Chapter 3: Today is Laba

Like the usual days, Xue Jian was awakened by hunger again.

I really want to continue to rely on the warm fire kang, but at least it's Laba today. Anyway, I have to get up and make Laba porridge.

After dinner yesterday, she took out the only little inventory and the ingredients that Zhou's mother borrowed from her neighbor Wang Shuan's house. It was just enough for 20 people to eat. What should I eat this meal? Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow?

sighed, put half back, picked up a few handfuls of refined rice, mung beans, red beans, lotus seeds, etc., as well as a small handful of lentils, red dates, longan, lily, goji berries, barley, millet, and then let Zhou's mother wash the rice, soak the fruit, peel and remove the core.

It's still early before dawn, but you have to get up and stew it on low heat, so that everyone can have a decent Laba porridge when they get up.

As soon as she moved, Zhou Bo opened his eyes, looked at the dark sky outside, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing so early?"

Because you can't eat, wax is also a luxury.

She sat in the quilt and put on her clothes and sighed: "Today is Laba."

In the dark, I heard Zhou Bo's silence for a moment before saying, "There is Zhou's mother."

Xue saw and sighed again: "Well, that's what I think, but I'm afraid that the young ladies of the Zhou family will not agree."

Zhou Bo said lightly, "There are many words!"

In the dark, Xuejian imagined Zhou Bo's paralyzed face glared at her, and suddenly felt better.

After hanging out for a while, when Xue saw the kitchen, Zhou's mother had already started a fire. Xue Jian just watched her put the ingredients into the pot, and then told her to add water and boil it and boil it on low heat to make thick porridge.

Zhou's mother rushed out of the kitchen when she saw the snow. She tiptoed back to the house, drilled back into the hot quilt, and slept in a cage. Unfortunately, she was not sleepy. Xuejian opened her eyes wide and remained motionless. She fell into meditation.

After a while, she gently pushed Zhou Bo with her hand, but Zhou Bo ignored her. Doing bad things in the dark, she thought badly, and then dared to rub the paralyzed man's face with her hand.

Zhou Bo was still silent, but he turned his head slightly and bit her hand. She cried in pain.

Zhou Bo's eyes stared at her in the dark. She first glanced and paused for a long time before she said, "Young master, I, I told you..."

Zhou Bo closed his eyes and hummed: "Ty!"

Xue said cautiously, "I heard from Sanni that the village is the Daqing River, and the river is very wide. In summer, children go swimming in the river, and some of them touch fish. Adults scolded that they are afraid of flooding..."

"To the point!"

In the dark, she couldn't help rolling her eyes. Xue saw it and asked, "Why do people fish in the village in summer, but they don't fish if they don't eat in winter?"

Zhou Bo's eyes suddenly opened, and Xue Jian was shocked and muttered, "I forgot about the past. Don't stare at me..."

The black and bright eyes closed again. Zhou Bo just silently reached out and hugged her. After a long time, he sighed and said, "The river will freeze in winter. The silly girl has forgotten this?"

Xue took a long breath and yawned and said, "It's good to have ice. No one else can fish, so we can fight, and we have to envy others to death!"

After breakfast, the children saw Zhou Bo go back to their room and talked around Xue: "Xue Jian, your porridge is delicious. Can you drink it every day?"

"See the snow. If it doesn't snow today, can we go out to play?" ......

Qian'er ran over and said, "Xue Jian, the sixth young master was quarreling with the fourth lady, saying that he was not full and wanted to drink another bowl of porridge."

Xuejian frowned, and the noise outside was not fierce. Xuejian came out slowly, spoke softly, and then said coldly, "Sini, go and take the whole pot of porridge to Sanlang Liulang's room."

Wuniang grabbed her: "Xuejian, are you confused? We only have this pot of porridge all day today, and there is no rice at home. The second sister just went out to be her big man.

Xue Jian knew that the big box was not a high-end product. More of them had been cleared for a long time. This one was just the most common and thicker at the bottom of the box.

Siniang was stunned when she heard the words: "Let's escape this time... We didn't prepare any thick cotton-padded clothes in the first place. This big cloak will be covered by Lao Qi and Lao Ba at night..."

