Chapter 239

Gu Lingling found some familiar and catchy children's songs for the two sisters Liu Yating, such as "song and smile", "Red Star glittering", "let's paddle" and so on. Finally, she adapted some lyrics of "Happy New Year" as the end.

Liu Yating and Liu Yaxin can sing the previous songs, so Gu Lingling only gave them two rows of interactive actions. Although they can't sing the last song "Happy New Year", the lyrics are simple and the intonation is light. After singing it three times, the two girls remember it.

Liu Yating had no hope for this matter. After this round of singing, she suddenly felt that even she herself liked it very much. She hugged Gu Lingling excitedly, "Lingling, I really like you."

Gu Lingling was about to be stunned by her.

"The next thing is up to you." Gu Lingling said with a smile, "I may be very busy these days. When I come to steam steamed bread for my aunt in a few years, I'll see your effect."

Every year at the end of the year, every household has to steam steamed buns and steamed buns.

Gu Lingling's family is no exception.

At this time, the village will kill several pigs to distribute to the villagers. Every year, killing pigs is the happiest time for children in the village, because they can eat pot stew that day.

Several pots of meat and Chinese cabbage bones are stewed together, and the taste is not to mention how delicious.

Early in the morning, Gu Lingling packed up old man Gu and pushed him to the pig killing place in the village with Gu Chunhai.

The fire had been closed long ago. Mr. Gu sat on the cart with a small quilt on his legs and a cotton padded jacket on his body, which was very warm.

Sitting there like this, watching the villagers kill the pig together, scald the hair in hot water, and several good hands began shaving with sharp stones.

The children gathered around and shouted happily.

There are also several children whose hands are severely frozen. Only when the pig's hair fades and it is time to open its belly, put the child's hands in the hot pig's belly.

It is said that this can cure frostbite on your hands.

Gu Lingling looked at all this with a smile and stood beside Gu Laozi, holding a warm water bag specially bought by Gu Chunhai for her. When she went out, she deliberately filled it with hot water.

Sew a thermal bag outside, it's not hot, and it's very comfortable to hold it up.

"Grandpa, I'll make stew for us later." In other words, she hasn't eaten pig killing vegetables in the village for the Spring Festival for many years.

When I think of the past, the crispy meat of the stew that Gu's family played back will basically enter Gu Juan's mouth.

And the most she can eat is a piece of steamed bread with vegetable soup.

The crisp meat of the old village head is unique. Every year, he organizes people to kill pigs to make stews.

When the pig urine bubble was blown big by the pig killer, it was the most exciting time for children, and rural football began like this.

The children happily kicked the pig urine bubble, and soon the pig side was clean.

"It's so lively." Gu Lingling whispered.

After the pig is killed, remove some of the materials to be left for the stew, and the next meat will be distributed to each household.

This year, the rain in nanshaui village is better, and the harvest of crops is also very good, so by the end of the year, this share of meat will be more than in previous years.

What every family cares about most is that at this time, if they share more meat, they will be rich this year.

"Why are you back?" Gu Chunhai looked at the people standing in the yard with a dark face.