Chongxi little husband

When Zhang Xiulian heard this, she blamed her nephew even more. She wanted to drag him away, but she remembered that she had dirty hands and smelled on her body before, so she stopped in a hurry, glanced at Fang Yan's increasingly prominent belly, and urged Let the two go back.

"It's nothing unusual, it's cold at night, be careful, my brother catches a cold from the blowing wind, go back and rest quickly."

"That's right, master, let Zhengjun go back." Uncle Fu followed suit, "Is Zhengjun hungry? Why don't you ask Mrs. Du to cook something?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiulian also looked over with concern, and didn't urge any more, instead, she handed the bucket to Uncle Fu next to her, and was about to cook with her hands, "It just so happened that the fire was raging at home, and there were some uncooked vegetables and so on last night. , and some rice, how about I cook a bowl of fried rice for you?"

The two of them don't speak in dialect, but he doesn't feel it. He feels a little hungry after saying this, because it's summer and the weather is hot. Although he found that he has been able to eat and drink since he was pregnant, but these days are also much less. They didn't eat well either.

Zhang Ji looked down at the dialect, then raised his head, "Then I'm going to trouble my aunt." Looking at the mess in the yard, the servants who followed Uncle Fu before were also standing around the uncle, holding hands from time to time. Passing the knife and basin to pour water, the ground also wets most of the yard because of the water, and to be honest, the smell of the pig after scalding is really unusual.

So, think about it and said: "Why don't we go back and wait, there are too many people here, we might disturb Grandpa and the others if we go in."

Dialect also saw the situation here clearly, and he was a little curious at the beginning, but he also felt a little uncomfortable when he smelled those smells. The baby in his stomach seemed to feel it too, and kicked him suddenly, making him reflexively He went to cover his stomach with his hand, and soon another big hand covered the back of his hand. Needless to say, it must be Zhang Ji who was always watching him.

Seeing Zhang Ji's unconcealed worry in the light of the fire, Fang Yan nodded, turned to Zhang Xiulian with an embarrassed smile and said, "Then thank you, auntie."

"Thank you! Go back, I'll be fine soon."

"Let's fry some more so that grandpa and the others can eat when they are hungry. Put a few more eggs. If you don't have any, go get them from us. There are more at home."

"Don't worry, I know all of this, I'll go get it if it's not enough." Seeing that her husband had already shaved the pig hair, Zhang Xiulian should have broken her stomach, but she didn't continue when she saw Zhang Jifang at the door, so she urged the two of them again leave.

One of the two is a scholar, and the other is pregnant with a child. This kind of disembowelling scene is still not suitable for them to be present.

Dialect looked at everyone, and obediently turned to go home with Zhang Ji.

Before he was about to enter the door, Dialect suddenly smacked his lips and said with emotion: "I heard that the pig-killing rice is delicious, but unfortunately I haven't eaten it yet."

Zhang Ji listened and looked over, just in time to see the disappointment and expectation on his face, he couldn't help laughing, "I'll tell them later if I want to eat."

Dialect thought about it but shook his head, "No, it's not too much trouble. Let's wait until then to eat together. I'm always looking forward to the big guy's specialty."

As I talked and touched my stomach, I felt more and more hungry, and suddenly I was depressed because it was still dark.

Zhang Ji looked at his childish expression, his face became softer, suddenly he touched the place where the child kicked, and asked in a low voice: "Is the son still making trouble?"

Dialect shook his head, since the accidental movement last month, the little guy would move it from time to time to remind his parents of its existence.It's just not as frequent as others said, and it's quite regular. Every time he turns over or stretches his arms and legs when it's almost time to eat in dialect, it's like reminding his father that it's time to eat.

After several times, the others couldn't help but joke that the child knew how to love his father in the stomach, but the dialect was secretly worried, rubbing his stomach and complaining to Zhang Ji, could the son be a foodie?

Otherwise, why is he so obedient at other times, and only shows his presence when he is hungry?

Regarding this, Zhang Ji couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's okay if this is a boy, how strong he is if he eats, but what if he is a brother?" Said dialect worriedly while touching his stomach.

