Bi Tielin, Uncle Bi, actively cooperates with various people to visit.
His enthusiasm was like a fire, burning the hearts of many villagers, who served him with good cigarettes and good wine.
Liu Yafang is so careful in living her life, and she still can't bear to eat meat every meal. Instead, she prepares pots of steamed buns and stewed meat to entertain others, and is busy from morning to night.
Bi Yue was genuinely confused. Was this just a rural custom, year after year? Or was their family just trying to be a money-giving kid?
This "big pot meal" won't last the entire first month of the year, will it? It's really killing me, it's so noisy.
If you don't understand, just ask. Bi Yue asked Bi Cheng while picking up peanuts:
"Brother, why can't I remember how our family used to celebrate the New Year? Can you tell me about it?"
Bi Cheng automatically understood that Bi Yue was reminiscing about the past and was saying something else.
"Haha, sister, don't make me laugh. You've completely forgotten it. I'll remember it until the day I die. It's so poor! If you don't believe me, ask Gou Dan'er. He'll even cry for you."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Tell me."
"No. What's the point of saying that?"
Bi Yue threw the peanuts on the kang mat, and Bi Cheng picked them up and put them in his mouth to chew.
One of them peeled the food and threw it on the kang, and the other picked it up and ate it. Each of them put on one of their parents' tattered cotton-padded jackets.
I had to wear a cotton-padded jacket because the adobe walls were blowing cold winds everywhere, and my shoulders and head were cold, but the kang under my butt was so scalding that it could kill me.
If you sit there for more than five minutes, you have to move. In Liu Yafang's own words:
"You two should just stay home and keep warm! Keep warm on my kang mat until it turns brown. I'll burn your buttocks until they're cooked."
Bi Sheng has been busier than anyone else since he got home. He has one social engagement after another, and even running around in the back mountain makes him sweat. In Bi Yue's eyes, he seems to be stupid.
Liu Yafang wished she could chase the two older kids out for a walk, bring Gou Dan back and give them a few slaps on the butt.
In fact, Bi Yue didn't know that she still thought her younger brother was stupid. She and Bi Cheng looked very stupid at this moment.
They are nothing like the city college students that everyone in the village praises, especially the brother and sister who sit cross-legged on the kang, eating and playing cards. They look more like a pair of mentally retarded children, having a great time.
"Just say what you're told. Let's just reminisce about the good times. Why are you so stubborn?"
Bi Cheng turned around and glanced at Bi Tielin. His uncle was standing on the windowsill, drinking wine and opening another bottle. Listening to the loud voices in the room calling for more drinks, he sighed:
"Sister, how could it have been like this before? I can't even imagine it. Now, although the quarrels and fussing are quite annoying, at least it's lively.
"When our grandfather didn't have that kind of time, wouldn't he have only set up a few tables? Everyone would have been bored all year round just during the New Year."
Bi Yue wrinkled her nose and whispered vaguely:
"I'm really not used to it. What's the point? It's a waste of money and effort. Look at how our mother has managed to keep quiet since she came back. Besides, we live in our own house with the door open. Anyone can come in, just like walking through the city gate. Isn't it annoying to have so much noise?"
Bi Cheng quickly stopped him and waved his hand to stop him:
"Sister, be patient, just be patient for ten days or half a month. Don't provoke my parents. If you two start fighting again, who will I help?
Look at the day I was discharged from the hospital, my dad sighed when he saw you, and I couldn't breathe.
Alas, in the past, during the Chinese New Year, it would be great if we could have some fatty pork slices stewed with sauerkraut.
I remember that there was no fish on the dinner table last year. My mother kept grumbling about not having any fish. My father said, whether there was any, there wouldn’t be much left over every year, so we didn’t seek good luck. The New Year was easy, but life was hard.
To put it bluntly, this is the way we are doing now, just to feel proud of ourselves.
Our parents and our uncle are all holding back their energy. Look at the way our uncle entertains guests. With just one word from our father, he can spend money to set up a banquet.
As for why, I quite understand.
Sister, you can't help but pay attention to those.
In the past, during the Chinese New Year, when we went to other people's homes to accompany guests for dinner, the only relative we talked about was our third uncle who liked to call our father, and Uncle Wang who was very good to our father. He couldn't go to other occasions where we had dinner at other people's homes, and he didn't dare to go.
If you go to someone's house to eat and drink, don't you have to go back? Do you have to invite people over? We don't have the resources for that.
Our family can't compare with Brother Dashan's family. They do this every year. I was quite envious when I went to his house.
Look, Uncle Zhao comes to our house every meal now, right? He's always had a good relationship with our family, right?
But if it were in the past, not to mention the past, even last year, how could it be possible?
He's busy. He has to drink with some influential people in the village and hang out with them. Also, he's probably worried that we won't have much to offer, so he won't come to visit during the first month of the year.
As Bi Yue listened, she looked over at the big round table and heard her father shouting loudly. He was drunk but still shouting:
"Old Third, Yu Old Third, it was you. You carried me back from halfway up the mountain. If it weren't for you, I would have been taken away by a wolf in the middle of the night. I won't say anything more. Thank you, brother. It's all in the wine!"
Bi Tielin immediately stood up and raised his glass: "Brother Yu, I toast you."
The country man stood up with a simple smile on his face, rubbed his trousers with his hands, and said embarrassedly:
"Look, look, the big boss toasts me. It's as he should. We all live in the same village, and anyone who meets him will do the same. I, I..." He drank the full glass of wine, which was two and a half taels, in one gulp.
Bi Yue was now annoyed by the sour and bitter feeling, but at this moment, she was speechless.
Her father was repaying a debt of favor from the past, and was also looking for something he had lost through one entertaining meal after another.
She decided that no matter who came, she would be more enthusiastic and stop pretending to be autistic.
Just as he was thinking clearly, Bi Tie turned around and saw his eldest son and daughter. He knew with his remaining rationality that Bi Cheng couldn't drink alcohol because he was taking anti-inflammatory drugs. He shouted:
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