Chapter 178： cheese

  Chapter 178 Cheese

This is really a pleasant surprise.

Since there is this convenience, Chen Ling will naturally not refuse, so while eating, they discuss the time to start work.

Chen Ling has seen a lot of building materials in this period of time, and he probably has a bottom line in his heart. After setting the start time, preparations will be very fast.

"After a while, we will go to various counties to install new transformers, set up power lines, and plant power poles. Alas, this is really busy work. This year, from the beginning of the spring to the present, there is no time to stop."

The transformers at this time are very backward.

Not only is it large in loss and noise, but it is also very unsafe.

Therefore, once the new transformer is developed, it is required to complete the replacement in each county in the fastest time.

Since then, even if Zhao Dahai is the leader, he will be busy with him, running everywhere, and he will not be home every day.

"Since that's the case, today you can have a good time and relax. It's rare to bring sister-in-law and Yaya here."

"Hahaha, you must have a good time. We will go to the village in the afternoon to find Jusheng. Tomorrow we will all go to my sister's house to catch the temple fair. It will be very lively."

Zhao Dahai got up from the ground and accompanied Chen Ling to clean up the debris on the ground.

Such a picturesque place, no one can bear to mess around.

Then the two of them filled in the two bamboo rat holes dug up.

At this time, he also knew that Chen Ling couldn't go around to visit relatives in the past few days, and he was quite regretful.

"No regrets, we have three temple fairs a year, there is always a suitable time."

"Sister-in-law Wenxia, ​​come here too, the water is wide, the sun is better, and there is a place to sit."

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is another spacious shallow stream, the bottom of which is covered with smooth stones, some of which are out of the water, smooth and huge, already warmed by the sun, and some of the stones on the side are covered with green moss.

"The scenery here is also very good. To be honest, if it wasn't too far away, I would like to cover this whole mountain and this whole big lake."

Zhao Dahai muttered in a low voice, then went to Chen Ling's side, sat on the big blue stone opposite him, and then screamed "Aah": "This stone is so cold."

When his daughter saw him, she grinned while showing her milk teeth, and liked to see him deflated.

"This place is very good. I'll go back and ask our party secretary. Before the meeting in the village, we wanted to contract out the reservoir and the surrounding mountains, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"If it really doesn't work, just lead a stream of water down from the opposite mountain, and then lead the small river ditch next to the orchard, and circle it twice, plant lotus and fish, and it can look better, otherwise the water flow is too small and slow, and it is easy to smell."

Chen Ling does have some ideas, but it is not suitable to make it too big now. At most, as he said, he will draw a small stream down, arrange it, and add embellishments.

In short, don't rush now, just take it step by step and take it slowly.

"Sister Wenxia, ​​Sister Qiumei, you sit on top of me, it's warm here, and the rocks on Brother Hai's side won't get sun, so it's very cold."

"Oh, really, the stones here are very warm."

When they sat down, Chen Ling took out a set of poker cards from his pocket: "Come here, eat and drink enough, play the cards, such a good sun, how comfortable it is to be in the sun, it can't be wasted."

Zhao Dahai was taken aback for a moment, and then he shouted strangely: "You are too complete, you bring oil and seasonings, and you also carry playing cards with you."

"Of course, that's all."

Chen Ling smiled and started shuffling the cards, "Actually, this is a good thing to bring. If you want to play chess and play mahjong, I have no choice."

Then the group was deep in the bamboo forest, sitting by the mountain stream, basking in the late autumn afternoon sun, and playing cards. Chen Ling fiddled with various ways of playing, laughing constantly, and it was very comfortable.

...I had a great time. I got home at 2:00 in the afternoon. At this time, the yogurt was almost ready, but the time was a little short. The yogurt was not too thick and a little sour.

But such yogurt also has its benefits.

The wild fruit picked from the mountains can be squeezed into juice and drink it together. It is sweet and sour, very delicious, and there is almost no fishy smell in goat milk.

After drinking a bowl, Zhao Dahai let out a sigh of relief: "It's not bad, you are rich and noble, you have the heart to play with these things, you can see new tricks every time you come, to be honest, everything I see when you come to your house is good. , I don’t want to leave, I want to try it all the time, hahaha.”

"Fuck you, riches and honors are made for Susu, it's useless for you to be greedy."

