"After the big day, let the children eat their fill, and heat up the steamed buns for the elders, and let them eat as much as they can!" The old man has spoken. If they can't eat enough this morning, they won't eat enough tomorrow! The old man is particular about this.
Xiulan and Chunni quickly heated up the buns, while Xinghu and his brothers looked at their mother with shifty eyes!
Liu Cuihua was not reluctant to give her sons food, but she was really too distressed. The old men ate all the food in one meal, and it was still not enough! How big a landlord must be to support these old men with big bellies!
Wu Zhiqiu also sighed. They were all young and strong men. They were all able to eat when they were full. At that time, there was no oil or water. The fried dough twist made them eat as much as they could. After eating ten or eight, they were only half full.
We were still too poor. If it were in the future, we would just eat as much as we can. No one would think it’s too much.
After a while, another large bowl of buns was brought up. The boys were clacking at each other as if they were competing. Liu Cuihua's eyelids were twitching. They were saying that they couldn't eat all fine grains for the next meal. The capitalists would eat them until they went bankrupt.
After dinner, Mancang and Mantun knelt on the ground and beat the paper (beating the paper means using a traditional copper coin pattern mold, pressing it on yellow paper, and hitting it little by little with a hammer, so that the yellow paper is covered with coin patterns)
Both of them had to work until their arms were numb before they finished punching the bag of yellow paper that Mancang bought.
Da Mantun looked at his elder brother expressionlessly and said he would buy this much more tomorrow and come back after the fire was finished.
Anyway, there is no ancestral grave here, so it doesn't matter where I burn it.
After they finished fighting, the old man thought that he still remembered his relatives, so he divided the yellow paper into more than ten pieces, wrote his name on each piece, and took his two sons and six grandsons to burn paper. After the New Year, he also gave some money to his ancestors, so that they could work together to get rid of poverty and become rich.
The old man wondered in his heart whether his ancestors had gone begging for food some time ago, or whether they had become poor ghosts and killed evil spirits and dominated the area. He hadn't burned paper for more than ten months. If his grandfather hadn't bought a lot of paper for burning, he would have completely forgotten his ancestors.
Thinking that he might die soon, and if those two unfilial sons don't give him money, he will have to rely on his parents for support. In the future, he will have to save more money!
Nine people each had a bundle of yellow paper, and they drew a circle with it, then watched the yellow paper burn up bit by bit. The old man also threw some outside the circle.
The cold wind rolled up the paper and ashes, forming a small tornado that circled around a few people and slowly dissipated.
The old man, along with his descendants, kowtowed to the piles of ashes and returned home with a heavy heart.
The next day was the 30th of the lunar year, and the whole family got up early.
In the morning, I had steamed buns with rice flour and egg soup, topped with yesterday's fried potatoes and fish roe, and two drops of sesame oil. It was very delicious.
Liu Cuihua originally wanted to heat up some kneaded dough and make some steamed buns, but the old lady wouldn't let her. It was a big month now, and she had to eat well on the first day of the 30th month, and it was not as if she couldn't afford it before.
If you want to save money, you have to wait until these two days to save!
Liu Cuihua regretted that she should not have listened to Mandun and asked him to eat fried dough twist yesterday. She should have eaten steamed buns made of kneaded flour last night and not eat fried dough twist tomorrow.
In the morning, we need to prepare the dinner and dishes for the new year. Usually the number of dishes should be even, which is a good start and hopes that the new year will bring double fortune and luck.
The old lady and her two daughters-in-law discussed whether they could prepare eight dishes.
Wu Zhiqiu counted the dishes on his fingers, "Fish must be there, yellow croaker, fried hairtail, chicken, goose, meatballs."
Liu Cuihua continued, "We have meat at home, we can make braised pork, we also have pig offal, bones, a big pig head, and pig trotters."
"There are many people in the family, and they all love to eat. Stew chicken with potatoes, stew goose with pickled cabbage, and put more vegetables in it. It will be oily and the vegetables inside will taste good! Cut a plate of pork head meat, the eldest child loves it, and stir-fry three kinds of it. Eight dishes are enough. The dishes should be larger, and they will be enough for the whole day! The staple food is rice!" The old lady arranged.
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