Poor little thing is eating melons and watching the drama in the period literature

In the twelfth lunar month, we officially begin the preparation period for the New Year.

The team leader organized people to drive the pigs that had been raised for a year out of the pigsty.

"Everyone knows the requirements of the food station. Everyone should be alert and keep an eye on the pigs on the road. If they run away, all of us will suffer losses."

"Roger that!"

Watching the pig herding team go away, the captain turned around and said to the rest of the people:

"I asked someone to hire a projectionist to show movies in our brigade tonight. We killed the New Year pigs today. When they come back in the evening, they can eat the pig-killing dinner while watching the movie."

"Okay, let's go to the movies!"

"It's time to eat the pig-killing meal!"

The children cheered and the adults also had smiles on their faces. They could eat as much meat as they wanted at the pig-slaughtering dinner. They looked forward to this day all year round.

In addition to those sent to the food station, there were still twenty big fat pigs weighing more than 200 pounds left in the team. Three of them were used for today's pig-killing dinner, and the remaining seven were slaughtered and the meat was distributed to the team members.

Yu Qingtang received the most meat among all the educated youths, even more than many families in the brigade.

When she was walking back with the meat, she could clearly feel two unfriendly gazes. She knew without looking that they were Li Jianxin and his grandchildren.

"Oh my, I've worked hard for a year, but I'm not even given any meat. This is so unfair—"

Old Mrs. Zhang is still the same as always, crying whenever she is unhappy.

The person in charge of distributing the meat was the women's director of the brigade, and everyone called her Aunt Xu.

She slammed the bone-chopping machete onto the table: "Aunt Zhang, what are you howling about?"

If Old Mrs. Zhang could be scared out so easily by her, she would not be Old Mrs. Zhang anymore.

"It's unfair. I've worked hard for a year and still don't have any meat to eat. I won't do this—"

"Your son has divided the meat, how can I not give it to you?"

"Who told you to be full of bad intentions? It's only because Yu Zhiqing has a good heart, otherwise he would have arrested you and taken you to the police station long ago."

Aunt Xu was not afraid of her noise but found her annoying, so she asked her family to take the old lady away quickly.

"We agreed to give Yu Zhiqing compensation for your mother and Li Jianxin's centimeters. If you continue to cause trouble, I will give your family the meat in the end."

The meat is distributed by queuing up on a first-come, first-served basis. The first ones get the best meat, and the ones to the back get worse. The last ones get the worst meat.

Li Jianxin's father stopped pretending to be a coward and directly took his mother home.

"Mom, please stop making trouble. If you continue, we will have no meat to eat this year."

"Humph, bad people are still bad when they get old."

Aunt Xu spat at the old lady's back, and then spoke to Yu Qingtang in a soft voice.

"That old lady is very bad. You should be more careful in the future and be careful not to fall into her trap."

This sounded like a story, so Yu Qingtang moved closer to her.

"What do you mean? Aunt Xu, please tell me."

Aunt Xu was unwilling to say more.

"Ah, what's there to say? It's just those dirty things. You've seen them before. It's a good day, so let's not talk about these unlucky things."

Seeing that he couldn’t eat the melon, Yu Qingtang carried the meat home anxiously.

The little brat Li Jianye followed her happily.

"Yu Zhiqing, there's a movie tonight, do you want me to save a seat for you?"

He raised a finger and said, "A candy. I will definitely give you the best position."

"Okay!"

Yu Qingtang took out five fruit candies and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Give me five spots."

She, Yu Qingxu, Jiang Wan and Dong Yue. Cheng Wuyang recently took Yu Qingxu in and helped him take up a spot, making it exactly five.

Yu Qingtang: "Isn't it a bit too many people?"

"Leave it to me, don't worry."

Li Jianye patted his chest and promised that he would do it.

Well, Li Jianye is quite trustworthy in doing business, so Yu Qingtang handed the matter over to him with confidence and went home with the meat.

Seeing that there was no one around, she asked him, "Aunt Xu, the women's director, seems to hate Old Madam Zhang very much. Why is that?"

Li Jianye raised his head and looked at her sideways, with his palms facing upwards.

Yu Qingtang: ...

Skilled, so skilled!

After handing over the candy, Li Jianye spoke up, "When Aunt Xu was young, Third Grandma fell in love with her."

Confused eyes towards Yu Qingtang.

Li Jianye explained to her: "Oh, my third grandmother is the old lady Zhang you mentioned."

"I think I told you that our family is related to Li Jianxin's family."

Yu Qingtang then remembered that he had once felt ashamed of the bad things that Li Jianye and Li Jianxin had done.

"Okay, let's not talk about that. Tell me about Aunt Xu and Old Madam Zhang."

Li Jianye scratched his head, not understanding why she wanted to know these things.

"It was Third Grandma who wanted Aunt Xu to marry Li Jianxin's father as her daughter-in-law, but Aunt Xu looked down on Li Jianxin's father, and then Third Grandma often scolded Aunt Xu."

Judging from how much Aunt Xu disliked Old Lady Zhang, this matter was definitely not that simple, but Li Jianye was just a child, and this was probably all he knew.

*

Yu Qingtang returned to the cafeteria to help.

The cafeteria was bustling with activity.

The hardworking women have put all their skills into making today's meat dishes, and every part of the pig has been made into a different delicacy.

After being busy from morning to afternoon, when the pig-driving team came back, they had set up tables on the flat ground, and those who were on good terms with each other sat at a table, eating and chatting.

"It smells so good."

Yu Qingtang gnawed on a piece of soft-cooked pig's trotter: "They are all the same, with similar seasonings and cooking methods, but today's pig's trotter is especially fragrant and soft."

"If you like it, eat more."

Cheng Wuyang picked up another piece of pig's trotter for her.

Yu Qingtang ate it without any hesitation.

Yu Qingxu raised his head and looked at the two of them, especially Cheng Wuyang, and always felt that something was strange.

"The pigs were running around in the fields in the morning, and in the afternoon they were in the bowl. How could such fresh pig's trotters not be delicious?"

Qin Qianqian was also gnawing on pig's trotters. She never ate this kind of food before.

Seeing Yu Qingtang eating with relish, she took a bite. Unexpectedly, the taste of the pig's trotter was so delicious that she couldn't stop eating.

In her opinion, gnawing on pig's trotters was not an elegant way to eat, and the only reason that the ingredients were fresh could comfort her.

"Why don't you let him eat?"

An angry baby voice came from the side, interrupting the conversation here.

Yu Qingtang looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it came from the children's table. The one who spoke was the three-year-old little girl named Fubao.

The tables for the children are low tables, and the children sit on low stools, which is so cute.

There was only one child sitting in a wheelchair, who was taller than the children next to him and stood out.

The child is very pretty, with red lips, white teeth, delicate features and eyebrows. Just sitting there without saying a word, he looks like a beautiful doll.

In Yu Qingtang's eyes, the child was emitting a white halo.

However, this kid who has the aura of a male protagonist is now in an embarrassing situation.

The little boy opposite pointed at his nose and arrogantly refused to let him eat. He held the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair tightly with both hands, trying his best to endure something.

The group's favorite heroine Jiang Yuanyuan stood beside him, with her hands on her hips, pointing at the child opposite: "Why don't you let Brother Yishu eat meat?"

"He's not from our team. He was picked up by your father. Why should he share our meat?"

The little boy opposite had a flamboyant look on his face, full of confidence.

"Those money-losers are more qualified to eat meat than him."

He pointed his finger at a few little girls at another table.