Chapter 123: Send something to the Zhao family.

Author: Dongmuhe

When she got home from get off work, Song Hongguo took out a lot of good things from the basket. In addition to the lotus root box I bought at noon, there were eggs, red beans, sticky rice noodles, pork belly, and yellow paper and a handful of fragrant.

When Ling Zhi saw it, he wanted to ask something, but he couldn't speak.

Song Hongguo faced his gaze that was about to speak but stopped, and said with a smile, "Tomorrow Qingming, I will prepare some food later. We will worship in the backyard tomorrow morning."

Ling Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up, "Is that OK?"

Song Hongguo said casually, "Why not? No one can do it at our own home. Besides, others will go up the mountain to worship tomorrow morning. Who doesn't have an ancestor?"

Hearing this, Ling Zhi finally felt relieved and helped her arrange supper. After coming back from the market in the morning, he climbed the tree and fed a lot of elm seeds. If he hadn't been afraid of too much to eat and wasting it, he would have wanted to pull the whole tree.

I was bald, and just like that, I had a full basket. I washed it several times and placed it on a dustpan to control the water. It has been dry now.

Song Hongguo ate a handful of raw fruits, and it was indeed sweet and had a fresh aroma of eating spring. There are many ways to make elm seeds. Her favorite is to steam elm seeds. She first sprinkle some salt and pepper powder into the elm seeds, etc.

If you add flour for a few minutes, you don’t need to add more water. The water from the elm seeps out and you can almost form it.

After steaming three full baskets, there were more elm seeds and less flour. The steamed buns looked green and soft and sweet. Song Hongguo was just spicy cabbage. He couldn't help but eat three. He originally bought red beans and sticky rice noodles and planned to make them as appropriate.

Some Qingtuans are too full now and have no time to eat.

However, the offerings still have to be prepared. After the meal, Song Hongguo rolled up her sleeves and worked hard. The two little guys also actively followed her. Even when she saw that she poured so much oil and wanted to fry meatballs, she endured it.

I didn't say anything disappointing, but I still tried to make my hands on the side, rubbing the radish balls round and small, and it was not troublesome at all.

In addition to Huang Cancan's radish meatballs, Song Hongguo also fried more than pounds of meat. They ate it while frying it, mother and son. The meatballs that were just out of the pot tasted the best, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, but the dinner was too full.

Dare to eat more.

In addition, the tofu and small fish were also fried. The tofu and small fish were bought by Lingzhi at the market. The tofu was cut into diamond-shaped pieces, and the outside was simply covered with starch and sprinkled with pepper noodles. After frying, you can eat it directly as a dish.

When paired with other dishes to make soup, the little fish is not very promising. It only has a slap length, and I don’t know where it was fished. There is no meat, but at least it can be counted. There are these four things for worship.

Even if the offerings are very rich, add a bowl of dumplings to work together.

After finishing my work, it was already nine o'clock and it was already dark. Song Hongguo picked out some of the fried items, put them in a basket, and went to the Zhao family with a flashlight.

There was no one on the road, as quiet as if time had stopped. Song Hongguo was not afraid. On the road, she even stuffed an enamel jar into it, which was something she had promised before.

Because it had already agreed in the morning, Zhao Zhenhua didn't sleep and was waiting for her to come to the door. Song Hongguo didn't enter the yard and handed him the basket directly at the gate, "Not much, just a little bit of fun, my cousin will help me tomorrow morning

Grandpa and grandma, please, and I will kowtow to them when the right time is right."

"Okay, okay, don't worry..." Zhao Zhenhua responded all over, dark, and he didn't see what was in the basket clearly. When Song Hongguo left and entered the room, he was shocked, "I'm going to do it."

My dear mother..."

"What's wrong?" Sun Shuhong put the soles of the shoe on the kang in the light of the kerosene lamp. When Zhao Zhenhua handed the basket in front of her, she couldn't help but stare wide, "This is really... I'm willing to give up."

Zhao Zhenhua sighed, "Who said it wasn't? Good guy, fried meat, fried fish, fried croquettes, fried tofu, all of them were gone. Judging from the heat and color of the fried food, it was not enough to save oil, unlike us.

My mother made it like that and fryed it with some oil. The tofu was a little black and was a bit scattered."

"Stop it, just then, my mother feels so distressed. Otherwise, she will be a city man. They have oil tickets every month, and there is no shortage of oil and water." Sun Shuhong looked envious and saw

The son was so greedy that he wanted to reach out to grab it, and patted his claws with a tense face, "There is no rules, you can eat it after you finish eating it for your ancestors."

Manyuan curled his lips and said aggrievedly, "How many more can I divide it at that time?"

There are several older brothers above him.

Upon hearing this, Sun Shuhong glanced at her man and snorted, "Ask your father."

"father……"

Zhao Zhenhua felt sorry for his son and knew that his son could not rob his cousins ​​in this family, but what could he do? A dozen people had to turn a blind eye without having to live a family. They were too concerned.

Don't you have to quarrel all day long? To be honest, it's fair and just for his father to be this family. He can't ask too much. Who said that the situation is difficult now, but now, looking at his son's grievance,

I couldn't help it and took a piece of fried meat to my son and stuffed it into my mouth, "Eat it, just this bite, don't make a sound when you go out."

"Okay..." Manyuan smiled and ate very slowly, and was reluctant to swallow it in one bite.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhenhua couldn't help but stuffed a fried chicken ball into his wife's mouth, "You can taste it too."

Sun Shuhong glanced at him, took a small bite, and handed it to him.

Zhao Zhenhua took it happily, chewed it very carefully. After swallowing it, he sighed with satisfaction, "I haven't eaten this smell for many years, and this time I've been so tired of my cousin."

Sun Shuhong asked in a low voice, "Can you take it to your father and see it?"

"Dad is lying down, wait for tomorrow morning." Zhao Zhenhua brought out the two bowls, and then he saw that there was an enamel jar below, with white background and red characters printed on it. He was even more surprised, "Oh,

My cousin is still thinking about this?"

"What good thing?" Sun Shuhong leaned over and asked in surprise after seeing it clearly, "Is this what you bought by your cousin? It's not easy to buy. You have to ask for industrial coupons. Why do you have the nerve to open your mouth?"

Zhao Zhenhua explained a few words, "My cousin said that the defective products that were handled internally, please do not have a coupon."

"That's a favor, right?"

"Well, it's okay. We won't return it in the future. We often come and go, and there will always be a chance." Zhao Zhenhua couldn't put it down and rubbed the enamel jar with a look of disdain, "My cousin didn't say it just now, I don't know how much it costs."

"Why don't you have to pay one or two yuan? I'll ask tomorrow."

"Okay, don't forget..."

At this moment, Song Hongguo was lying on the bed, giving the two little guys a sense of the various customs and cultures of the Qingming Festival and traditions from all over the country. In addition to worshiping ancestors, she would also go out for a walk on this day. In some places, she would also plant willows and put them on.

She was able to eat Qingming fruits and Qingming eggs while taking kites and swings. She also recited several popular poems about Qingming Festival for the two.
Chapter completed!