Leaving a hanging pork, Yang Zhengnian laughed happily: "You can fill some sausages again."

Zheng Qihong waved his hand in disgust and said, "You will think about eating and go to sweep the yard for your dad."

Yang Zhengnian said: "It's not that I just want to eat it. Wife, what else can I use for this pork if I don't want to eat it?"

"Yes, it can still be used for it, why?" Uncle Yang chuckled in a low voice.

Yang Zhengnian handed him a shovel and set off with a big broom. Nicole and the old hero went to help, and they also brought tools.

Mr. Yang's house is a traditional Northeast courtyard with a spacious yard. It requires some vegetables and grains to be planted in spring, summer and autumn. Vines are planted on both sides of the middle aisle in the yard. The withered vines wind up like dragons and snakes, climbing up the top along the bamboo pole.

In summer, this aisle is beautiful, with green leaves on both sides and purple grapes on the top of her head. One of Yang Shubao's joys when he was a child was to bring his friends to make grapes.

The grape variety is a giant peak, which is not very delicious, but it is better because of its large size. After picking up the falling grapes, they hold them in their mouths and squeeze the flesh out, and finally throw them away.

Uncle Yang told Nicole about this past, and Nicole was envious: "Your childhood must be very interesting."

"Yes, it's very interesting." Uncle Yang smiled. When he saw a kitchen knife drying on the windowsill in the yard, he felt moved.

"Nicole, you definitely don't believe that the kitchen knife here is sweet, which is called sweet iron, because the Chinese pronunciation is sweet and licking, which is also called licking iron. In the past, our hometown was backward, so children used licking this thing to supplement iron."

Nicole was stunned: "This is impossible. What the human body can absorb is iron ions. The finished iron is iron compounds, such as iron oxide, which cannot be absorbed by the human body."

"Maybe that's the case, but it has a sweet taste, isn't it amazing?"

"It's amazing, are you lying to me?" Nicole was not stupid.

Uncle Yang spread his hands and said, "If you don't believe me, just try it."

He handed Nicole the kitchen knife, and Nicole hesitated for a moment but still didn't believe it, and stretched out her pink and light tongue and licked it.

This is Jilin in the twelfth lunar month!

Nicole's tongue was immediately stuck.

"Yeah, yah." She was stunned.

Uncle Yang held the kitchen knife and said, "I'll ask you if it's sweet?"

Nicole: "Yeah, yeah!"

"Is it sweet? I said it's sweet iron." Yang Shubao explained seriously.

Nicole waved anxiously to twist him, but he looked surprised again: "What are you doing? Just try it. Why are you still licking our kitchen knife and not letting go? Why did you taste the sweetness?"

Nicole was about to cry for a moment.

When Mr. Yang saw this scene, he knew that Yang Shubao was teasing the girl. He angrily swung the broom to come and slap him: "You said, you are such a fool, what are you doing? Is there anyone who messes with his wife?"

Uncle Yang jumped around: "I know, I know, I'll melt it for her now."

After gently rinsing warm water, Nicole's tongue was finally liberated.

She was very angry and looked at him with a fist.

Yang Shubao smiled: "This is also a game from our childhood, it's very fun."

Nicole suddenly laughed: "Yes, it's very fun, you have to take turns playing games. Now, it's your turn to lick it."

Uncle Yang said, "Okay, I'll lick it."

He picked up the kitchen knife and wanted to put it in his mouth. The kitchen knife was washed with warm water, and the temperature was no longer so low.

But Nicole knew this principle. She took away the kitchen knife and pointed at the handle of the small cart outside and said, "Listen this!"

Uncle Yang took a breath: "Do you want me to become dumb?"

Nicole gave him a glance: "Hurry up, don't delay your work!"

Yang Shubao begged for mercy: "Dear, please let me go, I'm just kidding you."

Seeing that he finally panicked, Nicole smiled and said, "Dear, have you let me go? I'm not kidding you."

Uncle Yang was helpless. His father and grandfather were watching the fun. He looked at him with help. His father and grandfather pretended not to see him and turned to sweep the snow, but he still secretly watched the fun with his eyes.

"I haven't seen anyone sticking to his tongue in several years. This time I look at two at once, and it's exciting." Old Master Yang becomes more and more like a child as he gets older.

There is no other way. It is better to beg for yourself than to ask others. Yang Shubao stretched out his tongue and gently touched the handlebar and quickly pulled it back.

He smiled without sticking.

Nicole shook her head firmly: "No, you have to lick it up, lick it all, hurry up!"

"This is so dirty, there are bacteria and viruses!"

"The low temperature is over twenty degrees, and the bacteria and viruses have died long ago, hurry!"

"I don't!"

"What do you want to ask me for in the future? Then I will answer the same."

Upon hearing this, Yang Shubao waved his hand and said, "Wait, I haven't finished what I said just now, I won't - refuse!"

He licked his tongue onto the handlebars, and a coldness penetrated his heart.

As expected, it stuck.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Old Yang hinted with his eyes.

Nicole took several photos left and right, and then used warm water to relieve him of the predicament.

Yang Shubao rinsed his mouth with the handle of the car repeatedly. Old Master Yang comforted him and said, "It's nothing. At most, Lao Huang is urinating on it, so it won't be dirty."

This almost made Lao Yang vomit.

Yang Zhengnian took him to work, while Mr. Yang took Nicole and the old hero to build a snowman.

The old hero knows wood carving, and his carving skills are very good, so Mr. Yang proposed an iron bucket to press the snow firmly, and let the old hero show his skills after it is released.

The old hero was not self-righteous about this. He didn't have a suitable carving knife, so he simply took the kitchen knife to the stage.

The kitchen knife flew, the snow block fell, and a cartoon version of the blue fat man appeared. Of course, this blue fat man was white.

Nicole recorded him with the voice of Mr. Yang: "Oh, awesome, this sword is so powerful, yes, this sword is so powerful, this sword is so great, this sword is so great, the absolute magical stroke..."

Yang Zhengnian went up and said, "Uncle is really good at this skill. If you use it to cut vegetables, you will definitely be a good player."

Uncle Yang also came up to join in the fun, but he was pushed away before he could speak: "What are you here? Go and continue to sweep the snow. Don't sweep it too hard. Swipe the clean snow on it and let Grandpa Nicole do its best."

Seeing that he was pitiful, Lao Huang came up to help, and he held an iron bucket in his mouth to help him push the snow.

This scene made Lao Yang burst into tears. He did not feed it to the Spring of Life in vain. This dog treated him as his own person.

Mr. Yang went to the kitchen to cook sauerkraut and ginger soup. He used big bone soup as the base soup. The soup was white, sour, spicy and hot. After sweeping the snow, it was sweating all over. It was really exciting to have a bite of hot and sour soup.

They drank soup and chewed bones and were having fun.

Yang Zhengnian squatted on the ground and said, "Dad, why are you giving Lao Huang a big bone again? Its teeth are no longer good."

The old man wondered: "It's quite amazing to talk about this. Since this old guy was taken away and came back, his spirit suddenly came up. Look at the color of his fur, it's getting brighter and brighter. The teeth are so good, and they can bite the big bones again."

Yang Zhengnian thought: "It should be anesthetics that stimulate the nerves. Anesthetics that stimulate the nerves. It is estimated that it stimulates the brain nerves, and then restores it to youthfulness."

Mr. Yang asked, "So, has Song Huizi done a good thing?"
Chapter completed!