Mu Shuangshuang was careful when making cards.
Rice paper is very thin and can be torn easily.
Even when drawing patterns on rice paper, you have to be extremely careful.
In addition, rice paper is easy to penetrate and is light and thin.
With a slightly pointed eye, you can see what is written on the front from the back of the rice paper.
After finishing the first one, Mu Shuangshuang was particularly dissatisfied.
After thinking about it, she decided to find a tree and have Lu Yuanfeng cut it into wood chips of the same size, and then use the wood chips to make wooden signs, or go to the town to buy paper with the same hardness as a book to make playing cards.
Otherwise, everyone will know the cards clearly before the game even starts.
Unable to play Landlord, Mu Shuangshuang made an impromptu decision to go to Fu Xiaonan's house later, borrow a pair of Reversi chess, and teach everyone backgammon.
The entertainment items of the villagers can almost be described as poor.
In previous years, the richest man in Ergui Village, Lao Wangtou, paid for everyone to watch the show.
Now that something big has happened in Old Wangtou's family, it is basically impossible for him to pay for the villagers to watch the show and join in the fun.
Mu Shuangshuang regretted for a while and left his room with empty hands.
Mu Dashan and the others were almost eagerly anticipating what new thing Mu Shuangshuang would come up with.
Seeing Mu Shuangshuang's empty hands, she heard her explain: "I'm sorry, everyone, the rice paper is too thin.
It's easy to see whatever is written on the paper.
I'm going to make a card.
I guess I haven't gotten started yet.
I find it boring.”
It was okay that Mu Shuangshuang didn't explain, but once he did, it aroused everyone's curiosity even more.
Especially Mu Dashan, this man has never seen anything rare in his life.
After finally hearing something rare from my daughter, but not being able to see it, it felt like a cat scratching her paws.
"Shuangshuang, the rice paper you mentioned can't be made.
How about the red paper that can't be used to write Spring Festival couplets?"
Mu Dashan asked tentatively.
Because he was so curious, Mu Dashan also began to think of some solutions he could think of.
Mu Shuang's eyes lit up, and he smiled and gave Mu Dashan a thumbs up: "Dad, you really solved my problem.
Red paper can really be made into playing cards, but do we have so much red paper?"
A deck of fifty-four cards should use up a lot of red paper.
Mu Dashan narrowed his eyes into a straight line after hearing Mu Shuangshuang's answer.
He said proudly: "Of course we have a lot left over.
Your mother and I said yesterday that we would save it for next year.
If You can take it and use it, and we’ll get a new one next year.”
Yu Siniang also followed: "The red paper is on the top layer of the cabinet in my room and yours.
Go look for it."
Mu Shuangshuang responded and turned around to go to Mu Dashan's house.
It took a stick of incense to evenly cut the red paper into roughly the size of playing cards with scissors, and then picked up Xiaohan's small brush and drew pictures on the paper.
Fortunately, there is some cinnabar at home, so there is no need to worry about the red parts.
It takes a lot of time for Mu Shuangshuang to draw the pattern.
At the other end of the kitchen, Mu Dashan and others were waiting for Mu Shuangshuang's playing cards, waiting for the noodles to wake up, and after the dumpling fillings were marinated, everyone started making dumplings.
Although Mu Dashan rarely entered the kitchen, he did make dumplings with Yu Siniang.
The dumplings made in his hand are small and round, and you can tell he is an expert at first sight.
Lu Yuanfeng's craftsmanship is much worse.
The wrapper of the dumplings always breaks.
Either too much stuffing is put in and the dumplings cannot be closed, or there is too little stuffing and they become wontons.
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No matter how I look at it, I am not satisfied.
And when Lu Yuanfeng was making dumplings, his expression was particularly serious, as if he was on a battlefield.
Yu Siniang was frightened by his seriousness.
She thought for a while and then said: "Fengzi, you can go and help Shuangshuang in the house.
It's just me and your Uncle Dashan here."
Lu Yuanfeng also had this intention.
Let him work in the fields, go hunting in the mountains, or help in restaurants, and he can do it all with ease. , He only doesn't know how to do the fine work in the kitchen.
Not only did he not know how to do it, but he was also frightened when he started doing the work.
He didn't hesitate, spoke to Mu Dashan and Yu Siniang, and went to Mu Shuangshuang's place.
Mu Dashan and Yu Siniang continued to be busy making dumplings.
As soon as Lu Yuanfeng left, Mu Dashan sighed: "It must have been three years ago to make dumplings with Siniang."
Yu Siniang tilted her head, thought for a while, and nodded.
"Yes, that year was also the imperial examination.
My parents gave all the New Year's money to my eldest brother.
I originally hoped that my eldest brother would pass the exam, but who knows, he still failed."
Most of the memories of the old Mu family have nothing to do with Mu Dade.
"Yes, compared to other houses at that time, our third house was the poorest.
I still remember that my parents sent each daughter-in-law to their parents' house to borrow some money and come back after the New Year.
The second sister-in-law and the fourth daughter-in-law returned to their parents' home empty-handed, so you went to Lao Yu's house, scraped together some things, and borrowed fifteen cents.
The second sister-in-law and the fourth daughter-in-law were naturally punished by mother, but you were not praised by mother either.
Mom bought a pound of meat with the fifteen cents and asked you to chop some cabbage and make dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork. " When reminiscing, the expression on Mu Dashan's face was a little strange.
It's not that longing expression, it shows a little bit of unhappiness.
Yu Siniang still had a smile on her face, and she said: "Yes, I still remember that at that time, my mother said that I was working as a cook in the town, and I had to prepare the dumplings for the New Year's Eve dinner.
One pound of meat dumplings, plus Chinese cabbage, will have almost one and a half pounds of filling.
I can't finish the dumplings by myself, and I have to knead the dough.
It was you who carried your mother on your back and went to the kitchen to cook with me.
Only then did you finish making the dumplings as your mother asked. " When it comes to this, it is the scar in Mu Dashan's heart.
Mu Dashan took Yu Siniang's words and said: "We are full of joy that after working hard, we can still have a bowl of hot dumplings.
After we finished cleaning up the kitchen and filling the water jar, we went to the dining hall and filled two pots of dumplings, leaving only the water for cooking the dumplings.
Xiangxiang ate almost half of the pot by herself, and most of the rest went into the bowls of her eldest brother, her father, and her second brother and fifth brother.
The two of us could only drink the pot of water in which the dumplings were cooked until our stomachs were bloated, in order to relieve the sad feeling. " Mu Dashan's eyes turned red.
This is a true portrayal of Sanfang three years ago.
After a whole day of work, he made two pots of dumplings with his own hands, but the only thing he had in hand was the water for cooking the dumplings.
Sanfang, it was really hard in the past.
Yu Siniang noticed her man's depressed mood.
She reached out and grabbed Mu Dashan's wrist.
"It's okay, it's all over.
Now let's make our own dumplings and make two pots.
We eat them ourselves and no one will give them to us."
This was the first time Baozi Yu Siniang had selfish thoughts.
The dumplings she made today, she wanted the third roommate to eat together with Fengzi and Yuanbao, and she didn't give half of it to anyone else
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