Every time the market day, Wang Xiang would slaughter pigs to the market, and it was very punctual. He would get up at three o'clock every morning in winter.

Once Wang Xiang starts killing pigs, the tranquility of the countryside late at night will be broken.

The screams of pigs, dogs, and Wang Xiang’s loud roar can wake up the entire village.

The roosters in the village often slow down half a beat, and they only started to scream when the king stopped calling.

Liu Zhigao once joked with Wang Xiang: It doesn’t matter whether or not raising roosters in Dongwan Village. The work of roosters crowing, Brother Xiang, you have done it in advance!

Wang Xiang is not a good person either. He replied: It’s okay not to raise roosters. I will be responsible for crowing in the future. You are responsible for letting the hens in the village lay eggs and can hatch chickens!

The 16th day of the twelfth lunar month.

When Wang Xiang next door started slaughtering pigs at three o'clock, Cuihong also "sniffed the pigs to dance" and became excited.

She kept the hairy noodle root last night, kneaded the dough with the dough after getting up, chopped the meat filling and wrapped buns, steamed it in a large pot, and stewed pork elbows in a small pot on one side.

In these four dilapidated farmhouses, the fragrance wafted out of the windows in waves, attracting countless greedy dogs in the village, yelling in front of the door.

Zhenhua was woken up by the noise, put on her clothes, opened the door and asked, "Mom, why did you get up so early?"

Cuihong pointed to the steaming pot: "I'm steaming buns, and it's almost done!"

"Why do you think of steamed buns?" Zhenhua still couldn't react.

"I'll go to the town to see Kexiang. Can I still be empty-handed?" Cuihong said proudly, "She is very busy making clothes and doesn't have time to make breakfast every day. I just happened to bring her some food, which is my wife's mother's wish!"

Zhenhua smiled: "So quickly, have you upgraded to become a wife and mother?"

Cuihong pointed at her son and laughed and scolded: "You little bastard are a little more active, I will be upgraded to become a grandma next year!"

Zhenhua shook his head and smiled bitterly: "My mother is thinking so well. You can upgrade to a grandma with just a few meat buns. Did he agree?"

"I'm afraid it's just a meat bun to beat the dog, but there will be no return!" Zhao Chenghai suddenly walked out of the bedroom in the west and said coldly.

Cuihong was furious and uncovered the pot. Regardless of the hot hands, she grabbed a half-baked meat bun from it and smashed it at her husband: "Beat you, the old dog, how did you say it!"

Zhao Chenghai was very nervous when he saw the meat buns flying over. He actually became anxious and wise in the midst of the lightning and lightning. He took a quick step back, pulled up the front of his clothes, and took a bag forward, and steadily caught the meat buns!

Zhenhua was shocked. My mother is a master of shooting, and my father is even more heroic!

"Hehe, I'll try it first." Zhao Chenghai smiled, picked up the meat bun and ate it. The corners of his mouth were trembling because of the scalding, but he couldn't bear to spit it out, and shouted in ambiguously: "Oh... so hot!"

Cuihong couldn't help but smile: "You old dog really hit it, you have no return!"

Zhenhua also shook his head and smiled, and went to wash.

It was dawn, and Cuihong cleaned up and urged Zhenhua to set off with him.

Zhenhua didn't want to disobey his mother, so he had to pick up the bamboo basket and go out with his mother.

"I won't go, you two will go!" Zhao Chenghai felt sad about the interest rate of the 1,000 yuan loan shark, and was dissatisfied with the young tailor. He was unhappy. He originally planned to go to the market, but he changed his mind temporarily.

"It's just right if you don't go, I don't want you to go!"

Cuihong also carried a bamboo basket and went to the market with her son.

In the two bamboo baskets, each had a large enamel teapot, one with meat buns and the other with elbow soup, and they were both tightly covered with old cotton jackets.

Cuihong dressed up very festively, took out the new clothes she was willing to wear during the Chinese New Year, and wore the scarf that Jungkexiang sent yesterday, and was very happy.

