After dinner, the people in the Song family were busy for a while and then went back to their rooms.
If it were before, Song Jianshe would have taken the things to the cowshed by now, but after the report, they had to be more careful, so they rested for now.
A peaceful day ends with a sweet dream.
The next day, Song Jianshe got up at dawn, wrapped himself in thick clothes, took the things prepared by Feng Guizhi, and carefully went to the cowshed.
It was still dark and cold, so there was no one on the road and the entire team was still asleep.
When they arrived, Shen Yibei and Zhao Rongsheng were still asleep. However, they were light sleepers and woke up when they heard the noise outside. Zhao Rongsheng came out with his clothes on and opened the door. Song Jianshe looked back and then slipped into the house.
"Jianshe." Zhao Rongsheng hadn't seen Song Jianshe for more than a month, and he was very happy to see him now.
Song Jianshe also greeted with a smile: "Uncle Zhao, it's been a while since we last met. How are you?"
"Okay, okay, all good."
Jiang Qiuli also got up and saw a smile on Song Jianshe's face: "It's Jianshe who's here."
"Yes, today is the Winter Solstice, and yesterday was Tian'en and Baoya's birthday, so I came over to give you something to celebrate together."
As Song Jianshe spoke, he put everything he was carrying on the table: a small piece of mutton, a handful of vermicelli, half a bag of dumplings, and some rice, flour and eggs.
Feng Guizhi had made the dumplings last night, just for them today. There were pork fillings and leeks and eggs. They'd been frozen overnight, so they were still firm, so there was no need to worry about them breaking. Besides, it was cold, so they wouldn't spoil even if left out all day.
"Why did you bring so many things? We have enough here to eat." Jiang Qiuli said quickly.
"You are yours. During this holiday, we will just treat it as visiting relatives." Song Jianshe said with a smile.
"Yesterday was Baoya and Tianen's birthday? We didn't know. Jianshe, can you say happy birthday to them for us?" They didn't have anything to give, the only thing they had was sincere blessings.
"Okay, I'll definitely bring it to you. The two little ones will be very happy to hear that."
"You can put this mutton with cabbage vermicelli in the evening and make a cabbage mutton vermicelli soup. We had it last night.
It tastes really good, you can try it, it can also warm your body."
"well."
Song Jianshe: "It's almost dawn outside, so I won't stay any longer. Is there anything else you need?"
"Nothing is missing, nothing is missing. Let's go back quickly now. It will be bad if someone sees us later." Zhao Rongsheng waved his hand and said.
In his heart, he definitely wanted Song Jianshe to stay a little longer, but the longer he stayed, the greater the danger would be, so he could only urge him to leave quickly.
"Okay, then I'll be leaving first." Song Jianshe turned around and saw Shen Yibei next to him, and said, "Xiaobei, when we get back, I'll ask Yuanbao and the others to go to the back mountain to play with you in the afternoon."
"Okay." Shen Yibei opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and watched Song Jianshe leave.
Zhao Rongsheng tidied up the things on the table and put them away carefully. After he was done, the sky outside was gradually getting brighter. After a simple wash, he made breakfast and the family of three had a good meal.
In the afternoon, the younger members of the Song family went to the back mountain to find Shen Yibei and officially started the tutoring plan for Wenjie and Wenzhi.
Because time was limited, Shen Yibei took the textbook and started teaching directly. Bowen, Boyu, Yuanbao and the others listened curiously for a while, and then went to play around and dig shepherd's purse.
Baoya, on the other hand, although she didn't understand, she sat aside and listened quietly, with seriousness written in her big eyes.
Baoya wore a thick coat underneath, a blue jacket over it. Her soft hair was tied into two small buns, using the new hairband Li Qingyan had given her yesterday. A small blue hairpin held the loose strands in place, making her look cute and adorable.
Shen Yibei looked at Baoya's well-behaved appearance, and his expression softened unconsciously.
After teaching for about half an hour, Shen Yibei felt his mouth was a little dry, so he asked Wenjie and Wenzhi to take a break and continue later, which was considered a break between classes.
The teaching results on the first day were pretty good. Shen Yibei had a rough idea of the two people's levels and understood some of their weaknesses, so he could provide targeted teaching later.
After it was over, Shen Yibei played with a few children for a while. It was getting dark, so they went down the mountain together.
After they separated, Shen Yibei watched the small figures gradually walk away, then lowered his head and looked at the thing in his palm.
Let's wait a little longer.
......
In the evening, almost every household in the brigade ate dumplings. Even if they didn’t eat those with pork filling, they at least ate those with egg filling. Anyway, on the Winter Solstice, everyone had to eat dumplings.
The strong festive atmosphere also represents everyone's yearning for a better life.
The Song family also had dumplings today. Feng Guizhi and Yang Yulan and other daughters-in-law started making them early. Song Aiguo was asked to chop the stuffing, Feng Guizhi adjusted the flavor, Chen Xiuxiu mixed the dough, and Sun Suyun rolled the wrappers.
