Chapter 65 In the Future All of Us will Celebrate New Year Together（1）

Qin Mian and Lei Tia did not turn back as they drove the oxcart far away.

Qin Mian was sure that it was mostly because of what Lei Xiaoyun had said to the others that the woman had said those words. Because she was rejected, Lei Xiaoyun wanted to bring up the matter between him and Lei Tia, to add fuel to the fire. As the saying goes, the Emperor has three poor relatives. It was normal for these relatives to try to get close to them, and it was normal for them to help them. However, once they failed to achieve their goals and used their arrows behind their backs, it was truly hateful.

Lei Tia suddenly said, "There's no need for that in the future."

"Of course." Qin Mian did not hesitate to deny the pain he felt for Lei Tia. If not for him, Lei Tia would be alone. If these so-called relatives really had feelings for Lei Tia, then he wouldn't have been forced to run away from home. He wouldn't have been forced to marry a man, and he definitely wouldn't have been forced to leave his home ?? Now, those people actually wanted to take advantage of the term 'aunt' and 'uncle' by using it. How could there be such a good thing in this world? Since they didn't care about Lei Tia, why would he and Lei Tia care about them?

"I have wronged you." Lei Tia said in a muffled voice.

Qin Mian didn't care, "They are just insignificant people to me."

Lei Tia suddenly tightened his grip, "Mn, to us, they are only insignificant people."

There was one more word in the second half of the sentence. Qin Mian was startled for a moment, and then immediately after, he laughed with a bit of nervousness and happiness in the bottom of his heart. This guy cared so much about him.

Seeing that he was smiling, Lei Tia also faintly smiled, "Wifey, I'm glad that I was married to you back then."

Qin Mianxin panicked, he looked at the tree and decided not to look at it, and pretended not to hear anything.

Lei Tia no longer said anything, he only held his hand tightly and raised his whip even faster.

After that, just the two of them wouldn't be alone.

After the twentieth of December, the weather grew colder and colder. The cold wind was like knives, and it was like the low whimpers of angry beasts. The water in the pond was frozen, and it was not a problem for a man of over a hundred pounds to walk back and forth on the ice. The water in the well was like ice. Every time he took water, he would first break the ice with a bucket. The sun had disappeared for several days, and a heavy snowfall seemed about to descend.

As the new spring approached, children's songs were sung: "Twenty-three, the censors; twenty-four, the house; twenty-five, the tofu; twenty-six, the meat stew; twenty-seven, the rooster; twenty-eight, the noodles; twenty-nine, the steamed bread; thirty nights, the first of the new year."

On the twenty-third of the third month, Qin Mian and Lei Tia went to the town to buy new clothes and buy New Year's gifts. Qin Mian was worried that there would really be a big blizzard, hence the shop assistants who were not in town would not be safe on their way home. He went to the shop and gave them a huge year-end bonus, which they would not open until the sixth day of the first month.

Originally, Qin Mian was hesitating on whether or not he should bring Yue Dong home, but after Lei Tia rejected him, he did not bring it up again. Honestly speaking, he did not want an outsider to celebrate New Year with them. However, Yue Dong enthusiastically invited Yue Dong to his house to celebrate New Year, which Yue Dong readily agreed to.

After they finished dealing with the matters at the shop, Qin Mian and Lei Tia drove the oxcart home. Until the sixth day of the first month, they pla

ed to stay at home and not go out.

It snowed the next day. Large snowflakes fluttered about like goose feathers. After a while, a layer of pure white snow covered the roof, the branches, the walls, and even the bamboo poles where the clothes were hung. Very quickly, the floor was also covered in a thick layer of white carpet that was spotless.

This was the first snowfall since they had arrived in this foreign world. Qin Mian, dressed like a bear, curiously ran out of the courtyard and looked into the distance. The sky and the earth were all white, the snow wrapped around the branches, the beautiful trees and flowers, and the world appeared even more boundless. The snowflakes had dissolved all sound in the world, and everything was quiet.

A little white was enough in the mountains, like a little dog happily ru

ing over, whining, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow.

Qin Mian found it interesting and threw a handful of snow over.

A little white body twisted and avoided it lightly. It looked at him proudly and continued to run happily.

Lei Tia stood quietly not too far away and observed for a while before saying, "I'm back."

"A little white, let's go."

When he reached the village entrance, he heard cheerful laughter. The village kids ran around in the snow, skidding and not crying, but giggling and carefree.

Once inside, Qin Mian climbed onto the brick bed. The kang had not been cold since the start of the month.

Xiao Bai was lying obediently next to the brick bed.

They were eating on the brick bed, of course. After the weather had cooled down, the two people would eat hotpot almost every day. Lei Tia had long learned how to cook hotpot a long time ago. The task of washing the dishes still belonged to Lei Tia. Qin Mian pretty much didn't need to do anything. He estimated that he had gained at least three kilograms in weight this winter.

24. Sweep the house. The two live in a new house.

Twenty-five, Lei Tia prepared half a bucket of soybeans and went to the village's tofu workshop to make tofu. In the middle of it all, he took a trip back and returned with a big bowl of soy milk. The half bucket of soybeans had a total of fifty catties of tofu, and looked tender and delicious.

Qin Mian suddenly thought of the delicious rotten milk. When he was very young, there was often an old man in his sixties who went around the village selling bean curd milk. The bean curd was said to be a secret recipe. It was a small square block with a bright red surface and a dime on it. It was spicy and fragrant, and Grandmother spent five dollars on it every time. He likes it so much that he can eat a big bowl of rice with half a cup of bean curd.