Xiang Wenxia glanced at her husband, and then asked Chen Ling how to make this kind of yogurt.

Chen Ling didn't hide it. Of course, this method of making yogurt was nothing special.

After he finished speaking, he exhorted again: "I'm still almost there, the yogurt is a little too thin, let's just say this yogurt made from rice wine, if done well and enough time, it can be made into egg custard. Soft and soft, add some red dates, wolfberry, hawthorn, etc., and eat it with a spoon.

"Sister-in-law, you want to do it when you get home, remember to pay attention to what I said, it's good for the baby to eat."

Xiang Wenxia was very happy when she heard this, and praised him, Qin Qiumei also kept nodding in approval.

Wang Susu, who was on the side, saw it in her eyes, she was happy in her heart, she couldn't help but feel proud, and she also felt sweet in her heart. It hurts her husband's change of law, which is enviable, and makes her feel more and more happy and satisfied.

just sat next to him with his chin on his back, and didn't speak, just stared at Chen Ling and listened to him talking to others.

But Chen Ling didn't care, he waved his hand and said, "I just read a lot, I've seen it in Dream of Red Mansions, Yuanchun Province pro-tested Jia Baoyu's knowledge, and later gave him and Xiren a dish of steamed sweet cheese to eat, but he was taken by his family. The messenger ate it secretly, what is this steamed cheese with sugar? Don’t look at it, it sounds good, it is eaten by the imperial concubine of the court, to put it bluntly, it is the yogurt we make with rice wine as the primer…”

Everyone was even more amazed, only to know that there is such a story.

Zhao Dahai even smiled directly: "If you don't say that you are rich and powerful, who pays attention to this when we watch Dream of Red Mansions..."

"Then what are you looking at?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his daughter-in-law asked Wenxia suddenly.

This question is asking, what else can a boy full of commotion pay attention to?

Zhao Dahai was like a rooster strangling his neck. He couldn't laugh anymore, he just stammered and said, "This, this is a long time ago, and I forgot it long ago."

made everyone laugh.

This fat man was still quite afraid of his wife. After making a joke, he dragged Chen Ling and went to the village to pick up Wang Jusheng.

Then it was lively again.

That's it, it didn't dissipate until dusk.

I really had a great time playing today. It’s not a pity that the temple fair can’t get a piece together. The guests and hosts enjoyed it.

When it got dark and the guests were sent away, Chen Ling and his wife went to the fourth grandmother's place to eat and help. After pressing the paper, they came back and went to bed early.

nourishes the spirit.

In the middle of the night, Chen Ling got up and followed Chen Dazhi to the mountain to dig the grave. They had experience. They went past three in the morning, and it took about two hours before and after to dig the grave. When they came back, they each shared a few packs of cigarettes.

It took a long time this time, mainly because there are many things to pay attention to, and all aspects must be taken into account.

In addition, in recent years, the tombs have been moved to the mountains in the west, so that no more arable land is occupied.

There are too many stones on the mountain, it is difficult to dig, time-consuming and laborious, and it is incomparable with the old cemetery near Chen Ling's fruit forest.

After digging the tomb, it was already past five in the morning, and everyone was too lazy to go home, so they stayed and waited for breakfast in the morning.

Today is the third day of the cessation of the spirit. After breakfast, there are many people mourning. Don't even think about going back to make up for sleep, it's time to get busy with work again.

When the mourners come over, they enter the mourning hall, kowtow and worship, and burn incense and paper.

Chen Ling and the others were shooting cannons outside.

At this time, there are no restrictions on how many cannons are fired, as long as it is a singular sound.

Along with the Ritual Officer shouted: "Return the gift."

The dutiful son and grandson on both sides of the mourning hall knelt down, slammed their heads on the ground, and began to cry, and the trumpet maker also blew.

The trumpet maker still plays the straight score every morning, that is, straight music and straight tone.

In the evening, before pressing the paper, he blew great sad tunes such as "Paper Temple" and "Crying Seven Passes".

But at the time of mourning, without exception, it was "Su Wu Shepherd".

This is the only fixed song except for the straight score every morning.

This song is low and heavy, desolate and sad. Compared with the straight tone played every morning, it is easier to make people cry, and it is a very tear-jerking suona song.

With a sound of    "Crack", Chen Ling struck a match and lit a cigarette again.

