Rebirth of farming for a living

Busy time seems to pass very quickly.

This day is the official day of the twelfth lunar month.

Wang got up early in the morning and got busy.

Although there is no shortage of people to cook right now.

There is no shortage of people to work.

But the hard-working housewife still couldn't rest.

After all, this is the Chinese New Year.

Old Li Tou and Mr. Wang had already said before that they would only stay for a few days and would return to their old home during the Chinese New Year.

However, when the day came, Li Xiangnan was unwilling to let the two of them go no matter what.

Not to mention letting the two of them go back alone to celebrate the New Year, even on the morning of New Year's Day, the two of them were not allowed to go back and wait for someone to come to their door.

Li Xiangnan said plausibly: "Who doesn't know that you two are here with me this year?"

"It's somewhat far." Yang hesitated.

"It's not far, it's not far. Mom, you can't leave anyway." Li Xiangnan showed a rare rogue air.

Yang smiled helplessly at Old Li: "It's okay now, I'm being blackmailed, and I won't let you go once I'm here."

He was not unhappy either inside or outside the words.

She said she was being blackmailed, but the legs were still on her body.

If you really want to leave, no one can stop you, right?

Or because I have lived there for such a long time.

Old Li Tou and Mr. Yang were not as determined as before about returning to their old home during the New Year.

Where have you passed it?

I am used to living a bustling life, but I still feel that it is a bit deserted when I go back.

Old Li Tou exchanged words with Mr. Yang: "Let's just talk today. We don't want to talk like this during the New Year."

Unexpectedly, this old man is quite superstitious.

However, it has been a tradition since ancient times to say less unlucky words during the New Year.

Yang didn't say anything and nodded in agreement.

Things about the New Year are just settled.

After breakfast that day, Yang also planned to go to the kitchen to help.

Although Wang always refused to let her do it, she was still restless.

After all, she is also a hard-working housewife.

When it comes to work, talk more.

While getting up, Yang also told Lao Li Tou: "Don't forget to go to the village today and tell everyone, don't let anyone run away again."

"Don't worry, everyone already knows."

Lao Li was smoking a dry pipe and squinting his eyes, extremely happy.

Yang was afraid that the younger generation who would come to visit the two to pay New Year's greetings tomorrow would come to the old house again.

According to Lao Li, this is too much worry.

Sure enough, everyone had already made an appointment.

No, the food here has just been cooked.

Many juniors came to deliver food.

It is still the old rule to respect the elders.

Bowls of stewed cabbage are all the same, with thick slices of meat and meatballs on top.

This is what Mr. Wang arranged for people to do.

"Oh, I'll give you a head start."

Wang smiled and joked with the people in her village, but she was also a little anxious.

Let Li Qiuyan call Li Xiangnan over.

Everyone else’s food has been delivered, and my own food has to be served in a hurry.

If you wait until dinner is served before sending it over, it will seem a bit late.

Mrs. Yang was also very polite to everyone: "It's hard for you to travel all the way. Hurry, come inside and warm yourself up."

The juniors who came here all laughed together: "Auntie/Grandma/Grandma are so polite, this is not that far away."

The people who came were all men.

There are many names for Yang.

Yang looked at the children and grandchildren of the Li family and smiled heartily.

After a few brief words, no one stayed any longer.

Everyone wants to say goodbye: "The food in this basket has to be delivered again."

Mrs. Yang hurriedly poured the bowls of meat and vegetables into the large basins that had been prepared, and returned the empty bowls to everyone.

I also did not forget to say: "Don't be in a hurry to say New Year's greetings tomorrow. It's such a long way, so it doesn't matter if you come later."

Everyone responded with a smile.

Mrs. Wang also packed several large bowls of vegetables and put them in the basket and handed them to Li Xiangnan, who joined the brothers.

He walked away in a lively manner.

Not long after, Li Xiangdong and Li Xiangxi also came over together.

Both of them have made great progress.

They even took the initiative to invite Mr. Yang to their home for New Year’s Eve dinner.

"My family has bought a lot of meat this year. My third brother has built a new house. My mother can live comfortably there. I won't let my mother live there. You should have the New Year's Eve dinner at my place."

"Brother, why did you rob me? Mom, you and dad come to my house."

The two brothers didn't know that they had earned money this year.

Still compared to Li Xiangnan.

Talking is different from previous years.

In previous years, although some concessions were made, they were mostly polite.

Today is a little different.

Mrs. Yang was also happy that her sons were showing their filial piety, but she didn't agree: "This year it will be with the third child. By the way, don't come over to deliver dumplings at night. There are too many to finish."

The gifts given by others are out of kindness and respect for the elderly, and are also rules passed down for many years.

Yang couldn't refuse.

It doesn't matter if it's my own son.

I made so many dumplings that I couldn’t finish them.

Yang did not agree to go there with the two brothers, and the two of them had expected it.

However, Yang didn't listen to him about the dumplings.

"Mom, you should also try my dumplings. You can't just eat the dumplings from my third brother's house."

"Yes, the dumplings made by Haitainiang are also delicious. There is more meat this year."

The two sons spoke to each other.

Yang was amused.

While the other side was smiling, another voice came: "You have so much meat, I want to eat it too."

Taking a closer look, if it's not Li Xiangbei, who is it?