PS: Because Yang Ling can't practice, it's just the Spring Festival, so the next few chapters will be relatively bland, mainly describing the Spring Festival life in the countryside, and if you feel it, friends who don't like it can temporarily mosaic!

The car drove into the village, the roar of the engine provoked the barking of dogs near and far, four or five little babies were playing on the road, including the uncle's six-year-old granddaughter Yang Yan'er, when she saw Yang Ling's car coming, she immediately screamed behind her ass and ran after her, Yang Ling slowed down and slowly drove to the door of his house.

Dad was squatting next to the firewood pile at the gate of the yard to kill chickens, a wooden barrel was steaming with white mist, Yang Ling jumped down from the car and shouted "Dad~".

Yang Benshun smiled at him and nodded, "Come back~!" But his hands were not idle, he skillfully pulled the head of a big rooster with colorful feathers on his hand to his back, and then plucked the hair on the chicken's neck, and then a kitchen knife in his right hand gently pulled on his neck, and a stream of blood came out, Yang Ling quickly picked up a porcelain bowl on the ground and caught it.

Chicken blood is a good thing, tender and refreshing, especially this year-old strong rooster blood, it is said to have the effect of aphrodisiac and evil spirits, and it is much better than chicken thighs.

The rooster struggled a little in Yang Benshun's hand and didn't move, and the blood flowing down his neck began to turn into a tick, Yang Ling looked at the bowl in his hand and laughed, not bad, there is more than half a bowl, enough to eat a meal, with some garlic sprouts and fiery red pepper shreds, stir-fry a few times in the pot, and pour some sesame oil, "Hiss~!" He couldn't help but wipe a handful of saliva, the taste was too tempting.

At this time, the four little babies who ran with the car were all climbing on the off-road vehicle to play at this time, Yang Ling didn't care about them, Yang Benshun pulled the chicken leg and shook it a few times, and found that the blood had been cleaned, so he was ready to throw the chicken in his hand into the hot water bucket next to him, Yang Ling saw that a few long brocade feathers on the rooster's tail were particularly beautiful, and quickly said: "Dad, don't soak in the water first, I'll leave these long hairs to make a shuttlecock!"

I heard that I was making shuttlecocks, and a few babies who were climbing up and down in the car to play suddenly became interested, and they all came over and shouted for Yang Ling to help make shuttlecocks, Yang Ling was not polite, and plucked the best long feathers on the rooster's tail in a few clicks, the feather color was red and blue, colorful, but what made him a little dumbfounded was that these feathers were too long, and it was definitely not good to make shuttlecock.

Yang Yan'er stood next to Yang Ling, looked at him in a daze, and said softly: "Second uncle, you can't use tail hair to make shuttlecocks, grandpa said that it is best to use the hair on the rooster's neck!"

Yang Ling touched Yan'er's head and said, "Yan'er, are your parents back?"

Yan'er shook her head and pouted, "Dad called Grandpa yesterday and said that he would come back tomorrow!"

"Hmm~!Then you can see your parents tomorrow, now the second uncle will help you make a shuttlecock, okay?"

"Okay~Okay~!" Yang Yan'er only clapped happily, Yang Ling gave a few long feathers on his hands to a few little babies, and then began to pluck the shiny soft hair on the rooster's neck, and a few little guys also squatted down to help, a few pairs of small hands pulled fast, and suddenly you fought for me, the chicken feathers flew wildly, and in less than three minutes, the big rooster with a majestic brocade hat and mink fur just now became a feathered and suffocated appearance.

Looking at the four little babies each holding a handful of chicken feathers in their hands, Yang Ling suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, but looking at the four pairs of expectant little eyes, he had to go to find thin threads and small wood.

Yang Benshun didn't care that Yang Ling took a few little babies to transfer to the battlefield to make shuttlecocks, he picked up the bald rooster on the ground and threw it into the hot water bucket, took a small wooden stick and pressed it into the water to soak, and suddenly, the rising mist emitted a strange smell.

Yang Ling asked the four little babies to sort out the chicken feathers in their hands and put them together, and then tied them to the small wooden block with a thin thread, and after wrapping them around a few times, they found that they were not ordinary ugly, they were simply miserable, even a few children who watched the excitement couldn't help it, and Yan'er shouted loudly: "The shuttlecock made by the second uncle is so ugly~!"

"I" Yang Ling couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of old blood in his heart, looking at the half-cut feather duster in his hand that was crooked and twisted like a bald hair, and suddenly embarrassed and eager to find a hole to get into. Shuttlecock, I didn't do it less when I was a child, because it should be quite easy! Why can't I do it now?

Yang Benshun walked over and took the shuttlecock from his hand, glanced at him with a smile, and then didn't speak, only to see his fingers like wearing flowers, dazzling hairdressing and entanglement, in less than two minutes, a neat and beautiful colorful shuttlecock was tied, so that Yang Ling squeezed his eyes triumphantly, as if to say: "Small, or Lao Tzu is amazing!"

A few children frolicked and kicked the shuttlecock, Yang Ling relieved the embarrassment and asked where his mother went, and learned that his mother was helping to make rice cakes at the third uncle's house, so he immediately couldn't help it and hurriedly ran to the third uncle's house.

Hitting rice cakes is Yang Ling's favorite activity when he was a child, and the rural rice cakes are not played with a machine, but with a large stone mortar, and the steamed glutinous rice is placed in the stone mortar, and then several people take a wooden pestle to make a pestle, turning over and over until the glutinous rice is pestled into a sticky batter, and then dug out of the stone mortar, mixed with peanuts, Walnuts, and some wild dried fruits picked from the mountains, mixed with honey and steamed on the cauldron, until the house is sweet and fragrant, and then cut it into a piece while it is hot, it tastes soft and sweet, especially if it is placed for a few days to be semi-dry, it tastes very strong, it is a favorite snack when I was a child, but unfortunately this thing is more troublesome to make zuò, and now there are more snacks, therefore, no one wants to do it on weekdays, and it is only a few families to get together to do something every year during the New Year, one is to meet the occasion, the other is traditional, and the picture is lively, and adults don't seem to be too cold to this thing, and it feels as good as eating biscuits。

When Yang Ling hurriedly ran to the third uncle's house, there was a lively sound of talking in the yard, he walked in to take a look, sure enough, the third uncle and three aunts, grandparents, four aunts, his own mother, and a girl wearing a red down jacket looked good.

"Hey~!Second brother, you're back!" Yang Xu, who was on the pestle, was facing the courtyard door, and when he raised his eyes, he saw him. Yang Ling immediately said hello to his grandparents, third uncle, third aunt, fourth aunt and old mother, Yang Xu came up with a wooden pestle and grinned to hug him, Yang Ling quickly jumped to the side, looked at him sweating profusely and pouted and said, "Third child, you can't do it!"

"Fart~!You don't have a backache when you stand and talk, I've been clubbing for half an hour, why don't you come?" Yang Xu couldn't help but stuff the wooden pestle into Yang Ling's hand.

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