Chapter 133

It's new year's Eve.

On this day, every family got up early in the morning. After cleaning up the house, they hung red lanterns and pasted the word "Fu". Then they took out all the good dishes and meat that they had saved years ago and planned to make a rich table.

There is only Mrs. Zhang's family, and there is no smell of new year at home.

Song Dajiang is smoking dry tobacco and frowning at the people of Zhang Jia, who are also his outsiders.

Liu: "Dajiang, I'm your aunt and your mother-in-law. Can't you help me at all?"

Zhang Cuihua looked at the white haired mother of steamed bread, her mother-in-law, and her aunt. She wanted to help her mother's family, but after the rumor that she had stolen a man, Dajiang didn't believe her any more, so she had to look at her two sons and daughter for help.

Song Changgui is not very cold to his grandmother. He lowers his head and doesn't speak.

Liu said: "before long-term study, we often send some money to come here. Now in order to cure your brother's illness, all the money in the family has been spent. If you don't lend us some money, we may not have a good year."

Mrs. Zhang's heart is cold. Why don't you come and let us have a bad year?

Zhang Cuihua looked at her husband and saw that he was smoking all the time. She looked at the snow covered yard and did not speak. She was very worried.

Seeing this, song Changyuan stood up and said, "grandma, I have a little silver or two here. Take it."

Liu took song Changyuan's money bag, bumped it, then wiped his tears and said, "it's still my grandson's filial piety."

Zhang Cuihua's face was fiery. "Niang, our family has no way now. We bought some books for the long-term scientific examination years ago, and now they are as light as four wallets."

Liu sneered, "although our Zhangjia village is far away, I've heard that your song family's niece has made a fortune and built a big house, but you haven't got any?"

The words made everyone's face sink.

Of course, Liu knows what's going on. Before, Cuihua asked her to take a message and let her nephew come to the door to say goodbye. But at that time, it was on one side, but now it's really the opposite. Liu doesn't care much about Zhang Cuihua and directly exposes, "elder sister, nephew Hu came to say goodbye before, but he was rejected. Elder sister, why don't you help to make peace? Let me say it, It's better to marry one's own family. That house is worth at least two or three hundred Liang. "

Mrs. Zhang's eyelids drooped and her heart was very unhappy. That cheap son, where can he get so much money to build a big house? It's really a cheap life!

Song Dajiang stopped smoking. "Cuihua, give my aunt a knife of meat and a fish to go home for the new year."

"Well Zhang Cuihua immediately went to the kitchen.

When Liu saw that he was seen off, he gave a cold hum, but he didn't scold him. Later, he said that he had to look forward to the long run. After taking the meat and fish, he gave song Changyuan a friendly smile, "long run, grandma makes fish for you when you come back on the second day of junior high school."

Looking at the fish in Liu's hand, song Changyuan felt cheeky, "good."

Liu: "then I'll go first. In the long run, you should study hard and come back after passing the entrance examination for a scholar next year."

After Liu left, Mrs. Zhang spat, then stared at Zhang Cuihua fiercely, "when did you let huwazi go to have a kiss? Do you want to kill our old Zhang family? "

Song Qingxiu came forward and said, "ah Nai, song Xintong, that slut, won't give us any money. She doesn't ask us to live in a big house. My mother also asked her to marry away so that we can move in."

Mrs. Zhang is a money lover. Her anger goes down as soon as she hears that she "can't do enough."

Song Dajiang took a puff of cigarette and glared at Zhang Cuihua: "I'm not going to cook for Chinese New Year."

Zhang Cuihua let out a cry, then took her eldest daughter-in-law to the kitchen.

Song Changgui, the eldest son of the Song family, immediately said to song Changyuan, "go and paste the couplets and Fu characters you have written."

Song Changyuan secretly looks at Song Dajiang, and then at Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang said in a warm voice, "go quickly. Ah Nai is going to make something delicious for you."

Song Qingxiu followed song Changyuan into the small study and said: "second brother, you must be a scholar, and then let song Xintong that bitch look good."

Song long-term heavy nodded, "I will be admitted to the scholar when the official, after home to live in a big house."

"I want song Xintong." Song Qingxiu heard that song Xintong also bought servants to serve her. After she lived in, she asked song Xintong to serve her with those servants. At that time, she would torture song Xintong.

Song Xintong didn't know that Mrs. Zhang's family had become psychologically abnormal. She took the twins to clean the yard of her home early, hung paper lanterns and pasted couplets. She was very busy.

"Sister, a little to the left."

"Sister, up a little."

"Sister, no, to the right."

Stepping on a chair pasted with paper-cut window patterns, song Xintong looked back at the two boys commanding, and couldn't help asking, "which side is it? Can you tell the right from the left? "

"Yes." Dabao and Xiaobao should go together.

Yang Xiaoyue couldn't help laughing, "two little CHILDES, one standing on the left and the other on the right, how can they see the same?" Then he lined them up in a vertical line. "How about this?"

Dabao stood behind Xiaobao, just half an inch high. He knocked carefully. Then he said crisply: "sister, OK, here it is."

Song Xintong pasted the window pattern, and then jumped down. After a few steps back, he looked at it. "The window pattern pasted by sister is pretty."

"Good looking." Xiaobao nodded with great cooperation.

Dabao covered his mouth and snickered. It was Xiaoyue's sister who cut the window.

Song Xintong straightened their lapels. Today, they are both wearing red silk jacket. The bright red sets off their small white faces. They look like dolls in New Year pictures. Looking at them, they want to pinch their faces.

Thinking like this, song Xintong did the same.

Xiaobao let out two voices, then laughed and dodged.

"It's all right. You can play." Song Xintong took care of his pomegranate red jacket skirt, and then went straight to the room, where it was steaming hot and fragrant.

"Girl, go and sit in the hall. Don't dirty your new clothes." Wang is busy.

Song Xintong looked at all the cut vegetables, "but you need my help."

Wang brought out a basin with a rooster, "girl, you have to do it yourself."

Song Xintong was stunned, looking at the cock and meat in the basin, "I won't..."

Poplar said: "girl, villain next to the two little childe said it is."

"That's very annoying." Song Xintong took the wooden basin to the hall where the memorial tablets were placed. He called the twins to come and asked poplar to take them to worship their ancestors. He also worshipped the God of wealth and the Bodhisattva King Pang one by one, and then began to cook.

Wang's cooking speed is very fast, three quarter in the afternoon, a large table full of dishes on the table.

Hualan mandarin fish, Yudai shrimp, Huadiao steamed mandarin fish, Huagu duck's feet, Luohan prawns, pine and Hericium erinaceus, sliced venison, boiled sliced meat, pickled chicken, sausage, bacon, spicy snails, soft fried fillet, bean curd bun

With more than 20 dishes, song Xintong's sister and brother were dazzled.

In the sound of firecrackers in the village, song Xintong's sister and brother had the best year.