After dividing the clothes materials yesterday, the Mid-Autumn Festival is ushered in today.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is the most abundant festival.
The fruits, pears and peaches are all ripe.
Even a poor family can prepare a decent table of food.
Not to mention a well-off family like the He family.
When they got up early in the morning, Mrs.
He and Miss He Zijin knocked down the dates from the two jujube trees in the yard.
These two jujube trees are some years old, and their trunks are thicker than He Zijin’s waist.
They produce many jujubes every year, which are both crisp and sweet.
They are famous for their good jujubes.
However, He Lao Niang has a rule and is not allowed to touch it until the Mid-Autumn Festival.
If He Zijin wants to eat it, he can only pick a few secretly like a thief.
According to He Lao Niang's rules, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, she would get up in the morning to beat dates, pick them carefully, and give some to nearby tribesmen.
The remaining He Lao Niang would dry the dates into dried dates, or use them to steam jujube steamed buns.
Or used to make jujube cake, both are good.
He Lao Niang personally knocked down the dates with a bamboo pole and asked He Zijin and the third girl to pick them up on the ground.
He Zijin was young and got tired after squatting on the ground for a while.
Seeing that their speed had slowed down, the old lady took advantage of the two of them to pick up dates on the ground and held up a bamboo pole and slapped the branches of the dates twice.
Then, He Zijin and the third girl were hit all over their heads by the fallen dates.
He Zijin rubbed his head and said angrily, "If you keep doing this, I won't pick you up."
Madam He poked the bamboo pole with one hand, put her other hand on her waist, and said, "If you do a little bit of work, you will complain about everything.
You are a born lazy child, but you should be faster.
If you dawdle even more, just open your mouth and be quick, what's the use?"
He Zijin was hit on the head several times by dates and pouted, "I won't work with you anymore, we can't get along."
"Hurry up and pick it up.
After I pick it up, I will make you a jujube steamed bun to eat."
In addition to violent suppression, He Lao Niang also used inducements.
He Zijin muttered as he picked up the dates, "It sounds like I have never eaten jujube steamed buns in my eight lives.
My waist is so tired."
"Child, every kid has a big waist, so don't try to trick you."
Mrs.
He stared at the red dates on the branches and praised, "There is no such good jujube tree as ours in the entire Bishui County."
After picking up the dates, Mrs.
He took two people to divide the dates.
After dividing the dates, she sent them to run errands to deliver them to several close clan members.
The Chen family was different and asked Grandma Yu to take a trip in person.
Running errands is not without its benefits.
The clan members are very close to each other these days.
He Zijin and the third girl sent dates.
Although they were not valuable things, they also received gifts in return such as snacks, fruits, and moon cakes.
When the two came back, Nanny Yu had already washed a plate of dates and smiled, "Boss, the eldest and cousin are both tired.
Come, take a rest and eat some dates."
He Zijin knocked on his chubby legs and said, "My legs were almost broken."
Aunt Yu wanted to laugh when she heard her talking like a little adult.
She added some boiled water to the two of them and went to do their work.
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The Mid-Autumn Festival was very busy.
Even He Zijin and the third girl had to be sent out to run errands.
He Lao Niang was busy watching He Lie after finishing jujube harvesting, and everyone else was busy.
I ate some casually for lunch and spent most of it in the evening.
This Mid-Autumn Festival meal is comparable to the New Year’s Eve dinner during the Chinese New Year.
The He family was only well-off, but they also had chicken, duck, and fish.
In addition, fruits and melons were plentiful at this time, so meat and vegetables were appropriate on the table.
He Zijin and Shen had similar habits.
They both ate vegetarian in the evening, but the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was different.
He Zijin ate a rabbit leg and drank two bowls of fish soup.
After dinner, when the family was enjoying the moon in the courtyard, the table was replaced by grapes, peanuts, apples, peaches, pears and moon cakes.
He Lie was also dressed warmly and wearing a tiger head hat and was carried out by Shen.
There was pomegranate juice on the table.
He Zijin fed He Lie some pomegranate juice.
He Lie drank several spoonfuls and reached out to grab the spoon.
Whenever He Lie's hand was about to grab the spoon, He Zijin immediately moved away.
He Lie then caught him even more happily.
He Lao Niang loves her grandson very much and says, "He Zijin knows how to tease us."
He Zijin started teasing He Lao Niang instead.
She said, "Grandma, the moonlight is so beautiful, what's the point of just looking at the moon?"
In fact, He Zijin was fascinated by just looking at the moon.
In his previous life, the moon was sometimes too bright. kind of luxury.
Today's night sky is a deep blue, and with such a bright moon hanging on it, you can understand what "moonlight" is.
Even if she has watched it for five years, she still hasn't seen enough.
He Lao Niang said, "Why is it boring?
The moon is so beautiful."
Although she couldn't say what she thought of it, she still thought it looked good.
Especially during the festival, with her children and grandchildren around her knees, Mrs.
He was in a good mood.
"It's a big festival.
Just looking at the moon is a bit lonely.
You have to play something."
In Dream of Red Mansions, the drumming family passed down the family tradition.
Her family did have flowers, but no drums.
He Zijin suggested, "How about...
Let's play dice and count, and whoever gets counted will do something, tell a joke, sing a play, play the flute, guess riddles, anything will do, how about it?"
These days, entertainment options are limited, so Mrs.
He doesn’t object, she smiles and says, “Sure.”
Aunt Yu was in a dilemma, "I do have a card at home, but I don't have any dice."