"Zhenhua goes quickly, if you don't get to the town, the buns and broth will be cold!" along the way, Cuihong kept urging.

"Don't worry, I haven't gotten up yet." Zhenhua looked at the bamboo basket in his hand and felt very embarrassed.

In the morning mist, there was a shadow in front of him. I saw Wang Xiang pulling a cart of pork to the market.

Xiuzhen bent down on the side of the cart and pushed the cart with her butt sticking out, grunting.

Hearing the voice behind him, Wang Xiang turned around and shouted: "Zhenhua, hurry up and pull the cart for me!"

"It's Mr. Xiang!" Zhenhua quickly walked over, hung the bamboo basket on the handlebar, put the rope on his shoulder, and pulled the cart for Wang Xiang.

He killed the New Year pig for his family last night. He met him on the road today, but Zhenhua couldn't refuse, so he had to work hard to be the coachman for Wang Xiang.

But I feel sorry for Zhenhua's brand new suit, and today I made a pig-killing gown.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong, why are you two going to the market so early?" Wang Xiang took off the fur hat on his head and wiped his sweat.

"I'll go to the town to see Kexiang and bring her some breakfast, so hurry up." Cuihong said with a smile.

"Oh...No wonder you dressed like an eighteen-year-old girl. It turned out that you were going to see your wife." Wang Xiang nodded.

Xiuzhen also looked up and down at Cuihong and smiled, "When did you buy this scarf? The color is beautiful and it is very bright."

Cuihong was even happier and raised her head and said loudly: "It was Kexiang who gave me last night. There was also a pound of pure wool wool, balm, a lot of sleeves and two aprons. Kexiang used a rag head..."

Cuihong must tell the gift from her prospective daughter-in-law, so that the villagers can envy her.

Her thoughts at this moment were like Zhao Chenghai clamoring for his son’s three-game game, and she wanted to use the loudspeaker in the village to advertise.

Xiuzhen was indeed a little envious and said, "Sister-in-law, you will be happy if you become an old lady in the future. The daughter-in-law is a tailor, and you don't have to do anything about sewing and repairing things at home."

Cuihong became modest again, shook her head and smiled, "I haven't even said a word yet, and I don't know if I want to marry into our poor family."

Zhenhua couldn't answer the words and was too lazy to explain, so he just pulled the cart with his head down.

Wang Xiang looked at Zhenhua and said, "Zhenhua, ask the little tailor to use a rag head and make a few pairs of sleeves for your aunt. He can't do without this in winter."

"Uncle, how can they have so many rag heads?" Zhenhua smiled bitterly and thought to himself, you really know how to ride the ride!

"The tailor doesn't steal cloth, and a pair of trousers for three days; the carpenter doesn't steal nails, and no grains grow!" Wang Xiang smiled and said, "When she makes clothes for others, just button up some fabric!"

Cuihong hurriedly took the conversation: "Don't say that, uncle, Kexiang is not that kind of person. It's like you can just sell pork, and you can just grab other people's scales?"

Wang Xiang laughed: "Before I passed the door, my sister-in-law protected me. OK, okay, I won't talk about it in the future!"

As the four of them spoke, they walked across the five-mile-long earthen road and came to the town.

"Zhenhua, thank you for your hard work." Wang Xiang then took the cart and went to the market with Xiuzhen.

Zhenhua stood in front of the tailor's shop, tidied up her suit, and found that her shirt was sweating.

"It is not easy for you, Mr. Xiang and his wife to make two money. After years of life, you can get up and kill pigs without barking or biting chickens, and you have to pull pork to the town... Only by enduring hardships can you become the best." Cuihong said as Wang Xiang and his wife walked away.

"It's not easy." Zhenhua nodded.

It was just dawn and the tailor shop had not opened yet.

Zhenhua took a breath and was about to knock on the door.

Cuihong hurriedly stopped her son: "Don't knock on the door, let Kexiang sleep for a while. She will definitely work hard to do clothes at the end of the year."

"If you don't knock on the door, are we standing here as a door god?" Zhenhua looked at his mother and raised his hand to knock on the door.
Chapter completed!