Back then, he was young and did not know how to act. He even asked the old man how he made his rotten milk and why it was so fragrant. That old man was also interesting. It was probably because of his young age that he told him about it. Later, he told his grandmother about the formula. She was smart, and she had successfully made the delicious rancid milk, and he still remembered how to make it.

"Lei Tia, let's go to the kitchen and make some nectar." Qin Mian jumped off the brick bed, bent down, and put on his shoes.

Lei Tia looked at him weirdly. He thought that his wife would stay on the brick bed all winter.

He put down the chess piece in his hand, "What is putrefying milk?"

Qin Mian said mysteriously: "It's delicious and delicious."

"Aren't you afraid of the cold?" Lei Tia asked.

"Just a charcoal brazier. "Quick." For the sake of delicious food, Qin Mian could endure the cold.

Qin Mian made Lei Tia wash the two empty terrines clean and dry the water inside them. Seeing that he was holding onto a dish towel and dipping his hand into the cold water without a single change in expression, Qin Mian's face was full of admiration. He pretended to comfort him and patted his shoulder.

Lei Tia lightly flicked his forefinger, and a few drops of water landed on his face.

Qin Mian trembled as he glared, but the man had already lowered his head as if nothing had happened. He held up an ice-cold porcelain plate and pressed it onto Lei Tia's face when he was caught off guard.

Xiao Bai, who was lying in the nest, opened his eyes. He raised his head, glanced into the kitchen, then lay back down again.

Qin Mian made a fire and made some chili oil, which he scooped into a bowl. After the chili oil had cooled down, he added pepper, pepper, octagonal, ci

amon powder and appropriate amount of rice wine to make a brine soup.

Afterwards, he got Lei Tia to bring some straw and spread it on the basket. Then, he placed a piece of white paper on the basket and cut the white and tender tofu into small square pieces, then placed them at a distance on the paper.

After a few days, the mold grew on the tofu, causing Qin Mian to roll on top of it with a layer of salt.

After doing all of this, he said to Lei Tia: "After eight days of marinating, place the tofu into a clay jar, and pour in the mixed broth. Then, like a wine jar, seal it with paper and mud to preserve it. "Remember to remind me eight days later."

Lei Tia nodded, "Come and cook your hands."

"27 today." Qin Mian sat down beside the charcoal brazier and arranged the missions for the next few days. "Today's noodles, stew and fried rice balls, tomorrow's steamed buns, dumplings and steamed buns."

Lei Tia said: "So many things? "Say it, I'll do it."

Qin Mian couldn't help but laugh, "It's just that we have to busy ourselves in order to feel like celebrating the new year. Although we don't have many family members, we have to be more serious so that others won't look down on us. There are still three days until New Year's Eve. There's still time. " This was the first year after he had been reborn, the first year Lei Tia had returned to his hometown. Furthermore, this was the first year he had spent together with Lei Tia.

Lei Tia did not say anything, held his hand, and placed it on top of the charcoal brazier to roast.

Qin Mian pulled back his hand, but did not do so. Lei Tia's hand was as tight as a pincer.

"It's not like I'm going, why are you holding onto it so tightly?" Qin Mian asked with a smile.

Lei Tia wanted to ask him if he was never going to leave, but he didn't.

Qin Mian stood up first, "You and the noodles, I'll stew."

Lei Tia stood up and scooped up some flour.

Qin Mian boiled water and added seasonings. He cleaned up the ribs, chicken, pig's feet and large chunks of pork, put them all in, covered the lid of the pot and stewed it with fire. Then, he handed a few large pieces of firewood to the stove, so he didn't have to worry about them for the time being. These cooked foods are prepared in advance, and can be prepared when entertaining guests in January. The pot inside can steam sweet potatoes at the same time.

Qin Mian moved the small square table to the brazier side and cut the meat into pieces to cut the lotus roots. It was too cold, everything was cold, his fingers were numb from the cold, and he was about to roast it for a few cuts.

After Lei Tia was done with the noodles, he took the kitchen knife in his hand and cut the vegetables according to his instructions. Soon, three pots of stuffing, pork paste, lotus root stuffing and fish paste were prepared. The two of them made a bowl of pork pellets, a bowl of lotus root pellets, a bowl of fish pellets, and a bowl of sweet potato pellets. There was also a pot of bean curd made from tofu. After adding the mixture of minced meat and flour, it could be used as a bean curd pill, which was also quite delicious. Lotus balls, sweet potato balls and bean curd balls were fried with oil, while pork balls and fish balls were boiled with water.

After the stewed meat was cooked, Qin Mian sliced off a chicken and a bowl of sliced meat. The two of them ate lunch and continued to busy themselves in the afternoon.

The smell of fried rice balls wafted through the kitchen. This was the smell of the New Year.

Looking at the pots of fragrant pills, Qin Mian felt quite a sense of accomplishment.

The 28th of December, good for the face. Qin Mian and Lei Tia steamed two pots of steamed buns, a pot of meat buns, wrapped a curtain of dumplings, and even fried a pot of hemp leaves, small hemp flowers, diced meat buns and fried dough sticks.

Lei Tia had never known that the New Year could be so sumptuous. Many of the food that Qin Mian prepared were things that he had never seen before.