No one in the He family played this game.
He Zijin volunteered, "I have it"
Mrs.
Shen asked, "Where did you get this?"
Could it be that my daughter secretly learned to play dice?
He Zijin said, "Brother Han gave it to me."
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He Han next door was her good friend and taught her how to play dice.
In fact, this dice was not given to He Zijin by He Han.
The main reason was that He Han had been beaten several times at home for playing dice.
He Han's mother just threw one piece at a time, and He Han just kept it with He Zijin.
Mrs.
Shen originally wanted to teach her daughter a few words, but she thought about the big deal, so she said, "Tell Cui'er to get it."
"Sister Cui, I don't know where it is."
He Zijin went to get it himself.
Mrs.
Shen looked at Cui'er who was sitting with Aunt Yu, Mrs.
Zhou and Xiao Fuzi, and sighed secretly.
Her daughter had already lived in a house by herself.
Mrs.
Shen was worried and asked Cui'er to live with her, as well as to take care of her. mean.
My daughter has her own set of dice, but this silly girl, Cui'er, doesn't even know about it.
Thinking of how difficult her daughter was, Ms.
Shen had a headache.
Suddenly, He Zijin brought the dice, and she volunteered, "Except for Ah Lie, I am the youngest.
I will shake it, and everyone must listen to me."
Knowing that He Zijin was a troublemaker, He Lao Niang said, "Hurry up and see who wins first."
There was no need to guess, He Zijin hit He Lao Niang with one shake, and He Lao Niang was worried, "What's going on?"
He Zijin said, "I have heard from my great-aunt that she can sing opera."
These days, it is fashionable to listen to opera, but being able to sing opera and being an actor are two different things.
Hearing what He Zijin said, He Lao Niang pretended to be modest and said, "No, I can only sing a few lines."
He Zijin was so agile that he immediately rushed over and pulled He Lao Niang's sleeves, swaying her from side to side, shamelessly pretending to be sweet and coquettish, "Sing, sing, I haven't heard my grandma watch the show yet."
He Zijin's expectation greatly satisfied He's vanity.
Then, He touched He Zijin's bun and complained falsely, "There's really nothing you can do about this girl's movie, so let's sing one." ” Whether the opera sung by He Lao Niang was good or not, everyone was very enthusiastic about it, especially He Zijin, whose small hands were so crisp.
He Lao Niang sang with joy both physically and mentally.
She laughed and said to He Zijin, "Shake one more to see who is next."
He Zijin shook her father out with a crash.
Her father couldn't sing, so he played a flute that was out of tune.
He Zijin rubbed his ears and said, "Oh my God, my ears are almost deafening."
Mrs.
He laughed and said, "Your father is not like me in this matter.
I can remember those tunes after hearing them once.
Your father can't remember them and he can't play the flute well."
He Gong had a good temper, smiled and sipped his tea, "Just do as you please."
"Your grandfather was a good flute player back then."
Mrs.
He asked her son with a smile, "Gong'er, do you still remember your dad playing the flute?"
He Gong smiled, "I don't remember playing the flute.
I remember that dad can play the huqin.
Mom, you can sing along with the huqin."
"It's all happened in the past."
He Lao Niang said, "I didn't know how to sing before.
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Whoever can sing like this is your father who taught me.
Oh, it's so annoying that it kills people.
He plays the huqin well, and he also A theater troupe from the state capital came to him and wanted him to join the industry.
It's a joke.
How can people like us do this?
Your father likes this, and sometimes he can't stop them from begging, so he just goes to have sex with them.
I'll take you and your sister with me, and it's free. " He Gong said, "I don't even remember this.
My sister knows about it.
She told me about it before."
"You were still young at that time and don't remember things."
Mrs.
He took her son's flute and played a piece of music across her lips.
He Zijin couldn't name it, but just by hearing it, he knew that he was a better player than He Gong.
Much more.
He Zijin hurriedly applauded He Lao Niang and said loudly, "Grandma, you play beautifully."
She originally wanted to amuse He Lao Niang and make everyone happy, but she did not want He Lao Niang to miss her late husband and be sad.
Everyone has shortcomings.
For example, my mother likes to hear flattery.
When He Zijin praised her loudly, he laughed and said, "I am better than your father."
He Zijin said, "Grandma, please sing another opera for me.
I didn't hear enough just now."
He Lao Niang is also a fancier in modern times and is very expressive.
She coughed twice, pretended to be reluctant, said "Okay" and then sang another verse.
He Zijin asked, "Grandma, I haven't heard what this song is about."
Madam He joked, "You little person, you have never heard of opera."
Then she explained to He Zijin what story she was singing in which part of the opera.
Then, He Zijin clapped vigorously, flattered her, and asked Mrs.
He to sing a verse.
So, Mrs.
He "reluctantly" sang another verse So, one night became He Lao Niang’s special performance So, on the second day, Mrs.
He became hoarse.
Mrs.
Shen went to the kitchen to stew pears with caramel to moisten her mother-in-law's throat.
He Gong went to Ping'an Hall to ask Dr.
Zhang to come and examine her mother's throat.
He was just over-exerting her voice, so Dr.
Zhang prescribed some medicine to cool down the fire.
When Dr.
Zhang went out, He Zijin said to her father, "Dad, look at the palms of my hands, they are a little swollen and hurt."
She clapped too much yesterday and wanted to ask Dr.
Zhang for some ointment to apply.
Unexpectedly, her father didn't sympathize with him at all, and said, "My hands are swollen from flattering me.
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