Xue smiled and said to Liulang, who was in the right pot, "Liulang, go back and tell Sanlang to take away this pot of porridge, and the three of you will be full for a day."

Liulang said, "Our ten mothers are still young, and my third brother and I are both men. It's time to grow up."

Xue Jian nodded: "Yes, it should be." She turned her head and said to Si Niang and Wu Niang, "Starting today, we and their wells will not violate the river. Don't be greedy for porridge. Naturally, they don't have to worry about whether we will starve to death."

A slightly gloomy and handsome teenager with a dark face came in from the gate of the courtyard, grabbed Liulang's pot and put it back in the small kitchen. Xuejian, the father is not separated, you are... but a girl, what does this mean?

Xue Jian said with a smile, "Master, when did you hear me say that we were going to separate?" After laughing, "Although the snow was not big last night, Dalang said that someone had to sweep the yard. Now that everyone is sweeping the snow in front of the door, my girl will not delay Sanlang to go back to sweep the snow!"

Sanlang was so angry that the corners of his mouth trembling, but he endured it again. He turned around and called his mother last week and took Liulang back to his yard with Shi Niang in his arms.

At this time, Erhu ran in and said to Xuejian and said, "Xuejian, what did the young master want, the one made by Uncle Ma..."

"Ji Yazi," Wu Niang covered her mouth and smiled.

"Yes, Pion girl, my father brought it back. Can you see if it's okay?"

With his words, Zhou Jinsheng then sent the simple peon that Xuejian wanted, that is, several long nails embedded in the end of the long stick.

"What is this?"

"What is it for?"

The children circled around, and the two tigers also brought the plop and looked at them back and forth.

In this cold area, most of the villagers' transportation methods in winter rely on ice beds. On the frozen Qinghe River, sometimes children can be seen sitting on ice beds.

The ice bed of the Zhou family is naturally larger and stronger than that of ordinary people. Ordinary people can sit one or two people, but the Zhou family can seat up to six people. If you use Xuejian, it is a luxury version of the extended ice bed.

The ice bed is usually pulled by one person in front. The ice bed of the Zhou family was originally the same, but with this kind of snow, the pole made in the name of Zhou Bo, so that you can stand at the end of the ice bed and run with the ice bed.

Xuejian explained to everyone for a long time, and Erhu interrupted her: "Don't say anything about principles, reason and this and that. We don't understand what you said. Isn't it just a stick for holding an ice bed?"

Seeing the contemptuous eyes of the two tigers, Xue immediately petrified.

No longer paying attention to Xuejian's stunnedness, Wu Niang took her three younger brothers and sisters and went to the ice bed. Zhou Dahu took them to Daqing River on Tuesday, and then began to practice holding the ice bed with a pole girl.

Although Liulang was still angry, he was still a childish. He also ran over to join in the fun with Shi Niang in his arms. For a moment, there was continuous laughter on the ice.

This scene envied many children playing in the Daqing River.

When Si Niang came back and told Xue Jian and Er Niang about this matter, Xue Jian was watching Er Niang become a female red. Er Niang made up Hachiro's torn clothes with a pair of skillful hands. Siniang sighed as she mending: "Our children also have clothes to mend and wear..."

In one sentence, Si Niang's tears turned red first, and Er Niang didn't say anything.

Xue Jian tilted her head and said, "You also know that Xue Jian has forgotten many things since she fell ill, and even this female celebrity has forgotten how to do it. However, I still think that if this torn place is embroidered with orchid grass, isn't it not like old clothes and new?

Er Niang first frowned, and then her eyes lit up: "Xue Jian is right. I will clean up everyone's clothes and embroider them in a pattern, so that I don't have to throw them away or adore them again. This New Year is already shabby enough. Let the children have a new atmosphere.

Just do it. Er Niang and Si Niang began the renovation project of old clothes. Xue Jian smiled. In the new three years and the old three years, they sewed and mended for another three years. This is the way of the poor family. What kind of big family the Zhou family should have been before? If a piece of clothing has been worn two or three times, it is regarded as old clothes. In the past month, pretending to be amnesia and coldly look at them being this and that all day long, tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, but the word thrift is still half-known, and I have to sigh, a group of naughty children!