Chapter 130 Chinese New Year

The sliced ​​mutton is quickly denatured under the stimulation of boiling water.

The unique mutton smell quickly takes over the house, driving away the coldness of winter.

Yang Xiaotao stirred the mutton in the pot with a spoon. The rich mutton soup exuded a tempting aroma, making everyone in the room restless.

Yang Dazhuang stood in front of the pot, holding a big bowl in his hand, waiting for Yang Xiaotao to take out the pot.

"alright."

After tasting the salty taste, Yang Xiaotao nodded with satisfaction, then filled the bowl in Yang Dazhuang's hand, threw the chopped green onions in, and delivered it to Mr. Yang himself.

"Master, try it!"

Everyone in the circle cast their eyes over.

Under the oil lamp, the meat in the bowl was white and tender, the soup was also milky white, and the slices of meat looked tempting.

"By the way, there's also this."

Yang Xiaotao pretended to rummage through his backpack, and then found a small bottle in his hand.

Put it on the table with everyone's doubtful eyes on it, and slowly twist it away.

"Chili noodles?"

Mr. Yang suddenly shouted happily. Without waiting for Yang Xiaotao to nod, he grabbed the bottle, twisted it open, and used chopsticks to pull out a large piece.

The red and yellow chili oil was immediately poured into the bowl, and the originally milky white soup turned bright red. Mr. Yang couldn't wait to sip it down.

"Ahem! This smell is so strong! Ahem..."

"Before liberation, I went to Taiyuan with the team and drank a bowl like this on the street."

“It’s been so many years, so many people can’t drink anymore!”

Recalling the memories, Mr. Yang looked depressed.

For a moment, the room felt a little sad. People who have come out of the smoke of war always have some stories in their hearts that are difficult to let go.

As a time traveler, Yang Xiaotao cannot understand this kind of thing. Perhaps the genes left in this body record the memories of his growing up years, but at this time, he cannot understand the sadness.

After a moment of silence, Yang Dazhuang on the side said, "Sir, since it tastes good, drink more and drink more for them."

"Yes, drink more, drink more for the brothers below."

The old brothers at the table began to persuade, and Mr. Yang regained his composure, and then laughed, "Then drink more, or I'll keep it for you."

"Isn't that an advantage for you?"

"Hahaha"

Everyone laughed, Yang Xiaotao handed the spoon to Shitou's wife, picked up a bowl and sat next to Mr. Yang.

Then he took out a bottle of Xifeng wine and filled it up himself, then gave a few others a glass, and finally poured it for himself.

After a circle, only the bottom of the wine bottle is left.

The wine is sweet and crystal clear.

"Master, I wish you good health and everything goes well."

"Everything goes well."

Yang Xiaotao picked up his wine glass and blessed Mr. Yang, and everyone also picked up their glasses to accompany him.

"Okay, we're all fine with it."

Everyone took a sip, and Mr. Yang smacked his lips, "Yes, it's just better than soju."

Everyone nodded in unison, savoring the spicy aroma of the wine.

As soon as I drank the wine, the atmosphere became brighter.

Everyone asked me a question and I said something, and soon we started talking about life, work, the past, and the future.

Yang Xiaotao spent most of his time answering questions about the factory, the courtyard, the people around him, his future plans, wages and benefits, etc. Whenever someone asked him, he answered questions. He had nothing to hide.

When everyone heard that Yang Xiaotao had earned so much, they felt even more proud.

The pride of one’s own children’s future.

After hearing this, Mr. Yang was also very happy and kept nodding to the people around him, "We are all top-notch people in Yangjiazhuang, and we are all heroes wherever we go."

Everyone continued to drink, and after one drink, the atmosphere became more enthusiastic.

Yang Xiaotao wanted to drink another bottle, but was stopped by Yang Dazhuang on the side. It wasn't that he couldn't drink, but that he wanted the water to flow.

Yang Xiaotao also knew how precious this wine was.

After drinking the wine, Shitou's wife served a person a corn pancake, baked out of the pot, one side was golden and the other was battered black.

Yang Xiaotao reached out and took out a corn pancake, broke it into a bowl, and soaked it in mutton soup to make it fragrant.

Seeing this, people at the table all picked up the pancakes and ate them eagerly, each person guarding their bowls without even raising their heads.

Even the women who were helping stood at the door with bowls in their hands and began to pull.

They have never eaten so much meat and such good soup in their lives.

It was already midnight when everyone finished eating. This meal not only announced the return of Yang Xiaotao's identity, but also made the people of Yangjiazhuang regard him as one of their own.

After everyone dispersed, Yang Xiaotao had a conversation with Mr. Yang, and sorted out the things he had brought back. He also mentioned the wine that Aunt Wang asked him to bring. Mr. Yang just sighed with emotion, and then told him to move around more in the future.

Yang Xiaotao understood the reason and nodded happily.

The night is over and the day is coming.

The most important festival of the year is coming quietly.

On New Year's Eve, everyone celebrates the New Year.

It was almost nine o'clock when Yang Xiaotao got up. He shook his head and looked at the unfamiliar room and the furnishings in the house, but he didn't feel strange in his heart.

I had been running around all day yesterday, drank some wine at night, and fell asleep soon after lying in bed.

Xiaowei saw Yang Xiaotao get up and emerge from the window. Yang Xiaotao knew what he was thinking and let her play by herself.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

But Yang Xiaotao knew that this little guy was in the yard.

When I opened the door, I heard a crackling sound. I looked up and saw Yang Shitou, wearing a gray sweater, rolling up his sleeves and wielding an ax to chop down tree roots.

Yang Xiaotao ran over in surprise, "Shitou, what are you doing?"

"Xiao Tao, get up!"

"Why don't you chop some wood for firewood? You haven't eaten yet, and I'll have someone give you some hot spots?"

"No, I ate late last night and I'm not very hungry. Let's wait for lunch."

"Where's the master?"

Yang Xiaotao looked around and found no one, so he opened his mouth and arrived.

"It's not the New Year, it's time to prepare to welcome the family."

"Jiatang?"

Yang Xiaotao is somewhat different. In this era, there is no such thing as feudal superstition.

"It's just to hang out our ancestors and let future generations know their names. It's meaningless."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, then walked up to him and motioned for him to try it.

"This is not possible. You have never done this job before, so it is not easy to do it."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's okay, I'm strong."

Yang Xiaotao took the ax and struck it at the waist-thick tree root below.

"Hey, no, no, no, you have to go along the way, so that..."

snap

A section of tree root was chopped off, and Yang Shitou opened his mouth wide.

"Let me tell you, I am very strong."

Yang Xiaotao said proudly, and then slashed at the roots of the tree.

Broken wood and tree roots were scattered on the ground, and a large tree root was quickly dismembered and fell into pieces.

Yang Shitou was stunned, and finally he could only admit that Yang Xiaotao was really powerful.

After chopping the firewood, Yang Xiaotao followed the stone around the village.

The entire Yangjiazhuang is located on a plain. The land is flat and there are no difficult places to walk. The houses are built in an orderly manner and are arranged vertically and horizontally. There are few livestock at home, and there is not much garbage and feces on the roads.

The two of them were wandering around the village. Many women carried sacks to the Nanshan Mountain to collect tree leaves and come back to make fires.

Many children were also running around and laughing. Even if their faces were red from the cold, their interest did not diminish.
To be continued...