The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month

It snowed heavily on the day of the Little New Year.

All the families in Guzhuang were busy celebrating the Kitchen God, and the house was completely cleaned up. Because most people changed their homes this year, and the houses were newly renovated. During the Little New Year, the whole family and the young people all went on the battle, wishing they could clean every corner, which looked very decent.

Gu Xiang's "Gu Ji" also stopped business. She took Lao Du and Afeng and others to distribute welfare to the villagers at the door of "Gu Ji".

The money for one person during the New Year can be divided into five to five or six cents.

Even for ordinary people, it was a huge amount. In previous years, a person might not have really made so much money in a year.

In addition to the money, Gu Xiang also packed a lot of sticks, wontons, rice balls, rice cakes, soup cakes, vegetarian meatballs, and some meatballs and fish balls. However, there are fewer meatballs and fish balls. If you want to eat them, you can only depend on luck.

All day long, under the two rows of winter-dense woods in front of Gu Ji’s door, bursts of white mist appeared.

The tree canopy is crystal clear.

Early in the morning, it was not dawn, Qiuli and Cherry took everyone from "Gu Ji" and even the staff of the farm borrowed it out to help, and then they cleaned the snow under the trees, revealing the smooth floor of the bluestone slabs.

"Hurry, some sand is sprinkled here. I went over just now and almost fell. It would be fine if I fell down, but don't fall to the old people in the village."

Qiu Li was so busy that she couldn't touch the ground, and a few drops of sweat were oozing from the tip of her nose.

Cherry bent over to shovel the snow, twisted his head to see the big stove next to the dining car and the several particularly expensive pots on his head.

These pots were specially made by asking someone to ask someone to find a blacksmith master with good skills. They are strong and large, and they use a lot of materials.

At this time, the hot soup in the pot showed a shiny milky white, which was so beautiful and fragrant.

"I have been smelling this smell since last night..."

Gu Xiang happened to come out of the door and saw Cherry looking at the pot pitifully, and couldn't help laughing: "Everyone stops first, they all come to drink some soup and eat a bowl of wonton dumplings, at least they can keep their stomachs."

Cherry quickly came to grab a bowl of wontons.

The wontons were cooked first, then threw them into a handful of tender green leaves. The vegetable leaves that had just been picked from the farm were cooked and placed in a stone pottery bowl. Grab a handful of shrimp skins, poured a large spoonful of soup that had been boiled all night. With the misty heat, the fresh fragrance came to your nose.

A few fellow villagers who had just come over to line up to get the money, smelled the smell, and didn't even care about counting the money. They grabbed their own portion and looked over and looked at it: "Duyuan, give me the dumplings." The two boys from Huotou Camp who were so scared that they were in charge of the money said repeatedly: "Sixth Master, please wait and get some money first. If you are wrong, it's hard to find a supplement."

Afeng, who was guarding the stove, quickly served a bowl of steaming and round dumplings for the old man.

This old man is an old man from the Gu family. His son went out to make a living in his early years, but he had no news over the years. He is not young and now he has leased all his land to Gu Xiang. He signed a contract for twenty years in one go, waiting for every month to get a dividend to live.

Nowadays, people in the village like to go around his house when they have nothing to do, helping with water and chopping firewood, earning twice as much points as doing other things.

Gu Laoliu put two small silver ingots into his arms, stuffed his heavy purse into his sleeves, staring at the dumplings in the bowl, licking his lips, and shouting: "I don't pay for several farts. Now I don't pay for dinner every day, and I don't have a place to spend. If there is more, there will be more, and less, there will be less. How important is it for me to eat dumplings."

"Uncle Liu, you can't eat dumplings."

Gu Xiang smiled and said, "It's not easy to digest."

As she said that, she picked up the bowl, ate one by herself, and handed it to the cherry, asking her to put down the wonton and eat one.

Cherries squinted into slits: "Sweet!"

Gu Laoliu: “…”

He leaned over and looked at it: "You little girl, don't know how to eat it. I've seen this one you eat. Our third lady made the glutinous rice so it was not particularly sticky. There was no need to bite the small bite first. You had to put the whole piece into your mouth, chew it slowly, and taste it carefully."

Cherry was skeptical and swallowed one of them according to his words. It immediately stuck to his throat, unable to swallow it, and he was reluctant to vomit it out, so he was so uncomfortable that he jumped straight into his feet.

"puff!"

Gu Laoliu smiled, and the old god was putting a big bowl of soup on the ground for her, "Come on, the original soup is transformed into the original food."

While drinking the cherry soup, I took the dumplings back and said in great considerately: "I can't eat dumplings if I'm impatient, so eat your wontons."

As they fought over here, the villagers who were queuing up to receive the money were a little anxious and they all looked up. Gu Laoliu finished eating the dumplings, shook his head and went to eat wontons again, and savored them while eating.

"Is this pork the kind that our village feeds? There is no odor at all. I ate mushrooms and dried bamboo shoots... Well, it's so fresh, it's shrimp, it's beautiful!"

Gu Laoliu did it himself and added a small spoonful of pepper powder, a small spoonful of red tofu, peanuts, and some chili oil to the soup. He drank it into his stomach in big mouthfuls. The slight numb fragrance exploded on the tip of his tongue. He immediately smiled, "It's satisfying!"

"Especially with this chili pepper, I will never eat dogwood again."

The villagers received the money and gathered together to eat these simple but particularly delicious snacks in a lively manner.

Gu Xiang also ate a few dumplings, tasted a small bowl of wontons, and then returned to the stove to fry the meatballs.

The pork is half fat and half thin, and Gu Xiang chose it herself. Her ability to choose ingredients now is unparalleled in the world. In addition, it is all from the "Gaotian and Blessings", so the taste is unspeakable.

The meat filling uses a unique method to lock the meat jelly made of rib broth, and then fry it in 90% hot oil, which is cooked inside and outside without burnt.

As soon as the meatballs were fried, the fragrance spread for ten miles, and the entire Guzhuang was shrouded in a strong and fresh fragrance.

A group of villagers gathered around. While Qiu Li split the meatballs into one portion and wrapped them in greased paper, she smiled and pointed to the sign on the table.

"There are few meatballs and there are many people. Each of us will draw a lucky draw. Those who win the red draw will get a meatball."

Everyone agreed.

Soon, the one who got the red lottery was holding the fried meatballs and was full of joy, while the one who didn't get the lottery was full of disappointment.

Many villagers who won the red lottery smiled and gave this small lottery to their children and grandchildren as a mascot, hoping that their children and grandchildren could also enjoy the joy.

After working for a while, the two young men from Huotou Camp carried long notes and said in confusion: "Miss Jiang, there is still money left on the farm for the New Year, and someone shouldn't have received it yet."
Chapter completed!