Eighty-Two New Year's Goods

Ma Xinghua was very excited and told Shen Jiao a lot about her brother Ma Hongbing. In short, in her remarks, Comrade Ma Hongbing was even more powerful than Zhao Zilong, like a god descended from the earth.

Probably in the hearts of every sister, her brother is the most powerful!

Ma Hongqi is also very happy. The third brother will definitely bring bullet casings when he comes back, so that he can show off in front of his friends on the farm. They must be envious of the dog baby!

Shen Jiao envied Ma Xinghua's brother-sister relationship with her brother. She had never experienced this kind of relationship in her life, and she didn't know what it tasted like.

Ma Hongqi noticed Shen Jiao's facial expression, and felt a little more pity for this weak girl, but more of admiration. She was so small and weak, but she was able to abandon the good days in the city and come to their poor place. Enduring hardships and suffering is thousands of times stronger than a woman like Hu Xiaocao!

"Jiaojiao will be able to drink my eldest brother's wedding wine soon!" Ma Hongqi deliberately changed the topic.

Ma Xinghua was really distracted, and said happily: "Yes, my grandma said that when the New Year is over, I will marry my eldest brother a wife, Jiaojiao, come and drink wedding wine at that time!"

Shen Jiao glanced at Ma Xixi, who had a gloomy face in front of her, and thought to herself that it was no wonder that this guy owed him a few hundred taels of silver in the early morning, but he was going to be chained.

"Then congratulations to Big Brother Xixi, then I must go drink wedding wine and see the bride!" Shen Jiao said deliberately.

Ma Xixi replied in a low voice, in a very bad mood. He hadn't been to Hu Xiangyu's house for more than a month. He didn't have any money or food at all.

I don't know if Hu Xiangyu Laba's Mairen Rice is made? If he didn't do it, Zhu Fugui wouldn't be able to stab Xiangyu every day!

There are also New Year's goods. All the food that he planned to send to Hu Xiangyu has been ruined by the stinky boy Ma Hongqi. This little calf is rotten and rotten!

As for marrying a daughter-in-law, the woman he wants to marry is Hu Xiangyu. After tasting abalone and shark fins like Hu Xiangyu, how can he eat a woman who looks like simmered eggplant?

Who knows what it looks like?

He didn't have to look to know that Zhunbao couldn't compare to Xiangyu's whiteness and tenderness, nor could it compare to Xiangyu's ecstasy!

He doesn't want to marry any woman except Xiangyu!

But he has no right to say anything about this matter. If he objected to the old man, he would take off his shoes and throw him. There was also the old lady, who looked at him tearfully, crying so hard that his heart twitched and uncomfortable. The stick was cut, if it wasn't for Xinghua's pulling, the head would have been cut off!

well!

Ma Xixi sighed, Shen Jiao was very upset, she leaned on Ma Xinghua's ear and asked in a low voice, "Did you not talk to Brother Xixi about that?"

Ma Xinghua whispered back in annoyance: "I told my grandfather, and my grandfather said that I and Hongqi would not be in charge of this matter. They have their own opinions. Who knows what his opinions are!"

If she wanted to tell her elder brother about this directly, there was nothing else to hide, and he had to let him recognize the true face of the fox spirit as soon as possible.

As soon as Shen Jiao heard that the Ma family knew about this, she stopped talking about such pickled things, and instead talked about the local customs and habits for the New Year.

They arrived at Sanlibao before ten o'clock in the morning. Sanlibao, which was usually deserted, was also lively. People came and went on the street. There were many local villagers in shabby clothes. There are smiles on everyone's face, although these smiles are mixed with a bit of bitterness.

The biscuits stall in front of the hotel was surrounded by many people, most of them were parents who brought their children. ah!

Many parents only buy one sesame cake and do not eat a single bite, but carefully divide the sesame cake according to the head of the children in the family, and each child gets a small piece to taste.

In this way, the children can also boast with their companions that they have eaten sesame cakes in the town during the first month!

As for the front perimeter of the white bread stall, there are very few people.

One white bread is worth two and a half biscuits, only the prodigal will buy that meat that can't help but eat!

This time, Shen Jiao didn't buy meat buns, but bought three biscuits with money and food stamps, exactly one for each of the three of them. Sister Ma Xinghua didn't show any kindness to her, she took the biscuits and ate them.

"Sister Xinghua, where shall we go first?" Shen Jiao asked.

"Let's go to the back street first. I'll go see if there's any meat. My mother said that she will make more dumplings this year. I'll bring you some later. The dumplings made by my mother are delicious." Ma Xinghua said.

"Well, grandpa and I will also make dumplings during the Chinese New Year, and we will eat them instead." Shen Jiao nodded her furry head.

The market in the back street is more lively than ever before. There are two long queues on both sides of the road. Many villagers have taken out the excess food at home and prepared to exchange some money for the New Year.

There are also bloody pork and mutton in front of a few fellow villagers. There will never be beef, and there is very little pork. The farmers have little rations, and at most they will raise one pig. At the end of the year, they will raise fat pigs. Selling it to a purchasing station for money, the money for a pig is the biggest income of a peasant family throughout the year.

The children in the family go to school, leave the relationship, and the money for daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar cloth, etc. must be squeezed out of this pig. Therefore, the farmers who raise pigs will not be willing to kill pigs to eat them. The head was sold to a pig buying station.

However, there is a lot of mutton, because sheep eat grass, not grain, as long as they are diligent, it is no problem to raise a few sheep in a family. During the Chinese New Year, not only can they sell for money, but they can also eat a few bites.

Shen Jiao noticed that there was an old man in front of the stall who was different from the other stall owners. He was crying and sighing incessantly. The mutton in front of him was also less than other stalls, and he was very thin, all bones.

"Uncle, haven't you found the three-headed sheep you lost?" A middle-aged man next to him asked with concern.

Shen Jiao knew this middle-aged man. It was the stall owner who sold rice to her. Later, Shen Jiao bought from him a few times. She was also familiar with the stall owner and knew that his village was not far from a farm. Far away, more than ten miles away, his surname is Liu, and Shen Jiao calls him Uncle Liu.

The sad-faced old man sighed, wiped away his tears, and said, "No, I've been serving five sheep in the morning and night. I was thinking of getting more money for the New Year so that I can take my Zhuzi to see a doctor in the city, who knows..."

The old man burst into tears, sobbing hard, and his whole body was covered with sadness.

"Wow, my poor pillar, I don't know if it can last for a year? Woo!" The old man seemed to think of the sad thing, and he hugged his head and cried.

Uncle Liu spat bitterly: "Bah, let me know which bastard is stealing things in our village, and he has to be killed!"

Shen Jiao's eyes were sore from the sadness of the old man, so she walked over and asked, "Uncle Liu, what happened to this uncle?"