364 Beijing New Year's Eve
On the morning of the 29th, Ping An took everyone to the farm and told Zheng Shitou and his wife to lock the door and go to the farm to celebrate the New Year the next morning.
A large restaurant was built on the farm. He designed the round table himself, which could seat ten people at each table. All ten tables were full.
A few days before the New Year, the village slaughtered two pigs and pickled them all into bacon. The two more pigs slaughtered today will be eaten fresh during the New Year.
As soon as they arrived, two fat pigs that had already been tied up with ropes were stabbed. The pig blood was collected in large buckets without any waste. After adding some salt to precipitate, it would become nutritious blood tofu.
None of the three had ever seen a pig being slaughtered, so it was very novel to them. There were many farmers' children gathered around, all of them smiling, clean and tidy, with rosy faces.
"Ping'an, your place is really like a paradise, and it can also be considered the most humane village." Wang Qing smiled as he looked at the young man in front of him.
It is this most humane young man who enables him to live healthily today and have his own dreams.
Huo Zhi laughed and said, "Brother Wang, I was a little too stubborn back then, and the eldest master still doesn't like me very much. But the first time I saw Ping An, I gave him the jade pendant as a gift, and he also gave me a dagger.
It is hard to explain the fate between people. For example, if these farm children had not met Ping An, they would have worn the most tattered clothes and eaten the worst food. How could this be possible? The children of the common people in the city are all the same."
Ping An raised the corner of his lips and said, "Brothers, please stop praising me, or I might disappear in a moment.
Speaking of fate, you and I are good brothers in this life. No matter where we are in the future, we must cherish this fate. Let's go to the main courtyard to drink some tea and have a bowl of pig-killing soup at noon. "
He turned to Erqiang, Lin Feng and the others and said, "After the pig is slaughtered, you guys should send 20 kilograms of meat to the master, the master and the Chang family, and send a basket of vegetables to each family, and 100 eggs to each family. Oh, and send one portion to the Zhang family and the Hao family as well."
Ever since he taught the farmers how to raise earthworms and feed them with alfalfa, the farm can now collect more than a hundred eggs a day, and they can raise an extra two hundred next year.
Now, with about a hundred people under his command, he basically doesn’t have to spend money on food every day, and he can even sell a lot of it to restaurants in exchange for other daily necessities.
The three of them arrived at the study in the front yard.
Xiao Ming brought some snacks.
Ping An called him, "Xiao Ming, how is your martial arts training these days? If you are doing well, I will take you out in the first month of the year, otherwise you can stay at the village."
He likes this little guy very much. He is smart and hardworking. If he is trained well, he will definitely be more useful than Jixiang in the future.
Xiao Ming was anxious: "Master, Master Xiao Wu said that I learned faster than Er Qiang and the others did back then. I didn't fall behind even when it rained or snowed."
He had heard that the young master would go out with the eldest son on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month next year and would not be back for half a year.
He must go with him.
"Got it, let's go out and play."
"Yes, Master."
Wang Qing smiled and said, "You like this child."
Ping An nodded: "He is less than ten years old, very hardworking and smart. His brother is good at medicine, but this child likes martial arts. These people of mine are all good, and they will basically follow me for the rest of their lives."
Huo Zhi's face was full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"I have a lot of people, but there are very few people you want to keep with you for the rest of your life."
Ping'an and Wang Qing both laughed.
Wang Qing's family was not short of money, and they had many servants at home, but like Huo Zhi, there were no two of them that he was particularly satisfied with.
At noon that day, Sun Sicheng and the other five families received a basket of pork, a basket of eggs, and a basket of vegetables.
Sun Sicheng and Sun Wen were both very happy. The disciple was caring and thoughtful. Things were secondary. This kind of heart was the most precious.
Chang Chunfeng was naturally very satisfied. He took the two children and pointed at the things and told them again and again: "These are all sent by your brother."
Unfortunately, his daughter's words made him lose interest: "Dad, can't we buy these at the market? We have money."
Chang Chunfeng sighed, "Jin'er, this is a gift from your brother. It's different from something you bought. Have fun with your brother. Dad has something to do in the study."
Zhang Jinyu was just about to come over, and naturally heard these words. Jin'er will be four years old soon, and she needs to be taught some social skills at the beginning of the year.
Just one sentence made my husband unhappy.
But my husband, why bother arguing with your daughter? Although she is young, what she said is true. It is true that you can buy it at the market, but the meaning is different. Can't you just teach her?
I wonder if Ping An has been sent to her parents’ home?
Early morning of the 31st.
Ping'an got up early and prepared offerings for those who needed to worship their ancestors. They went back to find a place, knelt down and worshiped facing the direction of their hometown, burned some gold ingots and paper money, burned some incense and candles, and brought some fruits, vegetables and rice with them.
Lin Feng, Yuan Qing, Tong Lin and the others all went out carrying things, and came back with red eyes after a while.
But Ping An knew that they would feel much better after the worship. Humans are advanced creatures with emotions, and he would do everything he could for them.
As soon as noon comes, the New Year’s Eve dinner begins.
The room was full of people, all wearing new clothes and smiling happily.
Ping An just said a few simple words and asked Er Qiang to distribute red envelopes to everyone along the table. Regardless of age or gender, everyone received five silver leaves, which was equivalent to five cents of silver.
If a family has five or six people, that would be three taels of silver in red envelopes, which is a lot.
Even Huo Zhi and Wang Qing received a silver leaf wrapped in red paper. This kind of satisfaction was not something that five cents of silver could bring. Both of them carefully put the red envelope into their arms.
There is a big iron pot on each table, filled with a mixed dish of meat and vegetables, with a fragrant aroma. There are also a few stir-fried dishes on the side. There is white wine on the table, as well as sweet wine for women and children to drink.
"Let's eat," Ping'an took the first chopstick.
Soon everyone started eating. The big restaurant was full of warmth. There was no majesty of the master and the servants were submissive. It was just like one big family, everyone talked and laughed, ate food and drank wine with big mouthfuls.
This meal took an hour.
Wang Qing and Huo Zhi followed him back to the city. Wang Qing had no relatives in the capital. In the Zhou Dynasty, people would visit only the closest relatives during the first few days of the first lunar month, and outsiders did not need to pay New Year's greetings. He planned to study hard, as he would have to take the spring examination in just one year.
Huo Zhi had to go to his own home and wait, and his shopkeepers in the capital would also come to wish him a happy new year.
After safely sending Wang Qing and Huo Zhi home, he took Lin Feng and Fang Wu to the Chang family's new house.
At that time, Chang Chunfeng had already been looking forward to it for a long time.
"Dad, are you getting impatient?"
"No hurry, no hurry. It's still early."
A childish voice rang out: "Today is Chinese New Year, why are you still coming to my house?"
"Jin'er, don't talk nonsense. Ping'an, Jin'er is young and doesn't know much. Don't be angry with her." Zhang Jinyu hurriedly apologized with a smile.
Chang Chunfeng's face turned pale: "He is your elder brother, and this family also belongs to him."
Jin Er started to cry in fear: "This house belongs to us. It belongs to my parents, my brother, and me. Wuuwuwu."
Ping An smiled and said, "Jin'er, don't cry. Dad didn't scold you. Look what this is. Brother brought you a gift. Do you like it?"
If it was Xier, she would never say such words to him, even if it was a small matter.
Jin'er took the box given to her, opened it and saw a small golden butterfly inside. It was so beautiful and she liked it.
Little Yan'er was not willing to be left behind. He opened the box given to him. Inside was a golden bird strung with a red string that could be hung around the neck. He asked his mother to help him hang it on the spot.
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