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Chapter 290 The first day of junior high school is "difficult" with money

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    Last night, after setting off all my own firecrackers, I deliberately kept the other firecrackers, and set them off slowly in a few days.  The friends also dispersed after the extreme joy, or watched the Spring Festival Gala, or watched the game of cards.

    Finally, when it was twelve o'clock, the eyelids had already started to fight. The adults put down the good cards in their hands, packed up the mahjong and went home, and set off firecrackers together.

    Starting at 11:59, firecrackers exploded almost at the same time in places with a radius of tens of miles, and even the people standing next to each other could not hear clearly.

    It's past twelve o'clock, the Spring Festival Gala is over, and the sound of firecrackers ends.

    This year has also officially ended; the new year has officially arrived.

    ? Lying on the bed, falling asleep quietly, waiting for dawn in a dream, looking forward to a good start to the new year

    "Ren Tao, get up quickly! Get up quickly!" Grandpa's urgent voice was still the first one to ring out from the window, as punctual as an alarm clock.

    As soon as I turned over, I rubbed my sleepy eyes, got dressed, jumped out of bed and walked towards the courtyard.

    "Come help me hold the bowl." Grandpa came out of the kitchen and handed me a small bowl with a white thing in it.

    After looking into the bowl carefully, I realized that it was glutinous rice dumpling.

    The glutinous rice dumpling is in a bowl, is there something for me?  Grandpa's expression didn't seem like he brought me a bowl of food.

    "Grandpa, what are you using this for?" I asked with doubts.

    "Wait a minute and you'll know."

    Grandpa held a machete in one hand and red paper in the other. He walked ahead, and I quickly followed.

    The first stop - chicken garden!

    The persimmon and plum trees inside are the first goal of this trip.

    Opening the door and entering the chicken garden, Grandpa began to explain to me what to do next.

    "Wait ha, I'll ask you, whether it's a knot or not; you just say how to get rid of ha"

    "Is it knotted or not? Why are you throwing it away?" I repeated what my grandfather said. After hearing this, my grandfather didn't say anything. He seemed to be satisfied with my performance?

    ? At first I didn¡¯t quite understand the deep meaning, but later I realized that what grandpa was talking about was not Zhashuile, but ¡°Zha¡± (meaning pressure) Tuile.

    (In our case, this sentence means that the fruit bears a lot, the branches are bent, and the fruit is swinging around on it.)

    When I came to the persimmon tree, my grandfather picked up the scimitar, and his eyes signaled me to follow his train of thought.

    "Knot or not?" Grandpa slashed at the persimmon tree and said to me.

    "What's wrong?" I replied unresponsively.

    "Is it knotted or not?" Immediately afterwards, Grandpa slashed again and asked again.

    "What are you doing?"

    "Do you want to tie it or not?"

    "What are you doing?"

    Five stabs in a row, one stab faster than one stab, and the shouting became louder and louder.

    I also followed the speed of my grandfather, speeding up my answer and raising my voice.

    After chanting the incantation-like dialogue, grandpa handed me the scimitar, and picked a lump of glutinous rice balls from the bowl and stuck them to the opening just made.

    Then surrounded the tree with red paper to cover the wound just cut with a knife.

    In this way, a tree is finished.

    Next, the plum tree, red mandarin tree, pomelo tree, and all the trees that can bear fruit in the family were taken care of by the grandfather.

    "Ren Tao, come back for dinner!" Just in time, the sound of my mother yelling for breakfast came from the kitchen. After my grandfather and I finished the trees, we entered the house and started eating.

    On the morning of the first day of junior high school, noodles and Chaoshou are served as breakfast at home.

    On New Year's Eve, grandma will buy noodles and zhaoshou skin on the street, and take them home to prepare in advance.

    Chop the meat finely, add minced ginger and salt, add a little chopped green onion, and beat in an egg.

    As for the noodles, that's even more serious. Our family pays attention to Shaozi when we eat noodles on the first day of junior high school.

    On weekdays, the treatment of noodles is very ordinary. It is nothing more than cooked oil, chili, green vegetable leaves, and at most lard, which is excellent.

    Early in the morning on the first day of the new year, when my grandfather and I were still tying red belts to the trees, my grandmother and mother had already started preparing Shaozi for noodles.

    Fresh water leaf noodles can only be served with this special Shaozi today, and there is no such treatment on weekdays.

    Take a piece of homemade tofu and cut it into fingernail-sized pieces.

    Pull a handful of celery from the ground, wash and chop.

    A piece of cooked bacon, cut into small cubes.

      Pour oil into the pan, fry the diced bacon until fragrant, pour in celery and tofu in turn, and add a little water.

    Bring a pot to a boil, add pepper noodles to taste, thicken, and take out of the pot.

    ? Fresh Shaozi is served with noodles just out of the pan. There is no need to add other seasonings or add water to the noodles, just mix the Shaozi with water.  That's a delicacy!

    Chaoshou is just for decoration. Due to the large number of people in the family, there are relatively few preparations for Chaoshou. It is already a luxury for ordinary people to be able to eat four or five.

    I took the noodles my mother had just scooped up, put them on the table, scooped a few tablespoons of shaozi, and covered the noodles. The white noodles were instantly embellished with green celery and dark red diced bacon, very appetizing.

    After stirring it, all kinds of fragrances permeate the heart.

    For breakfast, I don't like big oil and spicy food. This kind of light taste with fresh vegetables and mellow bacon is just right to wake up our spirits.

    ?It also adds a touch of new meaning to the first day of the new year, implying a new year and a new atmosphere.

    One person has a bowl of noodles, sitting at the table, although there is no conversation, but the sound of noodles is the recognition of the cooking skills of the person in charge.

    After eating the noodles, eat the Shaozi and soup at the bottom of the bowl together to be satisfied.

    Today, on the first day of the lunar new year, every household stayed at home, and almost no one went out.

    Here we call it: "trapped" money.

    ?I don¡¯t know when and why the so-called ¡°sufficiency¡± in money on the first day of junior high school came from. I have known this custom since I was a child.

    On the first day of the new year, after breakfast, every household stayed at home, trying not to go out or buy anything.  In a word, if you can¡¯t walk around, don¡¯t walk around, if you can¡¯t spend money, don¡¯t spend money.

    After the first day of junior high school, you can spend your money however you want.

    ?The so-called sleepy words are more of a kind of expectation, hoping that in the new year, I can save money, keep the family business, and so on.

    In addition to not being able to walk around, you can't clean up.

    After a night of tossing on New Year's Eve, there are debris of firecrackers everywhere in the courtyard dam, on the aisle, and at the gate.  Gunpowder residues, bamboo fragments and branches are everywhere.

    But just don't let sweep, don't let move!  The euphemistic name is: poverty.

    I really don't know how it came about, anyway, I've heard it this way since I was a child, and I'm used to it.

    If it was on weekdays, if grandpa saw such a mess and no one cleaned it, he would have caused a commotion long ago.  It's a pity not today. If someone cleans today, they will be scolded instead. Life is so wonderful and incomprehensible.

    People who have nothing to do and nowhere to go, usually after breakfast, gather in groups of three or four at the door of each house, chatting with each other, and when it is almost noon, they disperse and go home to cook lunch.

    The day of the first day of junior high school should be regarded as the most boring day of the new year, right?

    If it weren't for the invincible Shaozi noodles for breakfast to refresh your mind, it would take a lot of courage to survive such a tormented day.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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