"It's not like that!"

Yang Huaming rushed over.

"It's my eldest brother who doesn't care, and tells him to come out to burn incense and don't smoke dry tobacco, but he still has to smoke, and the sparks fell to the ground and set the thatch on fire......"

"Fourth, what are you talking nonsense!"

Old Yang Tou drank Yang Huaming's throat.

Yang Huaming looked aggrieved.

"Why can't you say that? As long as you have eyes, you will know that this fire was provoked by our old Yang family. ”

"Since it was provoked by our old Yang family, I want to push out the initiator, why do we want to help the eldest brother carry the black pot one by one?"

Yang Huaming's voice roared louder than the old Yang Tou's voice.

Old Yang was stunned, looked at Yang Huaming blankly, and finally changed his face with anger.

On the side, Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou both came over to persuade Yang Huaming, "Forget the fourth, don't say a word, this is the New Year." ”

"Yes, it's all when the fire is extinguished, everyone has said it."

Li Zheng and the other villagers saw that the father and son of the old Yang family were arguing, and it was difficult to say any more questions.

"Where's the eldest of your family? Why haven't you seen him? ”

In the crowd, there were sharp-eyed questions.

Only then did everyone realize that Yang Huaan was really not there.

Lao Yang looked around, "It's strange, when I was fighting the fire before, I heard him coughing, and the sound was not far from me, where did it go?" ”

At this time, Luo Fengtang's voice came from behind the pile of charred trees on the side.

"Come on, everyone, Uncle Yang is here, he's fainted!"

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly gathered around.

Sure enough, Yang Huaan was lying on the ground, his face was smoked like black charcoal with soot.

The eyebrows and eyes are tightly closed, and they are motionless.

"Where's Fauber? Come on! ”

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Fu Bo, who went up the mountain to burn incense, also hurriedly ran over and poured all the tea for his ancestors to Yang Hua'an.

It was pushing and routing again, and it was other tossing, and after Yang Huaan coughed violently, he finally opened his eyelids.

Seeing so many people surrounding him, and glancing at the surrounding woods behind the fire, Yang Huaan remembered.

"Uh...... cough cough cough ......"

He had another heart-rending cough, eager to cough out all his lungs.

But no one patted him on the back.

The big ones found him, saw that he was awake, and went their separate ways.

The Yang Huazhong brothers were packing up the empty baskets over there, and the Yang Yongxian brothers didn't come over to greet Yang Hua'an.

For those who are not successful enough to do more than lose, and who always pull everyone back, the big guys are cold.

Of course, there is another person squatting beside Yang Hua'an, never leaving.

That person is Lao Yang Tou.

"Boss, are you okay? Can you stand up? Old Yang asked anxiously.

Yang Huaan coughed for a while, and finally stopped for a few minutes.

"Dad, you help me up."

"Eh, yes, yes!"

Old Yang Tou hurriedly helped Yang Huaan up.

"What's going on? Can it be done? If it doesn't work, I'll call the third child and them to carry you down the mountain. Old Yang asked.

Yang Huaan shook his head: "He won't carry me, I'm not a waste, climb, I can also climb down the mountain!" ”

An incense-burning activity to worship ancestors ended with a fire.

Everyone on the old Yang family's side cleaned up and went down the mountain, and Yang Ruoqing and the others also went back to the opposite mountainside, and went to pick up Wang Cuilian and went back to the village.

When I returned to the village, it was already daylight, and the sun was gradually turning west.

Yang Ruoqing said to Wang Cuilian: "Auntie, according to what we discussed before, you and your uncle will go to us for this year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner." ”

"Wait until tomorrow's New Year's Day, and we'll come back to eat."

Regarding the things that were discussed, Wang Cuilian did not shirk.

The woman nodded very happily: "Okay, I'll change my clothes and go over to help you cook the Chinese New Year's Eve meal together." ”

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily: "Okay, then I'll go back and wait for you first." ”

"Cheng, you can go quickly."

Yang Ruoqing and Wang Cuilian prepared for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and Tuoba Xian also came to the stove room for the first time.

"I have nested on the kang for a winter, and today is the New Year, I also want to come to the stove room to watch you cook." Tuoba Xiandao.

Yang Ruoqing was cutting vegetables neatly, and she was very happy to hear this.

"Of course it's good, but the stove room is a little cold, I'm afraid you can't stand it." She said.

Tuoba Xian said: "It's okay, I wear a lot." ”

Wang Cuilian came in from outside with Chai He in her arms, and said with a smile when she heard the words: "If Mrs. Xian is not afraid of being dirty, you can sit at the door of the stove, and wait for the fire in the stove to rise, it will be warm there!" ”

Tuoba Xian saw that the farmer's earthen stove had two stoves at the bottom, corresponding to the size of the two pots on the pot table.

"Sister-in-law, which stove are you serving?" Tuoba Xian asked.

Wang Cuilian said: "I'll play with the bottom of the stove together, you are here, you can sit inside." ”

"When the pot cooks in the meeting, I will stuff the hard wood into it, and the fire will be strong, and you don't have to worry about a meal, you just need to bake the fire."

So, Tuoba Xian sat at the door of the stove inside, and Wang Cuilian sat outside.

On the side of the pot, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, side dishes, and stir-frying, all of them are all taken care of by Yang Ruoqing alone.

"Watching Qing'er stir-fry is more interesting than watching singing and dancing!"

Tuoba Xian leaned back against the tall stack of firewood and grass behind her with a comfortable face, squinting, and her eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's figure.

"The knife technique, the pattern of the dish, the match is really beautiful, just like carving." Again, she praised from the bottom of her heart.

On the side, Wang Cuilian also smiled honestly.

"Yes, Qing'er will take care of the house, and stir-fry is the true inheritance of her mother, and everyone in our village knows it."

Hearing her mother-in-law and aunt praise herself like this, the corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curled with pleasure.

The busyness of his subordinates has also become more energetic.

"Qing'er, tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, how many dishes do you plan to make?" Wang Cuilian asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, how many dishes do you think is better?" ”

Wang Cuilian thought for a moment and said, "Mrs. Xian, you Uncle Luo, your Uncle Yan, you and Tang Yanzi, and me, there are six people here." ”

"Well, you have to get at least six dishes, six or six Shun."

Hearing Wang Cuilian's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"I'm going to make ten dishes that are perfect." She said.

Wang Cuilian's eyes lit up.

Turning his head to Tuoba Xian beside him, he said: "Our Zhuang family, generally those who can cook six dishes during the New Year are those who have a solid family background." ”

"Let's make ten dishes in one go, this is really like holding a wedding wine."

Tuoba Xian also smiled.

For the delicacies of the mountains and seas, Tuoba Xian ate a lot.

However, for the ten dishes that her daughter-in-law will make next, Tuoba Xian can't help but look forward to it.

This girl, cooking is a good dish.

Pushing through the old and bringing forth the new, the same ingredients are always in a variety of ways, which can always give people a kind of expectation and surprise.

Next, in the chat between Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian, Yang Ruoqing began to enter the formal stir-fry session.

Because Luo Blacksmith and Luo Fengtang had already taken the cannons and offerings, they began to set off to the land temple in the south of the village.

When they return from the Land Temple, it's almost time for Chinese New Year's Eve.