During the lunch break, Jiang Yu had a dream. In the dream, she was designed by Su Yinyin and left Yuan Jiang Yu's path. She was so scared that she trembled and opened her eyes.

Pressing my palm on the top of my head, I found a thin layer of sweat oozing from my forehead, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of my lips.

Yes, Su Yinyin is coming in one month. I really look forward to it. This commune, which is like a stagnant water, will probably become lively.

In the era without TV, computers and mobile phones, life is still unchanging, which is too boring.

The "dadada" sound in the kitchen was fine and compact. She put on her coat and came to the kitchen. Jiang Yan was cutting meat residue.

The cabbage, onion, ginger and garlic were cut next to it and placed in a porcelain basin. The meat residue on the cutting board was almost cut. When I saw my sister coming down, ginger smoke put the meat residue into the basin.

"Start making dumplings?"

In Hexi Commune, the New Year’s Eve dinner is naturally eaten in the middle of the night. I just deal with it tonight. If there are men at home, they will watch the night. This is a rule passed down by our ancestors. People from Jiang have been like this for many years.

As for the people from other surnames in the village, they also follow the customs and live in Hexi Commune, which is the same every year.

Therefore, I am not in a hurry to eat this dumpling, but I still have to make it out in advance, otherwise I have to work hard after dinner.

Many people's family will take advantage of the time after dinner to sleep, wait for the dumplings for the New Year's Eve dinner, and then after eating the dumplings, they will go out with their brothers and sisters to pay New Year's greetings. This is the case at their family this year.

The Jiang family had an ancestral hall in the village many years ago, but in the later period, the four old ones were destroyed, and the Jiang family's ancestral hall was directly overturned by the Red Guards. At that time, it was said that several old men from the Jiang family almost passed by, but there was nothing they could do. People in that era couldn't explain it clearly. As long as the above explanation was explained, everyone would respond.

Among them, the Jiang family's juniors are involved.

The situation has not eased much now, so I didn’t go to the ancestral hall when I was watching, but at my own home.

"Sister, roll out the dumpling skin, I'll wrap it!" Jiang Yan moved the panel to the kang, then took the seasonings and prepared the dumpling filling.

The dumplings made by Jiang Yu have always been small and exquisite, while Jiang Yan's words are the best for three. After seeing Jiang Yu's dumpling making techniques, Jiang Yan became a professional dumpling rolling skin at home.

"Actually, I think it's easier to make a bigger bag." Jiang Yan thought, she made one dumpling, and the little girl had to make three. It's good to look good, but it's troublesome.

"For the New Year, we should pay attention to both deliciousness and good-lookingness. One dumpling can taste fun," she said, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and suddenly said, "Sister, don't worry, I'll knead a piece of noodles."

"These noodles are enough." Jiang Yan was puzzled.

Jiang Yu: "Will you forget it, let's talk about it when my elder sister's birthday."

Jiang Yan’s birthday is March 8th, which happens to be Women’s Day, which is a good day.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Yan was curious.

"I'm thinking of using spinach juice to mix noodles. Such dough is green. Wouldn't it look good to make dumplings?"

Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "You really do. I think it's the same as you will see. It doesn't matter. I'll give it to you when I send it to the New Year."

"Yes, yes, yes, and this." The family needs to welcome the New Year later. It is said that it is to welcome the New Year, but in fact it is to go to the village entrance to set off firecrackers, welcome the ancestors of the Jiang family home to celebrate the New Year together, and then see them off on the afternoon of the second day of the Chinese New Year.

This is what I remember. At least she lived in her thirties in her previous life, and there was no such folk custom.

Ying Nian is the boys in the family. After all, boys are inherited from the family line and are also the inheritance of the family. If girls go, in the eyes of the elderly in the clan, it would be unlucky and the ancestors would not go home with you.

In short, this Spring Festival, Jiang Yu heard countless folk customs, and every statement opened her eyes.

In her opinion, this is not a feudal superstition, but a kind of memorial and nostalgia, not a bad thing.

After all, everyone knows in their hearts that death is like a lamp extinguishing!

Seeing that she was no longer entangled, Jiang Yan felt funny in her heart. Her sister made her like her so much.

Even though she was naughty and naughty in the eyes of the villagers in the past, Jiang Yan still felt so painful. Now she has become so sensible that she feels a little disappointed while feeling relieved.

Without her parents' protection, she was forced to grow up.

"Where has Ogawa gone?" After getting up, I didn't see the boy.

"I'll go find Jiang Fei to play and I'll be back in a while. The third brother will come and lead him to welcome the New Year."

At about 4:30, Jiang Chuan came back from outside, probably because he was very playful and kept breathing when he entered the door.

"Sister, where are the firecrackers?"

"It's on the kang in your room."

He ran to his room, grabbed the string of firecrackers and ran out, "I'll go to my fourth uncle's house and I'll be back soon."

Before the sisters could speak, the kid ran out of the house.

In previous years, Jiang Chuan would follow Jiang Han to welcome the New Year, so he naturally knew the place, but the two of them were worried that this boy would go outside to set off firecrackers by himself, and it was still the adults who watched him feel relieved.

When he arrived at Jiang Changhai's house, Jiang Guoguang was already standing at the door of the house and chatting with Xiuxiu.

"Brother Third, are we leaving?" Jiang Chuan looked up at Jiang Guoguang.

"Where is your sister?" Jiang Xiuxiu asked.

"Are you making dumplings at home? Sister Xiuxiu, don't you help Aunt Fourth work? Why are you so lazy?"

"Hey, you little brat, dare to scold me, see if I won't beat you up."

Jiang Chuan hid flexibly behind Jiang Guoguang, and followed him to the entrance of the village while dodging.

The time for every household to come to welcome the New Year is uncertain, usually after 3 pm, and of course the location is also uncertain.

Many people in the village welcome the New Year at the foot of the mountain in the distance of the commune, which is of course not necessary.

Jiang Guoguang used matches to light two firecrackers, then pulled Jiang Chuan back a few steps. After the firecrackers were set off, he took out two stacks of burning paper and lit them on the side of the road. Even this year is coming back.

After entering the village, Jiang Chuan greeted Jiang Guoguang and trotted all the way back home.

In the afternoon, he had been having sex with his good friend outside for so long, and his stomach was so hungry that he could only go back to have a meal early.

As time came to five o'clock, it was getting dark, and the sound of firecrackers came to mind in the village one after another.

When they heard the sound of firecrackers, they knew that every household had started eating. There was still a little noodles they had not finished, but the supper was ready and prepared by Jiang Chuan.

There were too many foods at noon, and the three siblings couldn't finish them at all. Or it would be nice to finish them during the Chinese New Year. Fortunately, the weather was cold, so there was no need to worry about breaking them after eating them.

After making dumplings, Jiang Yu came to the kitchen and saw Jiang Chuan sitting on a stool at the kitchen door, holding his chin to watch the rustling snow outside.

"What's wrong?" she stepped forward and squatted down and asked softly.

Jiang Chuan turned his head to look at her, his eyes flushed slightly, "Second sister, I miss my parents."

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Another year has passed, and I am so worried that I am being pestered by my aunt this year.

Fortunately, this year's Spring Festival is very warm, not as cold as in previous years. By the way, our hometown is home many years ago, and it was accompanied by snow during the Chinese New Year, but now it hasn't been snowing for several years. I miss it.

The New Year atmosphere is getting weaker and weaker. Apart from aged one year, the scumbag author has no other feelings.
Chapter completed!