The new book of the burning prairie star

Yang Biao returned home again and saw Qin Xiaoran mending Yang Lin's clothes. She looked up and saw Yang Biao's eyes on her. She blushed a little: "The sorghum has been fermented. Do you want to steam it today?"

"Well, OK, I'll move the big vat over first."

"Oh, then I'll bring the firewood in the yard into the kitchen." Qin Xiaoran ran away.

After the two of them were ready to steam the wine, Yang Biao immediately started a fire. Looking at the girl opposite him, her expression was quiet and shy, and there was something crystal clear shining between her brows.

"Take a break, and let me put the firewood in." Qin Xiaoran said softly. He put a small piece of firewood into the stove, moved the burning firewood inside, made the fire more intense, lowered his head and picked up a large piece of wood next to it, and chopped it with a hatchet.

Yang Biao felt that she was a very innocent child who could fall asleep as soon as she lay down. Even though such a major change happened in her family, she still remained kind and was particularly easy to have a good impression and trust towards others. She originally came from a wealthy family and her family hired someone to teach her how to read and write. When Yang Biao was busy making money and had no time, she would also teach Yang Xiaohua and her brother to read and practice calligraphy.

At this time, a loud and long gong sound came from outside the yard. "What happened in the village? Does the whole village have to go to the ancestral hall for a meeting?" Little Zhang looked at her eldest son in confusion and asked.

"Oh, I want to expand the scale of winemaking, but our family doesn't have enough manpower, so I want the village head uncle to take the lead..." Before Yang Biao finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Xiaohua's voice.

"Brother, come and see, Cui'er gave me a little rabbit." Yang Xiaohua hadn't even reached home when the voice came over. Cui'er was the eldest daughter of Yang Xiaoxi, a hunter in the village. She got along very well with Yang Xiaohua, and the two were cousins ​​within five generations.

"This little white rabbit is so cute." Yang Biao praised. He is not the kind of person who likes to criticize children.

"Yeah, I think this rabbit is cute too." Yang Xiaohua hugged the rabbit in her arms and looked around, "Hey, where's Xiaoran? I'll let her take a look at this little rabbit too. She's sure she'll like it, too."

"Since she likes it, why don't we eat the braised rabbit?" Yang Biao wanted to tease her.

"Oh, such a cute rabbit. I want to keep it and not kill it and eat it. How can my brother be so cruel?" Yang Xiaohua jumped up and down.

"Puchi." Little Zhang couldn't stop laughing.

"How can eating a rabbit be considered cruel?" Yang Biao tried not to laugh. "You ate a lot of the braised rabbit that mom made last time."

"Hmph, I will never talk to you again." Yang Xiaohua was angry and turned away without looking at him.

"Well, cough... cough..." Yang Biao pretended to cough a few times, then took out a silver bracelet from his arms, "These few days, I saw that someone at home was very well behaved, and I wanted to buy something to reward him. I hope he will continue to behave well. Since you don't want to pay attention to me, then I won't give you this gift."

"Since I've bought the gift, how can I not give it to her?" Yang Xiaohua quickly snatched the silver bracelet from his hand and touched the pattern on it, overjoyed. "Mom, I also have a silver bracelet to wear. What about Xiaoran? I want her to see the bracelet I'm wearing and see if it's pretty."

"Xiao Ran is lighting a fire in the kitchen. Don't bother her. She is steaming wine. The fire must not be put out until it is done." Yang Biao reminded his sister to keep an eye on the fire.

"I know. I'm not a child." Yang Xiaohua stuck out her tongue at her brother.

"You naughty little girl..." Yang Biao smiled and shook his head. He had no resistance to this child's cuteness.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the ancestral hall quickly and don't keep the village head waiting for too long." Little Zhang urged.

According to convention, she was not qualified to go to the ancestral hall. Even though her husband was gone and she was the head of the family, only her son could go to the ancestral hall. Even though Yang Lin was only eight years old, he could participate in village meetings.

Xiao Zhang is a person of few words. She doesn't say anything when there is something on her mind. Maybe she is too disdainful to say it out loud, or she thinks it is not decent to show her emotions, or she thinks there is no point in saying it out loud and it will only make her situation more embarrassing, so she gets used to it by enduring it.

"Brother Biao, go and see what's going on. Why are you knocking so urgently?" Little Zhang went into the house and took out the new clothes she had made for her eldest son. "Come on, try them on and see if they fit you."

"There must be nothing wrong with the clothes made by my mother." Yang Biao washed his hands, wiped his face with a towel, and said with a smile.

"Oh, when I was making it, I enlarged the size a little. How come it fits perfectly when I wear it now?" said little Zhang in surprise.

"Mom, your son has grown up a little." Yang Biao quickly changed his clothes and walked quickly towards the ancestral hall.

"Dad, there's a meeting in the village. Who from our family is going?" Wang also heard the sound of the gong that called for the whole village to gather.

"Well, let's go and see what's going on." Yang Dashan certainly knew what Wang was thinking. Whoever was sent would be the head of the family. But Yang Lidi was weak and incompetent and couldn't take on the responsibility. Yang Zhenzhen was the youngest son, so he couldn't do anything without his eldest brother. The best solution at the moment was for the three of them to go together.

Wang looked at the three people's backs as they left and stomped her feet in anger, but it was of no use as no one paid any attention to her.

"I called everyone here today because I have something for everyone to discuss." Seeing that all the village leaders had arrived, the village head directly told them the purpose of the visit. "Brother Biao saw a recipe for brewing wine in a book, and he made it. Let everyone try it first."

The head of the village signaled to his second son, and Yang nodded as he entered the room. He poured the wine from the jar into the bowls and said, "There is not much wine but many people. Just have a taste for everyone."

Yang Dashan took the bowl, looked at the clear wine, lowered his head and smelled it, the wine was rich, "Ah..." He didn't know why he sighed, he just felt depressed. He took a sip and it was a little spicier than the rice wine he bought at the village head.

"After drinking this wine, what do you think?" the village head asked when he saw that everyone either tasted it lightly, drank it in big gulps, or finished the whole bowl.

"I think this wine tastes good," Yang Xiaozhen handed the bowl to the person next to him, "Take a look at it and see how it tastes."

Those who had drunk it passed the bowl to those who had not tasted it. After passing it around, almost everyone present had tasted kaoliang wine, except for the little boy who could not drink much.

"Mr. Li, you called us all here to have a drink, didn't you?" Yang Shui asked the Li with a smile. Yang Biao knew this man, he was the only child in the family, his father was making furniture for people in the town, he lived in someone else's house, he was half a year younger than Yang Zian, seeing that all three of Yang Biao's family members were sent to school, he also studied for a few years, got married and had a son, his son was just two months old.

"Brother Qian, you are only half right. Today I will not only treat you to a drink, but also discuss a money-making plan with everyone." The head of the village smiled.

"A plan to make money?" Yang Shuiqian's eyes lit up instantly.