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Chapter 121, New Year's
Eve passed overnight.
Today is the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, which is the new year.
Every household has to clean the environment, wash all kinds of utensils, remove and wash bedding, and sweep the yard.
I have to sweep away all the cobwebs in the corners.
The locals call this period "Welcome Spring Day", also known as "Sweeping Dust Day"
.
Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the busy girls and daughters-in-law in the village. Washing the brushes.
He thought about it in a few years, and in 1966, these traditional festivals were not dared to pass.
Whoever dares to come out to sweep the dust at that time will be the result of feudal superstition.
In the village, Xiaonian usually makes some delicious food.
In previous years, I would make some of the flour I usually save, and make pumpkin cakes, steamed buns with red dates, etc. to worship the Kitchen God.
If the conditions are better, get some dumplings with a little bit of meat.
But looking at this year's harvest, it is estimated that the flour will have to be saved for the New Year to eat.
As for the sugar melon that was only eaten by the landlord's family in the past, I can only think about it.
But early in the morning, I heard people in the village saying that I would eat dumplings at noon today.
I heard there is also tofu.
Jiang Xiaochuan heard that he probably made the tofu when Jiang Dingzhong was not around.
Soon it was time for lunch.
The crowd flocked to the big dining hall in the village.
Jiang Xiaochuan took a look.
There is only one dish in the cauldron, which
is a pot of stewed pork blood, pig offal, tofu and Chinese cabbage.
And there is a lot of dumplings next to it, and the dumplings are grayish yellow.
It definitely doesn't taste good, but I don't know how it tastes.
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FantasyAuthor: mint will also get angry Category: Urban Fiction Jiang Xiaochuan traveled to the parallel space in 1958. In this era of lack of food and clothing, he used his own space and abilities to live a chic life. ps: This story is purely fictitious...
