wanwan shook her waist and tried to leave, but was held down by the man.

The corners of Shen Xingjiang's eyes were burning with lust: "Didn't Wanwan say that she liked this wall the most?"

Jiang Wanwan was too tired to speak, her throat was dry and hoarse.

I can only roar in my heart: Fuck you...

She disliked this buttress the most.

With the help of the wall, Shen Xingjiang squeezed Jiang Wanwan dry before stopping.

The room is warm.

Shen Xingjiang fetched water and they both washed up. He then took out new bedding from the cupboard and put it on. After lying down, he pulled the light cord and fell asleep while hugging Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow. As expected, she didn't get up the next day and went to Tencent at noon.

There isn't that much work to do at Tencent, so you basically don't have to go there much. Just patrol a few times a day to see if anyone is causing trouble.

Jiang Wanwan didn't come in the morning, so she felt embarrassed to go to the chicken coop. It was snowing again, so the chickens were playing around in the yard and at the foot of the mountain. The chicken coop had been swept clean, so Jiang Wanwan thought about sweeping the yard.

Uncle Zhu stopped her and snatched the broom away.

His legs used to hurt in the winter, but since Comrade Jiang came, he has done less work every month, eats better, and no longer has to worry about someone stealing things from the chicken coop to supplement their family income. Now that he has saved himself a lot of worry and effort, his legs and feet don't hurt as much in the winter.

Zhao Fengnian also stopped Jiang Wanwan from doing it: "We can do it. You accompany the factory director to do big things every day. You are already very tired. We can clean the chicken coop."

Jiang Wanwan thought that it would be less tiring to go out with the factory director, as there would be food, drinks and prestige.

"Are you going home for the New Year?"

There are quite a few chickens in the chicken coop, and there will be even more next year.

The farm is basically inhabited by families of soldiers. Zhao Da Jiao has been persuaded to return. Zhao Fengnian has no direct relatives here, as their relatives are all in the production team in the countryside. If he has to go back to spend the New Year with his family, Uncle Zhu will be the only one left in the chicken coop. Uncle Zhu is a martyr's family member and has no relatives here either.

As the Chinese New Year is just around the corner, the personnel arrangements for the New Year can be planned in advance.

Zhao Fengnian also knew that there were few people in the chicken coop, and thought that Jiang Wanwan was worried about him going home during the Chinese New Year: "I won't go home, I'll stay here to look after the chicken coop, don't worry."

Jiang Wanwan smiled and said, "That's not it. I was thinking that you could take a few days off to go home during the Chinese New Year. I'll find someone else to do this. You can stay at home until the eighth day of the New Year and then come back."

She also mentioned this matter to the factory manager. The factory manager felt that Zhao Fengnian worked very hard. He was basically the one doing the work that Uncle Zhu couldn't do. The young man was honest and had no complaints.

Jiang Wanwan: "I have mentioned this to the factory, and the factory director has approved it."

Zhao Fengnian hasn't spent the New Year with his family for a long time. Although they live close to each other, he only sees them a few times a year. He wants to go back, but he is worried about the chicken coop.

“What about the chicken coop?”

Jiang Wanwan: "I'll ask my husband's eldest brother and my uncle to come over. They'll be spending the New Year here this year, so you don't have to worry."

The military district has sufficient supplies and a lot of stuff, and it is convenient to go to the county town, so Old Mrs. Shen and Old Mr. Shen want to spend the New Year here.

Part of the reason was that the second branch of the Shen family could not enter the military area, for fear of being harassed by them again if they returned to the production team. It was a good year and it was lively and bustling. Old Mrs. Shen didn't want to hear anyone crying and howling beside her.

Jiang Wanwan also mentioned to them that if Tencent had nothing to do, they could occasionally send someone to the chicken coop to help Uncle Zhu.

Except for Wang Cuixia and her family, the rest of the Shen family are kind-hearted. Old Mrs. Shen even said that she would bring Uncle Zhu over to celebrate the New Year together.

Old Mrs. Shen also taught Guoguo and the others to respect and treat the families of martyrs well.

I also told the children the significance of being a martyr's family member, which made little Guoguo burst into tears.

When Zhao Fengnian heard this, he understood Jiang Wanwan's intentions.

She had already arranged everything, so it would be a bit weak for him to shirk responsibility: "Thank you in advance."

Jiang Wanwan smiled and said it was all trivial: "I'll go over there first."

Zhao Fengnian nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

The snow is falling harder this time.

Jiang Wanwan walked on the vast snow, looking at the mountains in the distance. It seemed like a dream or a painting. The poplar trees were a barrier against the wind and sand, and the rhododendrons were an embellishment of the summer peaks.

She walked on the snow to the Shen family and shook off the snow on her body at the door.

"Grandma, what are my sister-in-law and aunt doing in the kitchen? I see it's steaming."

Old Mrs. Shen and Old Mr. Shen were sitting on the kang drinking tea. The small kang in the farmhouse was tidied up, the quilt was neatly folded in the corner and covered with a piece of cloth to prevent dust.

There were two large enamel basins on the head of the kang, covered with curtains.

There was a faint smell of mud, grass and fire in the house, which made it feel indescribably cozy.

Old Mrs. Shen has also saved about a hundred yuan this year. She has money in her pocket and a reliable support.

Sitting here in the winter, I don’t have to worry about food for the coming year, I am relaxed and content: “Where are the boiled rice and beans?”

After boiling the rice and beans, you are ready to make sticky rice dumplings.

Making sticky rice dumplings is a major event during the Chinese New Year and one of the most important things to do in the farmyard.

Nowadays, yellow glutinous rice flour is mostly used to make yellow glutinous bean buns. The rice bean filling has a bean fragrance. There is nothing else in the bean filling, just a little saccharin. The steamed bean buns are fragrant and soft. When eating, dip them in white sugar, which is soft, glutinous and sweet. Or you can fry them in a frying pan. If you cut them, you can taste the texture of fried cakes in later generations.

Of course, there are also sticky rice dumplings that are not sticky. Mix corn flour with yellow rice flour to make them less sticky.

Old Lady Shen asked Jiang Wanwan to sit down and chat for a while: "Old Fourth came here to deliver coal slag the other day, and I heard him say that he wanted to take you to Beijing."

When talking about Beijing, the old man's eyes were full of longing.

Mr. Shen smacked the flavor in his mouth, lit the pipe and put it in his mouth. He didn't like smoking foreign cigarettes, nor did he like smoking dry cigarettes rolled with thin paper, which would make his saliva ooze after rolling. He didn't like that stuff.

He loved to smoke with a pipe. He would hold the pipe in his hand and puff on it whenever he had nothing to do, as if all his worries would disappear as he puffed and exhaled smoke.

"Beijing is a great place. Lao Si has never been there. You can take him to Tiananmen Square to broaden his horizons."