Chapter 102 New Year's Eve Banquet



Jiang Wanyue said with a headache: "Chief Zhou, I have explained to you clearly on the phone before. Our fishery only has 20,000 packages of fish tofu in total. We sent 10,000 packages to the county and the city respectively. We really don't have any more. The fishery will only start working on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. When we will have the goods depends on the situation."

Section Chief Zhou also knew the situation and said helplessly: "Then Ms. Jiang, if you have the product, you must remember to contact our department store as soon as possible. Even if it is a new product, the department store will need it."

Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "Okay, it's settled."

"Ms. Jiang, are you here to buy a watch?" Section Chief Zhou said enthusiastically, "Let me introduce it to you."

The salesperson in charge of the watch counter had already been stunned.

She didn't expect that Section Chief Zhou would be so enthusiastic towards someone who couldn't even afford a watch.

She quickly gave up her seat and reduced her presence.

Jiang Wanyue said, "Don't be afraid of being laughed at by Section Chief Zhou. I don't have much money, so I can only buy a watch that costs less than 50 yuan."

Section Chief Zhou nodded, took out two watches from the counter and handed them over, saying, "This one costs thirty-eight yuan, and the one next to it is fifty-nine yuan. It's more expensive because the hands are luminous, so you can see the time clearly in the dark. If Ms. Jiang wants the fifty-nine yuan one, I can decide to give Ms. Jiang the internal employee price, which is forty-five yuan."

"Thank you very much, Chief Zhou." Jiang Wanyue smiled. "Next time I come to the county, I will bring Chief Zhou some vegetables grown in my own fields."

Section Chief Zhou waved his hands and said, "Ms. Jiang, you can help me a lot by urging the fishery to produce more."

Jiang Wanyue couldn't help but laugh.

After paying the money and the industrial ticket, she finally got the watch she had always dreamed of. Looking back from her later years, this watch was naturally not in line with her aesthetic taste, but there was no other way. In that era, this was already the best choice.

Wearing the watch, she felt quite happy and kept looking at the time.

Song Yunying asked her curiously: "Mom, what do these needles represent? Why can't I understand them at all?"

Jiang Wanyue took the opportunity to teach the children about clocks.

Before leaving the county, she also bought firecrackers, red paper and brushes for writing couplets, etc.

When I got back to the commune, I ran into Yao Ling. I pulled her aside and said, "The city department store just called and said they want to place an order, and they need it urgently."

Jiang Wanyue asked a few children to look after the things and went to the telephone room of the commune to answer the call: "Hello, Chief Wen, I am the person in charge of Xiaojing Fishery. It's like this. Our fishery has already closed for the New Year. We will resume work on the seventh day of the first lunar month next year. Our workers will definitely work overtime to produce. After the goods are shipped, we will contact you as soon as possible..."

Jiang Wanyue didn't want to think about work at the moment, so she hung up the phone, pushed the cart, and took the child home.

At this moment, every household in the village is busy preparing for tomorrow's New Year's Eve.

Jiang Wanyue is a modern person and doesn't know what to do, so she goes to her mother-in-law's house to learn from her.

Zhou Xiugui is frying sweet potato chips. The sweet potatoes that are not eaten on weekdays are boiled and crushed into paste, scraped on the bed sheets, and dried under the sun. The sweet potato slices are then peeled off and cut into small pieces. This way they can be eaten directly, but the people in Xiaojing Brigade like to fry them before eating them, which will make them crispier and more fragrant.

During the Chinese New Year, when people come to our house, we will grab a handful of sweet potato chips and put them on the table for the guests to eat.

In addition, sugar is also being boiled, which is malt sugar. After it is boiled, it is mixed with fried rice, pressed tightly, and cut into pieces to make rice sugar.

The house was filled with the aroma of frying.

Jiang Wanyue said shamelessly: "Mom, I just went to the county town and saw some people making sesame candy. I happen to have a lot of sesame seeds at home, so I'll use them to make candy."

Zhou Xiugui raised her eyes and asked: "Where did you get so many sesame seeds?"

"Anyway, there's a lot." Jiang Wanyue didn't know how to explain, "We still have some white flour at home, mom can see if we can make some snacks."

She brought some supplies from home.

Zhou Xiugui was a hardworking woman. When she was young, she did everything and learned a little bit of everything.

After a while, the sesame candy was made.

While Jiang Wanyue was cutting the sesame candy into pieces, Zhou Xiugui kneaded the dough skillfully, then rolled it into a large piece of dough, cut it into small rectangles, folded it, cut two holes in the middle, and turned the dough over to make a dough dumpling. It was fried in a frying pan and tasted delicious when it was taken out.

There were a total of eleven children in the four rooms. They gathered around the stove, eating this and that. The adults didn't care and the children ate until their bellies were full.

"You all should come here tomorrow to have the reunion dinner together." Zhou Xiugui said as she worked, "Come early to help, because we still have to stay up all night..."

Jiang Wanyue nodded, somewhat excited.

From childhood to adulthood, there were only three people in her family, plus the nanny, a total of five people. The New Year's celebration was very lonely, and the nanny left after cooking, leaving the three of them staring at each other.

This year, there are actually more than 20 people celebrating the New Year together. It’s so lively just thinking about it.

She went to bed early that night, and when she got up the next day, Jiang Wanyue began to boil water, bathed her three children one by one, and changed them into new clothes she had just bought.

Although Song Huaizhi was older, he could not contain his excitement. He took his younger brothers and sisters out to show off his new clothes.

Jiang Wanyue spread out the red paper and began to write the couplet.

People who can draw can basically write calligraphy. Her calligraphy is quite good. She can write a couplet in one stroke with flying dragons and phoenixes.

She wrote five couplets in total, one for each of the five households in the Song family.

Hu Zhaodi was extremely happy: "Wanyue, your calligraphy is so beautiful. This couplet will make me look more prestigious when it is posted on the door. It saved me two cents."

Yang Yulan nodded: "It is indeed beautiful, much better than what Lao Li wrote at the east end."

Several men in the Song family were busy pasting couplets, and naturally they helped Jiang Wanyue to paste them.

As soon as the couplets are posted, the atmosphere of the New Year is immediately felt.

We had a quick lunch at noon, then gathered at my mother-in-law's house to start preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner together.

Zhou Xiugui is the chef and has already decided on the menu.

The specialties of Xiaojing Brigade are steamed vegetables, steamed meat, steamed fish, steamed spare ribs, and steamed vegetarian dishes.

In addition, there are special braised dishes, braised eggs, braised lotus root, braised kelp, braised pig ears and offal, etc.

The next hot dish is a whole fish, which means abundance every year.

Vinegar meatballs, stir-fried meat with artemisia selengensis, red cabbage moss, egg rolls, tofu meatballs...

Zhou Xiugui is not a stingy person. During the Chinese New Year, the whole family finally got together and prepared a total of 18 dishes, which could not even fit on the table.

The table was divided into two parts, with the adults sitting at one table and the children at another. If there was not enough space, some people stood.

"Come, everyone, sit down." Song Dahai smiled from ear to ear and asked his eldest son to pour him some wine. Suddenly, he said with a sad look, "This year our family has lost one person. Desheng is gone. He must be blessing our family from heaven, which makes our lives better and better!"

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