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Chapter 240 Regiment Year (Part [-])

Chapter 240 Regiment Year (Part [-])

Not only did I write a copy for the relatives who passed away within three generations, but I also wrote a special letter for the ancient ancestors, and then for the ancestors, and wrote six copies in one go.

In the end, grandpa asked him to cut a lot of loose money, which has been used more recently.

Tie up the beard with a rope, put it aside, and hurried to help, Dad pulled out a basket of onions, and then handed it over to Mom and the others for disposal.

As for him, he probably went to make noodles. Although there are some sold in the town, the noodles made by himself are still delicious at this time. tasty?

"Mom, how much is this going to take?"

It's not just that looking at the onions all over the ground gives me a headache, it happens every year, and it's almost the most painful thing he ever felt during the Chinese New Year.

Then he hated the house and Wu, he didn't like dumplings very much.

"How much can there be? Your dad was afraid that it would not be enough."

Not only wanted to stare, but was fatally hit by the amino acid sulfoxide emitted by the onion, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

He didn't like this for the simple reason that it took too long!

From preparing the stuffing to wrapping it up, the whole process takes about three hours. When I was young, I had all the snacks and toys on the New Year’s Day, and it was rare that all my friends were there, so I naturally didn’t want to squat at home to make dumplings.

But every year he can't escape, this is a part that everyone in the family must participate in.

As long as you can participate, like how to say, the past few years were also free. Since last year, she has also been asked to make dumplings together, but judging by her appearance, she should not be too resistant...

"Dad, let me cut the dumpling wrappers!"

As soon as I left the job of making the stuffing to my mother, He Zhi hurried to find my father to take over the job of cutting the dumpling wrappers.

If you can't pack it, don't pack it!

"Okay, but the meeting later is yours."

It's more than just agreeing without saying a word, isn't it just a face-to-face meeting, haven't you done little in the past few months?

It is said to cut the dumpling skin, but it is actually a porcelain bowl, the smallest bowl in the house, which is directly buckled on the rolled dough skin, pressed hard, and then rotated slightly, and the next dumpling skin can be removed.

The advantage of this method is that the tools are simple and there is no need to prepare anything specially, but the disadvantages are also obvious, and there are many corners and corners.

This requires combining the leftover materials and rolling them into dough again with a rolling pin. This process needs to be continued several times. In the end, it is better to just use the outside method, cut into balls, and roll them directly into dumpling wrappers with a rolling pin, without any waste.

Looking at the densely packed dumplings in the dustpan, I feel more than numb in my scalp, each of them is the size of a palm, and three or five dumplings are enough for an ordinary person to eat.

With so much appetite, it is natural, but he has no appetite...

Looking at the dumpling stuffing left in the basin, I was speechless.

"Dad, Mom said that you still felt that the stuffing was not enough?"

He Wei heard the obvious resentment in his son's tone, and it was a little funny. It was like this every year. The whole family liked to eat dumplings. Except for more than that, every time they made dumplings, they hated making too many dumplings.

"I never said that, I just don't have enough green onions, obviously your mother added too much meat."

As soon as He Wei finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill hit his back, almost shivering, and three words suddenly appeared from the depths of his mind: desire to survive!

So, he immediately added another sentence: "The main reason is that your mother wants you to eat more meat and grow stronger, and so is your sister, too thin!"

After finishing speaking, He Wei felt it, and the chill finally disappeared.

Not only listening to my father talking nonsense, but looking at my sister, I have been eating every day for the past few months, she has gained a lot of weight, is she still thin?

Are you raising pigs?

As for myself, it's impossible to make dumplings, sister-in-law, it's a pity that I don't have a brother...

"Okay, it's getting late, wash your hands, and go up the mountain with your dad."

"what?"

"Hahaha, it's past four o'clock, and you still said that you need to clean up the ancestral grave. It must be done before the sun goes down."

Not only was he about to sit down and rest, but was urged by his mother to go up the mountain to sacrifice.

Although he was complaining, the movements of his hands did not stop. Dad had already put all the beard, firecrackers, incense candles and other things into the back basket, and he quickly picked up the hoe and the bamboo basket to follow.

In fact, before, his grandparents took him to clean up many cemeteries, and the rest was the grandpa, which was left to the old man.

In other words, this will go up, and there are only two places to be cleaned up.

So more than carrying two hoes this time, he plans to take charge of one with his dad.

"Dad, your father will leave it to you, and I will go to the ancestral grave."

After finishing speaking, he threw the hoe and bamboo basket on the ground and ran away.

"Hey, you kid!"

The corner of He Wei's mouth twitched, is this brat arranging him to do something?

Picking up the hoe, He Wei looked at the grave in front of him complicatedly. His biological father was buried here, but it was too long since he passed away. He was only eleven or twelve years old when he died. Now his son is 23, and now even I can't remember the faces.

Sighing, He Wei began to use a hoe to clean up the surrounding weeds...

On the other hand, it is more than a matter of going through many obstacles and finally getting to the ancestral grave.

Looking at the ancestral graves covered by weeds and shrubs, I felt a little emotional. In my memory, when the village was still prosperous, the mountain cemetery was cleaned up every year. How could it be like it is now.

Without too much emotion, looking at this situation, I knew that my task load was a bit heavy, so I quickly started to clean it up.

In the end, even my father came to help. The situation there is different every year, and it is relatively simple to deal with. After He Wei was busy, he realized that more than half of the work was not done, so he hurried over to help.

It took nearly an hour for the father and son to deal with it.

Looking at the ancestral grave, He Zhi suddenly couldn't help asking:

"Dad, you said how powerful the ancestral grave was before it was destroyed!"

They have always been ancestral graves, which were destroyed at a certain period, probably because their ancestors were landlords, right?

The stone bricks in the sacrificial area in front of the ancestral tomb were pried away, and the two stone sutras in front were also taken away.

"You stinky boy, why are you feeling so emotional, burn the paper quickly, the sun is almost setting!"

He Zhi turned around and looked, as expected, hurriedly arranged the incense candles and other things, lit the incense, then knelt down and kowtowed a whole set, and finally burned his beard and loose money and hurried down the mountain.

In the end, I was complained when I got home, and I came back too late.

Not only is he helpless, the beard burns too slowly when it is wrapped, and now there are dry firewood all over the mountains and plains, he is really worried, and can only wait until the burning is over before coming down.

"Come on, the dumplings are all cooked, eat and wash up quickly, you can't wash up when it's dark!"

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(End of this chapter)