sjar Chapter 621 Storytelling
Chapter 621 Storytelling
Throughout the year, only in winter can we eat sausages and bacon.
It will go bad easily in the summer, and unless it is stored in ice, it will only be eaten until spring at the latest.
Bacon and sausage are not smoked and will not last long.
Jiang Fubao was so greedy.
The maids brought a pot of hot fruit drink and then went to the backyard to eat the New Year's Eve dinner.
When the Jiang family has a meal together, they don't like to be served, so the main room is filled with family members.
As the sound of firecrackers outside rang out one after another.
The oldest ones, Jiang Shoujia and Zhang Jinlan, started picking up their chopsticks, and then the younger ones began to pick up the food.
The first thing Jiang Fubao picked up with his chopsticks was the sausage.
It’s salty, sweet and delicious, with the oil bursting in your mouth, it’s so fragrant.
This year, a little wine was added to the sausages for seasoning, and it really made the taste even better.
No rice is eaten for the New Year’s Eve dinner.
If you can't finish the vegetables, and then use ordinary rice to fill your stomach, it's really a waste of space in your stomach.
Jiang Fubao then picked up another meatball.
These meatballs are not as crispy as when they were just fried yesterday. They are cooked with pickled vegetables, but they are also very delicious.
It goes well with rice, but unfortunately there is no rice today, so few people pick up the pickled vegetable meatballs. On the contrary, many people like the sweet and sour egg dumplings.
In a short while, half the plate was empty.
The first thing to be cleared was the crispy, sweet and sour pork.
Young kids love to eat this.
Jiang Fubao only picked up two pieces and the plate was empty.
After taking a few bites of the food, her mouth felt choked, so she drank a sip of hot fruit drink to get rid of the taste. The refreshing feeling came over her and her appetite returned instantly.
"Come, it's cold, have a bowl of chicken soup. I put a few slices of ginseng in it so that you won't be over-tonified. I also put a lot of mushrooms in it, which are very fresh. The mushrooms were sent by Ma Chunxia from next door, and I put them all in." Zhang Jinlan stood up and took a soup spoon to scoop soup for her grandchildren one by one.
Of course, the first one to scoop was her most beloved granddaughter Jiang Fubao.
There was half a bowl of golden chicken soup in Jiang Fubao's bowl.
The chicken was raised at home, and the stewed soup was covered with a layer of yellow oil.
I blew off the oil on the surface and took a sip of the soup.
The fresh eyebrows were stretched out.
Jiang Fubao let out a sigh and felt a warm feeling in his stomach.
"It's so hot, I want to take off my coat." Jiang Fubao's forehead was already covered with sweat.
There was a charcoal stove in the room, the door was closed, and there were so many people sitting there, so it was very warm.
Even a little hot.
The other children also followed Jiang Fubao's example and took off their coats.
The adults didn't stop them because they were hot too.
The whole family was wearing thin clothes and eating enthusiastically.
The adults drank wine, the children drank hot fruit drinks, and even Qian Xile drank two glasses of wine, and his cheeks turned red.
The meal took a long time. In the afternoon, Jiang Wangyou and Kong Mingxue got on the carriage and left Jiangjia Village.
The two of them were going back to town to have another New Year's Eve dinner at Kong's house.
Jiang Fubao put on his clothes, stood at the door with his family, watched them leave, and then returned to the main room.
The food on the table had been cleared away by the servants.
A new pot of tea was placed on the charcoal stove, surrounded by a lot of peanuts and dried fruits.
Jiang Fubao picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and his greasy mouth felt less uncomfortable.
She ate a lot of meat today, and her flat belly suddenly swelled up, as if she had a small watermelon in her arms.
Jiang Fubao stopped eating fruits and vegetables while sitting around the fire with his family to rest.
She leaned on her mother and listened to her second uncle Jiang Eryong talking about the strange and bizarre things in the folk.
"In the eleventh year of Tianling Kingdom, a strange thing happened in Yingnan Prefecture. Every night, people living near the river could always hear the sound of babies crying. However, no matter how hard the officials searched, they could not find any children. But the crying sounded every day, which was very creepy at night. Many children were frightened and fell ill. Since then, the news that the river was haunted spread like wildfire..."
The horror story was accompanied by Jiang Eryong's deliberately ethereal voice.
It sounds scary.
The most timid one quickly shrank into the arms of his biological father Jiang Tongmu, trembling.
But his ears were perked up, wanting to continue listening.
Looks timid.
"Sudden--"
Jiang Eryong's voice suddenly rose.
Several children screamed in fear.
Zhang Jinlan slapped her second son on the back.
Jiang Eryong grimaced in pain.
"Oh, mother, why did you hit me?"
"I'm going to hit you. Why are you saying something so scary on New Year's Day? It's going to scare the children. Tell me something else."
Zhang Jinlan rolled her eyes at him.
"Okay, okay, then I'll change it. A long, long time ago, a strange thing happened in Chang'an Town..."
All in all, it's scary.
Zhang Jinlan didn't want to listen anymore, so she simply called her family members to play cards at the table next to her.
Only Jiang Eryong was left, sitting among the children, telling them stories like a storyteller.
After listening to three stories in a row, Jiang Fubao was called away by his fellow villagers who knocked on the door.
Jiang Kang and Jiang Ning were also among them.
This year, most families in the village bought firecrackers, so that the ground was littered with unexploded firecrackers.
Although it was buried in the snow, it could be dug out and ignited even if it was only slightly wet.
A group of children set off fireworks in the fields, by the river, at the foot of the mountain, at the entrance of the village, and in the manure pit.
The sound of firecrackers rang out everywhere.
Until the snow stopped and it got dark.
Jiang Fubao and his nephews returned home.
Stay up together.
The New Year's money had already been distributed during dinner, and there was nothing to play with in the evening. Jiang Eryong was tired of telling stories, so he ran to the next table to play bamboo cards. Jiang Fubao simply took his place.
I told my brothers, sisters and nephews modern stories.
"Once upon a time there was a young lady. Her father and mother loved each other very much. They only had this one daughter. Because her skin was as white as snow and her lips were as red as pigeon blood, she was named Hongxue. She was very beautiful, even more beautiful than her mother. But unfortunately, her mother caught a cold on a snowy day and passed away.
Hongxue's father was sad for many years, and finally met an equally beautiful woman. He married her, hoping that she would treat Hongxue well. However, this woman was beautiful but had a heart as vicious as a scorpion. She bribed the servants and asked him to kill Hongxue, just because she was jealous that Hongxue was prettier than her..."
If a modern person were here, he would probably instantly realize what story Jiang Fubao was telling.
Unfortunately, not here.
Several children couldn't take their eyes away from listening.
This story is even better than the one told by Jiang Eryong.
It was not until quarter of an hour later that Jiang Fubao closed her mouth. Her mouth was dry from talking, and she drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.
"This stepmother is so mean. She treated Hongxue like this just because she was jealous that Hongxue was prettier than her. Poor Hongxue, luckily there are seven people protecting her, and she was even married to the prince and doted on. I'm so envious..."