This heavy snow made Jixiang County a white world. The snow layer was too thick and the expressway was closed for two days.

There is no way to run on the highway, and there is no way to walk on the mountain road.

Nicole and the old knight wanted to bring hot coffee and snacks to enjoy the rime scenery after the snow, but this was no longer possible.

Uncle Yang comforted them that there was no rime in such heavy snow, because the trees were covered with snow, and the ice-colored world could not be formed.

It lasted until the heavy snow covered the mountains before the New Year and could not go up the mountains.

But they were not bored. Uncle Yang took them to eat iced persimmons and frozen pears. Mr. Yang picked up some chestnuts in autumn, and then took them out and cooked them in the snow. Then he made a bonfire and cooked a pan, and then made a candy stir-fried chestnuts.

The chestnuts are soft and sweet, and the frozen persimmons and frozen pears have a unique taste. One is warm and the other is cold. Nicole was very happy when I ate it for the first time.

After the heavy snow, the sun shone brightly for several consecutive days, and finally the snow remaining on the ground melted, and the village became lively. During the day, the man gathered under the wall to play cards and mahjong, and the old man was basking in the sun with his hands.

To borrow the popular saying on the Internet now, all the memories are all within your eyes.

At night, Tunzi Square became lively and the women went to dance square dance.

Zheng Qihong knew that Africans could sing and dance well. On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, she took Nicole out on the first day of the square dance: "Nicole, are you trapped these days uncomfortable? Let's go, mom will take you out to dance."

Nicole asked curiously: "Mom, do you still like dancing?"

Zheng Qihong said, "Oh, that's a must. You may not know. Xiaobao didn't tell you, your mother, I dance, our county junior high school held a square dance competition, your mother, I am the leader of our school."

Uncle Yang asked while gnawing on frozen persimmons: "Which place did your school get?"

Zheng Qihong ignored him and asked Nicole to change into clothes and boots to prepare for travel.

Yang Zhengnian secretly smiled at him: "You kid aren't a thing, what pot should you pick up?"

"What's wrong?" Uncle Yang was puzzled, and he just asked casually.

Yang Zhengnian said: "Their school is the last one."

Yang Shubao was startled: "How could this happen? I didn't get the second to last time? Why did he regress without progress?"

Zheng Qihong said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, you two, like that good old lady, why are you so silly?"

"I understand what you said, but why are you the last one? The last one in the past has made progress?" asked Uncle Yang.

"No, their school is so savage, and they didn't participate this year. Do you think it's annoying?"

Yang Zhengnian smiled and said with a slight smile.

Zheng Qihong took Nicole out and Yang Shubao also went out for a walk. Recently, he didn't exercise enough when he got home. He ate a lot and felt that the weight was a little uncontrollable.

The lights were shining in the small square, and many women in the village came out. The older ones danced yangko and the younger ones danced square dance. A team occupied one side, and the well water did not interfere with the river.

When Nicole arrived in the square, she became the focus of her eyes, and more than a dozen old ladies gathered around:

"Oh, this girl looks handsome."

"Teacher Zheng is your daughter-in-law? A girl from Northern Russia? Look at this figure, tsk."

"Does this girl have sisters? My son has no partner yet. Can you see if you can set up a thread?"

Yang Zhengnian, who was walking with Yang Shubao, said, "Hehe, your mother is dancing in the square today. This is called the husband dancing the sword in Pei Gong."

"Husband? Is it Xiangzhuang? Is Xiangzhuang's sword dancing intention in Peigong?"

"That's what it means. Your mother's intention is not to drink, but to care about the mountains and rivers."

"Dad, just say whatever you want. What book bags do you catch when you are with me?" Uncle Yang said helplessly.

His mother is a Chinese teacher and likes poetry, songs and essays. When he was a child, Yang Shubao was forced to recite it better.

His father likes what he likes and deliberately learns these things to increase the topics between husband and wife.

Yang Zhengnian said unhappily: "I understand so much. You don't understand yet? It's just that your mother is not going to dance square dance. She is showing off her daughter-in-law. When you just passed the postgraduate entrance examination, many people told you about your wife, but when you were sent to Africa, no one told you about it. Your mother was angry."

Yang Shubao said: "What is the one who is sent to Africa? I went to academic exchanges and went to study."

"Why don't you go to Europe for exchange?"

Yang Shubao shook his head, and the amplifier in the square began to bang, the sound was deafening.

The women started dancing. Nicole was not good at singing and dancing in South Africa, but after all, she had the skills to dance and occasionally went to dance when she participated in bonfire activities.

So although she didn't dance square dance, there were routines and it was not difficult to learn. She followed her twice and followed the rhythm.

There are many Koreans in Yang Shubao's hometown. Since the invention of the Maxim heavy machine gun, ethnic minorities have become good at singing and dancing, and men, women, young and old like to dance for a while.

At this time, not only are women dancing, but also old men and men. Especially in the yangko-dance team, there are no fewer old men than old ladies.

Yang Zhengnian felt itchy all over her body and said, "Let's go and have a dance?"

Uncle Yang waved his hand and declined: "I'd better go back and rest."

He wants to keep his energy and still have the strength to work at night.

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, steam buns.

Yang Shubao's family really wants to steam big steamed buns. Now that the living standards in rural areas have improved, they have a special noodle shop to make big steamed buns for ancestor worship, but their family still makes them by themselves. Old Master Yang looks down on these noodle foods made by machine-pressed noodles, so he asks to make them by himself.

Early in the morning, Yang Zhengnian began to be active.

He had to be responsible for kneading the dough. The old man was too old and couldn't knead the dough.

Yang Shubao wanted to go out, but Yang Zhengnian stopped him: "Where to go?"

"Classmate is having lunch," said Yang Shubao.

Yang Zhengnian said: "It's still far from noon, don't leave. Today you come to knead the dough. You have a lot of strength now. Good steel is used on the blade. You have to use the right strength."

Uncle Yang said helplessly: "Dad, now there is a store to make the big steamed buns. It can't cost much money, so why do you have to make them yourself?"

The old man squatting at the door smoking said, "The noodles of the steamed buns are pressed from the noodle press, and they are not delicious. Your grandmother and your uncle are used to eating the old steamed buns I made. They are not used to eating the steamed buns made by the machine."

As soon as he said this, Yang Shubao refuted nothing. He sent a message in the high school group saying that he could not go there early, and then washed his hands and started kneading the dough.

I used warm water in the flour. After kneading it, I felt warm and soft and hard, which felt a bit familiar...

Looking at the size of the dough, Uncle Yang thought that he would have to have 40e!

Mr. Yang is very skillful. He is an old-fashioned chef and is a master of pasta and dessert chefs.

In addition to making big steamed buns, he also rubbed animals such as tigers, pandas, carp, rabbits, etc. Nicole sat on the kang to take photos and kept shouting '666'.
Chapter completed!