From nine in the morning to three in the afternoon, the energetic kids played football for six hours.
Wan Feng was exhausted and angry. At first, he kept correcting these guys' mistakes, but later he was surprised to find that not only did he fail to correct others' mistakes, but he was in danger of being assimilated by them.
After running all day, my appetite increased significantly at night. A steamed bun weighed about 300 grams, and I finished two in a row.
After dinner, Wan Feng lay on the warm kang like a happy pig.
His mother was called away to help make dumplings, and his younger brother and sister had already disappeared after dinner, leaving only Wan Feng and his father at home.
My father used a deck of cards to set up a game called Five Roads to Heaven.
This poker game is very similar to the card game that comes with your computer system.
When he was a child, Wan Feng thought that as long as he picked up the poker, he could go to heaven, because every time his father picked up this kind of game, he would excitedly wait for the opportunity to go to heaven.
Now I think about how naive and ridiculous this idea was.
Jin Xingbin and Xu Jinguo came running over stealthily.
"Let's go steal some dumplings. There are four or five families in our company making dumplings tonight. Let's steal some dumplings and cook them."
Wan Feng had no interest in cooking dumplings. Given his current state, he might not even look at someone who brought him a plate of dumplings.
My stomach was already full and there was no room for dumplings.
But it’s not wrong to recall the fun of stealing dumplings.
When going out to the fields, I put on shoes and a cotton jacket, found an old man's hat that could be put over my head and put it on, and then put on a cotton hat on the outside.
The old man's hat is used to prevent people from recognizing who he is, and the cotton hat is used to hold dumplings.
Daonan is making dumplings at Zhong Yixiang's house tonight. His house is the first one to the west of Wanfeng's house. This is why Zhong Yixiang and his brother did not come out tonight.
It would be easy for them to steal the dumplings from his house, and it wouldn't be a problem to ask for a curtain later. So Wan Feng and his men set their sights on the people in Daobei.
The night temperature in the Lesser Khingan Mountains is now between minus 15 and 20 degrees Celsius. This is not the coldest time. Before or after heavy snow, the night temperature is usually below minus 20 degrees Celsius, and in some weather it can reach around minus 30 degrees Celsius.
It doesn't have to be minus 30 degrees Celsius, just minus 20 degrees Celsius. Cover the wrapped dumplings with a curtain and put them outside. They will be frozen harder than stone in no more than ten minutes.
The custom of making frozen dumplings has been around for many years and no one knows when it was passed down.
Frozen dumplings usually don’t contain much filling. If they are filled too full, they will freeze and crack, and then turn into soup when cooked.
Because dumplings usually require little filling, they are usually made by pinching the dough. Put the filling on the dough, close your hands and pinch it.
Therefore, it is very quick to wrap a curtain in a few minutes, but when there is no room in the house, it must be taken outside to freeze.
Making dumplings became a custom, and stealing dumplings naturally became another auxiliary custom.
The formation of this custom seems to be related to the educated youth more than ten years ago. When local people were making frozen dumplings during the Chinese New Year, these educated youth would steal them and eat them.
At first, the situation was tense, like catching a thief. But later, when the people found out that it was the educated youth who stole the dumplings, they probably felt sorry for the children whose parents were not around, so they no longer treated it like a thief. Instead, when they found the educated youth leaving, they took the initiative to give them some dumplings and asked them to take them back and eat.
Gradually, a custom was formed where stealing dumplings was not considered stealing. If you couldn't steal them, you could ask the owner for them.
Later, the educated youth returned to the city, but this custom was preserved.
Because there are so many dumplings to make, most people hire several people to make them. Those who roll the dough, those who make the dumplings, and those who take the dumplings out form an assembly line.
For people like those in Dongshan, one sack of dumplings is not enough for almost every family. Some families make two sacks and usually ask more than ten people to help. It is as lively as the New Year.
There is probably no other place in the world where dumplings are packed in sacks except this region.
Wan Feng and his two companions were lurking like spies.
The first family is Pan Dagouzi's family. He has four brothers, named Dagouzi, Ergouzi, Sangouzi and Sigouzi. The eyes of these four brothers are as big as copper bells.
At first glance, you can tell that there is really no sign of added water in the dumplings.
Wan Feng observed for a few minutes and thought that there was no chance for his family to take action. The four brothers carried the food out of the house in pairs, while the other two watched outside. After it was frozen, it was directly put into the sacks in the shed. There was no window period in between.
"His place doesn't work, let's try another one."
The second family was Lin Laixian's, but Wan Feng did not pay attention to them because they were dirty.
His family has a large population, three boys and three girls, and their home is not much better than a pigpen. Wan Feng doesn't think the dumplings in his family are fit for human consumption, at least he doesn't think he can swallow them.
Finally they turned a street and came to Yan Tongwen's house.
Yan Tongwen has only two children, the eldest is a daughter and the younger is a son. His son has some problems with his eyesight, which he has had since childhood.
The ones watching the dumplings outside Yan Tongwen's house were Yan Tongwen's son Yan Yi and two children from his neighbors.
If Yan Tongwen's daughter Yan Su does not have any problems, she will be Wan Feng's classmate at Dalinzi.
Yan Yi looks about thirteen or fourteen today, and the two children are about the same age.
These three guys ran into the house to warm up every few minutes, and hid in the house to warm up every few minutes.
It's his house.
Wan Feng found a stick about 1.2 meters high, sneaked into the Yan family's yard and hid in a dark corner.
The light bulb outside the Yan family's house was about 15 degrees, very dim, which allowed Wan Feng to sneak to the side of his chicken coop very easily.
When the three guys from the Yan family ran into the house to warm up again, Wan Feng rushed over like an arrow and hit the door handle with a stick.
If a door that opens from the inside out is blocked from the outside, there is no way to open it.
Holding the door, Wan Feng waved his hand, and Jin Xingbin and Xu Jinguo slipped out like two mice to the pile of firewood where the frozen dumplings were, and quickly swept the two covers of dumplings into their hats.
There are some rules to stealing dumplings. You can't just steal as many as you want.
Usually they would steal one or two curtains made of millet stalks, but no more than two curtains at most.
Stealing dumplings within this range is a custom and does not count as stealing.
But if you go beyond this bottom line, it would be considered stealing.
Just when Jin Xingbin and Xu Jinguo had finished sweeping two covers of dumplings, someone came out of the room and pushed the door but it didn't open.
Wan Feng hid by the door and waved to the two guys, and Jin Xingbin and Xu Jinguo ran away like rabbits.
After the two guys ran away, Wan Feng kicked the stick that was blocking the door away, then turned around and ran out of the yard like a flash, disappearing into the night.
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