Zhang Ji couldn't help laughing, and then went to stroke his stomach, "So what if he is a brother, our son eats whatever he wants, who dares to make fun of him?"

"..." Thinking of the experience that this person liked to feed him into a ball, Fang Yan suddenly felt a pity for the child in his belly.

"What's wrong? Am I wrong?"

Quickly aware of the strange expression on the dialect, Zhang Ji asked, and the dialect shook his head quickly.Just kidding, if this person finds out, maybe he will be fed into a ball in the future.

***

Since today is the harvest day in the village, the dialects let those who came to work go back and take a day off from work, so the backyard that has been bustling for the past six months is rarely clean during the day.

Because of waking up in the middle of the night, Fang Yan woke up later than usual this time.If Zhang Ji hadn't woken him up, he might have continued to sleep and ate another bowl of fried rice in the middle of the night, but he didn't feel hungry.

"Are you awake? I'm going to sacrifice." Seeing Fang Yan's sleepy face buried in his palm, Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling soft and distressed.

Although his son is very good and doesn't make much noise, but as the month gets older and it's dog days, Dialect doesn't sleep well at night.

But this is for the whole village to participate in. Now that they are all in the village, if they don't go, they will inevitably be talked about.

At this time, Uncle Fu's low voice suddenly sounded from the outside window, "Master, is Zhengjun awake? Master and the others are ready."

"Wake up, let's go over now." Zhang Jiwei raised his voice, and looked at the dialect that was already more sober at this meeting, and hurriedly helped him change his clothes.

The door over there was knocked lightly again, and then Uncle Fu's voice sounded again, "Second Madam prepared some soup and rice for Zhengjun, and said to eat some to fill his stomach first, so that Zhengjun and the young master won't be hungry."

"Bring it in."

"Yes."

As the door opened and footsteps came in, the fragrance also wafted in.Dialect sniffled his nose, opened his eyes, looked over, and saw that there was still a little smoke on the tray that Uncle Fu was holding, and a piece of bone was exposed outside the edge of the bowl, including ribs and barrel bones...the fragrance came from there .

Fang Yan subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and his stomach suddenly felt hungry, and at the same time, there was a slight kicking sensation in his abdomen.

"..." Son, you are not really a foodie bun, are you?

Not daring to waste everyone's time, Dialect only drank soup and bit a rib with meat, and then went to his uncle's house with Zhang Jiguo. Uncle Zhang Qi and Zhang Chunyan were already waiting at the gate of their courtyard fully dressed when they arrived. Seeing the dialect Zhang Ji approaching, Zhang Qi glanced over with an uneasy expression, but rarely said anything.

Zhang Yi took Fang Jin and waited to look around the door of his house. When he saw the two of them, he turned his head and shouted "here we come", and then ran towards the two of them, pulling Fang Yan's hand one by one, "accidentally" Zhang Ji was squeezed away.Zhang Ji looked down at his two younger brothers, stepped back a little, and said nothing.

Xiao Jin has always been very sensible, and now she carefully supports her brother's arm.

Zhang Xiulian came out and saw that everyone was there, so she hurriedly greeted her uncle.After a while, uncle Zhang Ruixiang and old man Zhang came out with the whole pig head in a bamboo basket, freshly steamed glutinous rice, and a whole piece of boiled pork (like five or six catties). Those are all from their Zhang family today. For the sacrifice he had made, Zhang Luoshi followed behind with the burning incense, and walked down the slope first.

Zhang Ruizhong followed silently with his son and daughter-in-law.When passing by Fang Yan and others, Fang Yan noticed that his complexion was not very good, he was still stern, but still a little pale. He had always said that he was recuperating from his injuries and rarely went out, and he seldom visited the big house. By the way, now that I think about it, it seems that I haven't seen him and Zhang Qi for a long time.

Zhang Chunyan often saw them because she followed her grandma Zhang Luoshi often to their house, so she nodded slightly to greet them now.

Fang Yan replied with a polite but not very warm smile, watched them go down first, and then followed with Zhang Ji.

