Song Dalong's family watched from the sidelines, filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Li Zhen wished she could snatch the meat from Fang Jie's hand.
Old Mrs. Song glared at Fang Jie as she took out her money.
She believed that the money Fang Jie had was given to her by Song Darong.
She wrote to Song Darong twice, asking him to send money back, but so much time has passed and she hasn't received a single penny; it turns out she gave it all to Fang Jie.
He married a wife and forgot his mother; what an ungrateful wretch!
Old Mrs. Song cursed Song Darong and Fang Jie a thousand times in her heart.
Fang Jie took out the money, threw the meat into the basket, slung the basket over her shoulder, and took her three children home.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua, their eyes fixed on the meat in their baskets, walked along the road with great pride.
Of all the families in the village, theirs bought the most meat.
Other kids envy them.
After Song Dalong's family finished their pig-slaughtering feast, they noticed that everyone else had bought meat, even those who bought less had bought a pound, but they hadn't bought a single ounce.
I kept watching until half a pig was sold out.
Song Guoqiang: "Have you finished looking? Now if you want to buy, I have nothing to sell. Go home."
He gets annoyed just looking at that family.
Old Mrs. Song awkwardly led her family home.
Fang Jie went home and hung up the pork.
Looking outside, he saw that it was snowing again and sighed.
Song Fanxing knew what she was thinking; she was definitely wondering when their father would come back. There were only three days left until the Lunar New Year, and she wondered if her father would be able to return this year.
The next morning, Song Fanxing heard the sound of chopping meat coming from the kitchen.
Fang Jie cut half of the meat, chopped it into filling, and prepared to make dumplings.
Song Fanxing leaned closer and asked, "Mom, what kind of dumplings are you going to make?"
Fang Jie smiled and asked in return, "What kind of filling does Xingxing want?"
Song Fanxing scratched her head. As a southerner, she didn't eat dumplings during the Spring Festival and rarely ate them on ordinary days, so she really didn't know how many kinds of fillings there were.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Pork and celery?"
Fang Jie was in a dilemma, "Xingxing, we don't have any celery at home."
"Mom, I have one."
As she spoke, Song Fanxing quickly conjured up a bunch of celery.
During this time, she collected many more seeds, and the space was filled with a variety of vegetables.
Fang Jie was no longer surprised or shocked by her daughter's sudden appearance of something, and calmly threw the celery into the basin.
"Okay, I'll make pork and celery dumplings. Since there's plenty of meat, I'll also make some pork and cabbage dumplings, pork and sauerkraut dumplings, and some three-delicacy dumplings. We can take turns eating them. We have plenty of eggs at home. If you get some chives or zucchini for Mom, Mom can make you chive and egg dumplings and zucchini and egg dumplings. They're really delicious."
Fang Jie spoke fluently and at length.
Song Fanxing replied, "Mom, we have chives, but not zucchini. I'll plant some seeds next time I find some."
After she finished speaking, she conjured up a bunch of tender chives.
Fang Jie couldn't help but say, "Xingxing, your space is really a treasure chest, it has everything."
"Yes, Mom, just tell me what you want, and I'll figure it out."
Fang Jie felt both bittersweet and proud. She must have accumulated so much good fortune in her past life to be enjoying it now with her daughter. Probably no one in the world is as blessed as she is.
Fang Jie got up early and had already prepared the dough and let it rest. She also prepared several kinds of fillings before starting to wrap the dumplings.
Breakfast was, of course, dumplings.
Fang Jie first made chive and egg dumplings. Chive and egg dumplings don't freeze well, so they taste best when made fresh.
They also made pork and celery filling.
A large plate of each was cooked, and the steaming dumplings were served, looking incredibly tempting.
Song Fanxing took a bite of the chive and egg dish.
Thin crust, generous filling, and a delicious, savory flavor – absolutely delicious!
Pork and celery is also delicious.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua devoured the dumplings one after another, and soon the two plates were gone.
After breakfast, Song Yaohui volunteered to wash the dishes, while Fang Jie continued making dumplings.
After Fang Jie finished wrapping the bamboo dumplings, Song Yaohui and Song Fanxing took the dumplings to the yard, poured them onto a thin sheet of paper that had been laid out beforehand, and spread them out one by one, using the low outdoor temperature to freeze the dumplings quickly.
Fang Jie was quick and capable, wrapping dumplings from morning till night, making more than 1,000 in total, which filled the entire courtyard and was quite a sight.
She did everything herself, from rolling out the dough to wrapping the filling.
Song Fanxing tried to help several times but ended up making things worse, so she gave up. Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua also didn't know how.
Song Fanxing was worried that Fang Jie would get too tired, so she gave her some spiritual spring water to drink several times during the process. Fang Jie was still full of energy after making more than 1,000 dumplings.
The next day, the dumplings outside were completely frozen.
Fang Jie picked up the dumplings and put them into a bamboo basket that had been washed beforehand, covered it with a lid, and placed it directly in the yard. When it was time to eat, she would just pick some out and cook them.
For breakfast, the family ate dumplings again.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua thought they would be ecstatic if they could eat dumplings every day.
It's so delicious!
It was still snowing outside, and the yard was covered with a thick layer of snow. It was time to deliver the eggs again, and Fang Jie set off for the county town with 200 eggs on her back.
The leaders of the supply and marketing cooperative had been eagerly awaiting her eggs, and a long queue had formed at the entrance.
Fang Jie was a little confused. What was going on?
When the leaders of the supply and marketing cooperative saw her walking from a distance with a basket on her back, they quickly went to greet her.
"Oh, you've finally arrived! Everyone's waiting for your eggs; look how long the line is."
Fang Jie was startled. "What? They're all waiting for me? Oh no, waiting for my eggs?"
"Yes, your eggs are very popular. These are all regular customers who insist on buying your eggs."
Upon hearing that everyone had been waiting for a long time, Fang Jie quickened her pace and headed towards the supply and marketing cooperative.
As soon as Fang Jie arrived at the door, she was surrounded by a group of people.
The supply and marketing cooperative leader hurriedly said, "Don't rush, everyone, make way and let our sales staff finish counting the eggs before you buy them."
No one made a move, afraid they wouldn't be able to buy any, so they were waiting to buy some eggs for the New Year.
It took the leader and several sales staff working together to carry the basket of eggs into the house.
As soon as the inventory was finished, customers crowded around to buy.
These people all have tickets. Those with more tickets can buy more, while those with fewer tickets can only buy one or two kilograms.
Even so, the eggs were quickly sold out.
Fang Jie was overjoyed to see how popular her family's eggs were.
The leader of the supply and marketing cooperative handed her 10 yuan and reminded her not to forget to deliver eggs during the Spring Festival.
Fang Jie nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, I won't forget."
It snowed for two consecutive days, and the entire Songjiatun was covered in snow.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua pulled Song Fanxing into the yard for a snowball fight.
Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, and Fang Jie is preparing the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen.
The three siblings were having a good fight when there was a knock on the courtyard gate.
The three became alert.
Song Yaohua: "Could it be my second uncle and the others?"
Song Yaohui also had doubts and was about to move a ladder to climb up the wall to take a look when a deep voice came from outside.
"Star, open the door, Daddy's home."
The three of them were delighted, and Song Fanxing ran to open the door.
Dressed in a green military uniform, Song Darong stood outside the door, exuding an air of righteousness.
But... he was also holding a little baby's hand.
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