Dumplings with pork and green onion fillings, as well as leeks and eggs fillings, are made with dumpling wrappers made of all-white flour. A spoonful of filling is put inside, and with their skillful hands, a plump white dumpling is ready in just a few seconds.
The few people who worked were very efficient, so even though there were many people at home, it didn't take long to wrap the dumplings. The dumplings were neatly placed on a clean steaming cloth, waiting for the water to boil before they were put in.
It is definitely not enough for a whole family to eat dumplings alone, so Feng Guizhi steamed some Chinese spinach in a big pot, prepared the sauce, poured it on top, and the dish was ready.
After spreading a few more pancakes and thinking that there was enough for the whole family, Feng Guizhi called out and everyone started moving tables and chairs and taking bowls and chopsticks to prepare for dinner.
In front of each person was a bowl of freshly cooked white and plump dumplings, with mixed Chinese spinach in a soup bowl in the middle, and a small bowl of vinegar and a plate of pancakes next to it.
"Let's eat." Feng Guizhi said, and brought the dumplings to her mouth with chopsticks.
Everyone started eating. Although they had eaten many delicious dishes made by Feng Guizhi before, dumplings still held a special place in their hearts. After all, in the past, they could only eat dumplings two or three times a year. Most of the time, they weren't filled with pork or made with white flour.
The rarer it is, the more precious it is.
Baoya carefully picked up the dumplings from the bowl, slowly dipped them in the vinegar bowl, and then brought them close to her mouth. She blew on them a few times with her puffed lips, then opened her mouth and took a small bite.
The one Baoya ate was filled with pork. When she bit the skin, some soup flowed out, and it tasted particularly delicious.
"Hu~Hu~" Yuanbao couldn't wait to eat it. He blew on it twice roughly, then opened his mouth and took a big bite. However, the dumpling was still too hot, so he opened his mouth and kept breathing, and then swallowed it in a hurry.
"Yuanbao, go slowly, don't burn your tongue." The blogger on the side read
We've arrived, he said.
Yuanbao opened his mouth and took a few more breaths of cold air. Only then did he feel better. Then he nodded quickly: "I know, I know."
After being scalded, Yuanbao really slowed down and started eating slowly. The dumplings were too hot, so he started eating the chrysanthemums, taking a bite of dumplings and a bite of the mixed chrysanthemums, feeling extremely satisfied.
"Dumplings are still delicious. I feel a kind of happiness in my heart when I eat dumplings." Song Aiguo said with emotion after taking a bite of dumplings.
"Yes, I used to think that everything my mother cooked was delicious, including the fried twice-cooked pork, stewed mutton soup, and hand-rolled noodles with shredded chicken. But now that I eat dumplings, I feel particularly comfortable in my heart." Song Aimin also said.
Chen Xiuxiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and we can eat dumplings again then."
"Then we can make one with shepherd's purse filling, which is also delicious."
"After eating dumplings, my ears won't freeze this year. And if I wear the gloves my mother knits, maybe my hands won't freeze either."
Sun Suyun: "Hey, don't tell me, my hands start to itch and swell at this time every year, but this year they are fine, without any of these symptoms. Before, my hands were swollen..."
"However, this is also thanks to the clam oil that Jianshe brought back."
"We're all family, it's just a matter of convenience."
Song Aiguo: "In two days it will be the Little New Year, and the work in the brigade should stop. We can have some free time."
"Yeah, I just need to pack up and welcome the New Year. This year's life has been beyond my wildest dreams. I don't ask for a better next year, but I'll be content as long as it's still like this."
The people in the old Song family finished their meal happily. Although it was freezing cold outside, it was warm inside the house.
......
The meal time in the cowshed was later than usual today. Jiang Qiuli didn't start to make a fire and cook until it was completely dark outside.
She first put the dumplings made by Feng Guizhi into the pot and cooked them. After taking them out, she spread them into four pancakes. Then she continued to cook in the pot and started to stew the mutton soup.
After the ingredients were added, the pot was covered and simmered, and they took this opportunity to eat the dumplings first. The hot white flour pork dumplings, dipped in a little vinegar sauce, were instantly satisfying, as if all the fatigue of the day had disappeared in that moment.
The three of them ate dumplings on the winter solstice for the first time in this cowshed, and they felt an indescribable touch in their hearts.
When the bowl of dumplings was almost empty, the mutton soup in the pot was ready. Jiang Qiuli scooped it out and then
He took out another slightly larger bowl and put the rest in it.
"Send it to him."
"Hey." Zhao Rongsheng and Shen Yibei carefully carried the bowl of dumplings next to it to the cowshed next door.
The cowshed where Xu Zhijin lived was even more deserted. In this freezing weather, there wasn't even a trace of people around. Although it was the winter solstice, he ate the same as usual. After a simple dinner, he lay down on the bed.
It was too cold, so he lay flat on his bed, thinking about the school assignments, hoping to fall asleep slowly.
However, he soon heard some noise outside the door. He got up, put on his clothes, opened the door, and saw Zhao Rongsheng holding dumplings outside.
"you......"
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