Then he walked to the base of the wall, picked up a few kicks and placed them between the two bricks. He stretched out his hand to light it with a cigarette. As a burst of blue smoke rose, Chen Ling turned and walked away. There was a burst of fire behind him. The sky exploded.

Accompanied by the mournful tune in the courtyard, the sound of cannons continued outside the courtyard.

There were indeed a lot of mourners today, and Chen Ling didn't stop firing for a long time.

"Fugui, it's time for dinner, let's fire a few more cannons..."

At this time, Wang Laishun memorized the gift list and came out to let him know.

"Ah? Why don't you wait for a while? The mourners came close together, and the time interval was short, and the cannons were fired in a row. No one listened carefully. At this time, I would inform you for dinner. Everyone thought it was a mourning. Some come and some don't, what should I do later."

Chen Ling said.

"You're right, then wait a little longer and don't let it go."

Wang Laishun nodded, turned around and looked at the time: "Wait more than 20 minutes and it will be half past twelve. At that time, people will come to eat or not, but the food is not hot."

"Okay, you can rest too."

Soon, I ate lunch too.

Maybe you know that it was five days of cessation. There were not many people who came to mourning the first two days. On the third day of today, groups of people came to the door.

The    mourning hall was full of wreaths.

Someone replaced Chen Ling in the afternoon, so he stopped shooting outside, but he was not idle either.

At this time, when a group of mourners left, he took advantage of this gap to add some water to the trumpeter.

Outside the mourning hall, the trumpeters formed a circle and sat facing the coffin.

These people are familiar with him, and they all nodded their heads when they saw him coming.

Naturally, it is impossible to show a smile in such a situation, so they all nodded silently to each other, whispered something like asking us to wait if something happened, and then stepped aside.

Until the old man who painted the coffin came to the door.

This old man was a very particular painter. He had to kneel on the ground when he painted the coffin, saying that he respected the deceased.

Therefore, the two sons of the fourth grandmother prepared to put on the same two layers of sacks and sacks as in the mourning hall, and spread them beside the coffin to prevent him from kneeling on the ground.

The painting of the coffin started. First, the white stubble on the coffin should be painted red.

The old painter has a very steady hand, and he draws carefully and quickly.

After a while, the red stubble was painted, and the old painter began to paint "Twenty-Four Filial Piety".

also brought a little painter to color him.

He knelt there and painted, without stopping for a long time, until it was almost dusk.

So he had food and water, and Chen Ling brought it to him.

The old painter eats and paints. After each painting of filial piety, the ritual official leads the filial son and filial grandson to give him a reward, and shouts: "Look-reward-!"

Then they kowtowed to him together, and the old painter couldn't stand on his knees, and shouted back: "Thank you!"

Such a straight-forward look is all old manners and customs.

After dark, the coffin was painted, and the Eight Immortals carried the fourth grandmother into the coffin, completing the burial.

...As the days go by, after four days of vigils and funerals, on the last day of mourning, people go in and out of the ground to prepare, waiting for the time of mourning to arrive.

It was noon, and the mourning officially began.

At first, he didn’t cry, and his relatives and friends stood silently in a line.

The eldest son, Chen Yongsheng, is standing at the front holding the portrait of the fourth grandmother, followed by the second son Chen Yonggang, the third son Chen Yongfu, nephew, daughter-in-law, niece, grandchildren, married daughter, nephew...

Under the leadership of the Ritual Officer, the team first circled the fire lit at the gate three times in a positive direction and then three times in reverse. Go outside the village.

Came to the open area outside the village. Chen Yongsheng stood on the high stool that had been placed beforehand, holding the portrait in his left hand, and pointed to the southwest with a long pole in his right hand and said, "Mother, go to the southwest, there is Mingguang Avenue in the southwest."

Talking, talking, Chen Yongsheng was already in tears at this time.

But at this time all people must endure, this is the most silent part of the whole funeral.

The    team came back, and went back to the mourning hall to see the fourth grandma one last time.

The men and women turn three times separately.

paused for a while, only to hear the ceremonial officer shout: "Awakened!"

"Wow-"

The cries suddenly burst into the sky, and the whole team went out backwards while crying.

Wang Susu, the daughter-in-law of the grandmother's family, came to the gate with the children of the fourth grandmother.