The sacrificial place is not far from the village, a gentle place in the lower reaches of the river. It is quite close to the Renshan Mountain they bought in dialect. Strictly speaking, it is at the foot of a mountain range. Looking across a large field, You can also see the houses that have been almost built over there.

A house was built on a small gentle slope at the foot of the mountain. The surrounding vegetation and the roof seemed to have been repaired first. At this moment, the village chief and most of the villagers had already arrived, but no one was noisy, just talking They also lowered their voices to talk.

Dialect When they arrived, they saw some people were busy cooking, some were sitting by the river cleaning, or chopping bones and meat, all busy.

The door of the house has not been opened yet, but a table has been placed in the open space next to it, and many things are piled on it, but the most eye-catching thing is the pig's head, which looks much bigger than the one brought by their family.

"That's the big pig that Grandpa Cheng's family has raised for more than two years." Xu Shi realized that the dialect had been staring there for a long time, and Zhang Yi, who was supporting (pulling) his left hand, whispered.

The dialect suddenly came to mind. Grandpa was still talking about how grandpa didn’t sell the biggest end to them. I couldn’t help but go to see grandpa, old man Zhang, only to find that grandpa had a calm expression on his face. Carrying the sacrifices, he also went to the other side of the table.

Dialect also noticed that other people were looking at grandpa and uncle, and then chatting in low voices. There were envy and jealousy on their faces, but the latter was rare, and some were in awe, especially when they saw them like this. It is most obvious when on the side.

Before the dialect could take a closer look, another villager came from behind, and he was supported by Zhang Ji to stand outside the crowd so that the people behind could come over.

After the people from behind came, the villagers automatically set up the tables, and several fires were lit near the river, and the people became more enthusiastically busy.

Dialect Zhang Ji didn't join, but sat at the outermost table, and the others didn't ask them to help too.Looking at the dialect, he simply asked Zhang Yi to go and get a basket of vegetables from the villagers to fold vegetables.While busy observing, I found that there are quite a lot of people in the village.I didn't count them in detail at ordinary times, but now the area almost the size of a football field is almost taken up by the whole village.

When the sun is about to climb up the mountain to shine here, when the oldest old man in the village trembles and raises his voice to shout auspicious, people stop what they are doing and gather towards the house come over.

The door of the house was opened, and several strong men moved the table inside together. Under the leadership of the old village head, several old men went in and lit incense, and then recited sacrificial rites, thanking God and the emperor for their bountiful harvest this year. .

During the period, old man Zhang and Zhang Ji were called to go in together. The dialect knew that it meant that only people with higher status in the village were respected and could go in. The location in the village is higher.

Just like Uncle Zhang's father and son, both stood near the door.

Dialect glanced at the expressions of the people around him indiscriminately, and sure enough, he saw what he saw before he came, but he also vaguely heard some discussions coming from his ears.

The general idea is that relying on him and Zhang Ji in the past few years has made the lives of the people in the village better, so it is reasonable for old man Zhang to go in. As for Zhang Ji, in his capacity, there is even more reason.

But before he wanted to listen carefully, he heard a protracted "kneeling" from the front, so he knelt down with everyone with the help of his brothers and aunt.

After doing this three times, I stood up again with a "get up". After waiting for a while, some villagers went to the side to light the firecrackers. With the crackling sound, people gradually became noisy, and the expressions on their faces changed. Solemnity turned into celebration, and groups of three or four gathered to chat.

But chatting with their mouths and hands not idle, one after another went to serve meals and put them on the table, and then took out plates or bowls of home-made dishes from the baskets or bamboo baskets they brought as if by magic, and put them on the table. In the end, there is no need to make special arrangements. Everyone sits at random and invites others to try their own dishes.

At this time, even if they were not from the village, they were all invited to eat and drink together.

Fang Ya, mother Hua, mother and son, Chen Daniu, who almost stayed to help recently, and the people who came to build houses from Renshan, and people from the neighboring villages... all came.

Eating, drinking and drinking are very lively, even more lively than New Year's Eve.

That night, the village became drunk.