At this time, Chen Yongsheng, under the guidance of the ceremonial official, knelt down and smashed a tile and poured out a jar of rice juice.

The sound of    marked the official start of the funeral, and the cry reached a climax. The children of the fourth grandmother burst into tears together.

The son was better and more restrained, but the fourth grandmother's little daughter lay crying and lay on the ground, unable to pull it, and her white filial clothes were covered with dust.

In the end, I cried and twitched, and passed out.

There are villagers who come out to watch the fun. In the old life, when the mourning is said, the more people who watch the fun, the better. It is said that this can nourish the future generations.

When they saw this situation, the emotional ones couldn't help but shed tears.

Chen Ling and his grandchildren, Chen Yuqiang and other great-grandchildren, wearing filial hats and holding mourning sticks, walked at the end of the team, shrouded in cries, and their eyes were red.

"Bang bang bang."

With the sound of cannons, the mourning team moved forward little by little, and the cry became more and more sad. The trumpeters no longer played a single tune. Song after song, heavy and sad.

Cannons, cries, tunes.

All the way to the west, until the coffin is buried in the earth, and the wreaths and mourning sticks are all covered on it.

When    came back, Chen Ling and the others tore off their filial piety hats, folded them into white cloth, and helped to clean up the sundries at Chen Yongsheng's house. They had a feast in the evening, and then it was over.

...After the fourth grandmother was buried in the ground, it was getting closer and closer to Chen Ling's father's memorial day.

His father, Chen Juncai, was the first day of the October 1st.

is only seven or eight days away.

He was going to go back to his parents' house with his daughter-in-law when he was ready to go to the grave.

Now he has no time to prepare anything. He took out the jar and iron lock that Chen Juncai left behind and looked at it again and again. He also found out the previous envelope and looked over it.

Childhood photos, group photos, and letters from parents. After reading them, carefully store them and keep them sealed.

There was no sun in the morning, and the wind was also wrapped in a chill.

The object was sealed, and just after going out, a cold wind blew Chen Ling back.

"It's such a cold wind, there's an extra month of August, and before October this year, it will be the beginning of winter."

Chen Ling returned to the house and put on a thick coat, and said to Wang Susu, who was milking the goat in the woodshed, "I'll go out for a walk."

"Go, come back early, I want pickles in the afternoon, I can't get it by myself."

"understood."

responded, took the fishing rod and bamboo basket, and walked towards the reservoir.

Today's sky is a little gloomy, the sky is not as clear and blue as the previous days, and migratory birds such as geese also leave one after another. After reaching the reservoir, there are no water birds on the vast water.

"Fugui, are you fishing again?"

"Yeah, come here to catch two fish to eat, sister-in-law, what are you doing?"

As soon as Chen Ling's forefoot reached the dam, there were Chen Dazhi's family, Chen Guoxing's family, and a few women pushing bicycles and walking to the entrance of the village with baskets.

"Go to the market, today there is a market in the village."

Wang Xiuying said with a smile, and then shouted to Chen Jiang's house beside the dam: "Xinghua, Xinghua, haven't you packed up yet, it's time to go."

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'll put something in the chicken and duck's crop first. Don't get to the market yet, and the dung in the mountain is gone. If you lose, you will die."

Xinghua hurriedly responded from inside, then dragged the chicken coop to the door, and stuffed bran and pebbles in the chicken and duck crops in front of them.

This is a little trick to go to the market to sell things.

In the winter, there is less insect food in the wild. If you want to raise food for the winter, you have to feed the chickens and ducks. How can the villagers be willing? After the whole winter, they can almost support a strong man's ration, so this time every year, Will take it to the set to sell.

But when I was selling, I couldn’t bear to be delayed by feces and urine. If I lost a pound, I stuffed the chicken and duck’s crop to the fullest in advance.

"Fugui, do you sell chickens and ducks in your house? If you sell them, hurry back and call Susu, and we will also take care of you."

"What are you talking about, the rich and noble are definitely reluctant to sell it, I have heard that little girl really said that he will accompany Susu back to her parents' house in a few days, and the chickens and ducks must be brought to the mother-in-law and the mother-in-law, yes. Rich?"

Chen Ling didn't say much, just nodded with a smile.

The ladies laughed again when they saw this.

(end of this chapter)