After hearing the voices of plants, farming in the countryside exploded

After the firecrackers are set off, it means that you can pay homage to the Bodhisattva, then pack your things and go home.

"Ruanruan, Yangyang, come here and pay your respects."

Lin Yuzhen walked out of the temple gate and waved to Zhang Ruoruan and Zhang Yangyang.

There are many people in the Gong Temple, ranging from two or three years old to seventy or eighty years old.

They stood chatting in twos and threes, their voices gathering together and buzzing in the brightly lit temple.

Zhang Ruoruan and Zhang Yangyang walked through the crowd and came to the stage.

There is a row of mats on the ground where you can kneel down and worship.

However, Zhang Ruanruan and Zhang Yangyang just put their hands together and bowed nine times.

Young people are all like this.

Loves to dress up, likes elegance, and is thin-skinned.

Only the elderly would kneel down and kowtow seriously, and murmur words to pray for their children and grandchildren.

Oh, and there were also very young ones, who were not yet fully able to walk, who imitated the adults, knelt down and kowtowed with tight faces, and hit their foreheads heavily on the soft cushions, which made the whole room burst into laughter.

Zhang Ruoruan and Zhang Yangyang quickly finished their greetings and stepped aside, and began to help Lin Yuzhen pack her things.

There are many more New Year sacrifices than usual.

Fruits, rice cakes, Wangwang gift packages, candies and biscuits, chicken, fish, pork belly, everything is available.

"Yangyang, come to me after dinner."

At this time, a voice came from the opposite side.

Zhang Yangyang looked up and saw that it was a friend of the same age who was helping his family put things away. He raised his chin and showed a knowing look.

"It's the same rules tonight, let's play Ruanruan too."

The young man's name was Zhang Yiming. After talking to Zhang Yangyang, he looked at Zhang Ruanruan.

"That's for sure." Zhang Ruoruan responded with an OK gesture.

Afterwards, he took his things and walked out of the temple.

By the way, I called back Zhang Jianguo who was chatting with someone in the corner.

"Dad, I'm home."

Zhang Ruoruan shouted.

At this moment, Zhang Jianguo was chatting with several people with a happy face, and his words were spitting.

This was his most majestic worship.

In the past, when worshiping God, he was embarrassed to talk to other people when he heard that other people's children were admitted to such and such places and bought houses in such and such places.

it's good now.

He has a soft face.

I straightened my waist and dared to speak louder.

Zhang Jianguo reluctantly said goodbye to the villagers and walked towards Zhang Ruanruan and the others.

Walking through the parking lot, you can see all kinds of cars.

At least 30% of them have license plates from other places.

The cheapest of these foreign brand cars is over 15 yuan, and the most expensive one is as expensive as Zhang Ruoruan's Range Rover, which is a Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

It can be seen that during the New Year, no matter how far away people are, they still have to rush back to celebrate the New Year, especially those who are well off, and even drive luxury cars back to celebrate the New Year.

After all, if you don’t return to your hometown in rich clothes, it’s like walking in rich clothes at night.

Translated into vernacular, if you make money and don’t go back to your hometown to show off, even if you make money, you haven’t made it.

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back home.

Zhang Jianguo began to prepare lunch.

In Zhang Ruanruan's family, since the death of grandparents, other relatives have only come to celebrate the New Year together. Each family has their own celebrations, and there is no grand New Year's Eve dinner.

So now during the Chinese New Year, I just cook a good meal for lunch and eat the leftovers from lunch at night, or even don’t eat them at all.

Because there are usually other activities in the evening.

While Zhang Jianguo was cooking, Lin Yuzhen and Zhang Ruanruan killed another chicken.

This is for tomorrow.

Because tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, the first day of the New Year, according to traditional customs, killing is not allowed.

So I can only kill today.

After killing it, cook it whole, put it in the refrigerator, and cut it into pieces tomorrow and fry it with onions, ginger, and garlic.

There is no need to violate the ancestral tradition of not killing on the first day of the new year.

at noon. Serve meals on time.

White-cut chicken, braised pork belly, seafood platter.

Add a plate of soft-grown cabbage.

The New Year dishes for Zhang Ruanruan's family are completed.

A family of four was sitting and eating, and the four little guys below looked up at them as they ate.

Occasionally, throw in a piece of chicken bone or pork belly.

"Try another piece."

Zhang Yangyang shouted excitedly because he discovered a skill of Zhang Heihei.

Catching meat in the air.

He picked up a small piece of pork belly and held it up in front of Zhang Heihei. Then, he loosened his chopsticks and the pork belly fell straight down.

But before it hit the ground, Zhang Heihei bit him in the air with quick eyes and quick mouth.

In comparison, Zhang Dongxi, a Samoyed, is not so flexible and can only eat after he lands on the ground.

Not to mention Zhang Juzuo and Zhang Nanbei, cats can't learn it at all, and they can't overtake dogs.

He could only jump on a high stool and meow at Zhang Ruanruan, his voice pitiful.

Seeing this, Zhang Ruoruan split the prawn that had already been eaten into his mouth into two parts and put it on a stool for them to eat.

In the warm kitchen, four people, two cats and two dogs were greatly satisfied.

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In rural areas, the focus is after the New Year meal.

Zhang Ruoruan's home.

After finishing their meal, Zhang Yangyang and Zhang Ruoruan immediately dropped their chopsticks and drove out on their electric tricycles.

Go straight to Zhang Yiming's house.

"Yi Ming!"

As the electric tricycle arrived at the door of a three-story self-built house, Zhang Yangyang shouted at the top of his lungs.

Zhang Yiming, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed out with his things.

A machete, a hoe, and a big bundle of plastic sheeting.

"Let's go chop bamboo!"

Zhang Yiming jumped directly onto the truck.

"Where are they?" Zhang Yangyang asked.

"I'm spending time with my wife and kids. I won't be free soon. Let's finish our work first." Zhang Yiming said casually.

The people mentioned here are friends of the two. They are both from Qingping Village and are similar in age, but their life trajectories are completely different.

Zhang Yangyang and Zhang Yiming are still single, but they already have wives and children.

Naturally, there is relatively less freedom.

Soon, Zhang Ruoruan drove his car to the bamboo forest.

Zhang Yangyang and Zhang Yiming got out of the car to chop bamboo, picking out the thick ones, and then chopped them into sections of bamboo poles about two and a half meters long.

After cutting about a dozen sections, load up and leave.

This time the three came to the farmland.

This is a farmland very close to the houses in the village. After harvesting the rice, Zhang Ruanruan drove the car directly into the field without planting anything.

The rest was left to Zhang Yangyang and Zhang Yiming. Zhang Ruanruan stood aside and filmed the two of them working.

Zhang Yiming moved down sections of bamboo, and then worked with Zhang Yangyang to erect bamboo poles and nail them into the farmland.

More than a dozen bamboo poles nailed out the outline of a large letter U.

Then, the two people opened the plastic sheets bundled together and fixed them on the bamboo poles with cable ties.

In this way, a wind-blocking barrier is completed.

Then, the two men started patrolling the farmland in the village without stopping. When they saw large pieces of mud, they picked them up and moved them to the door of the U-shaped screen.

Zhang Ruoruan also joined the mud-picking brigade.

She was filming a video while picking up mud.

After recording a few paragraphs, put away your phone, free your hands, and focus on your work.

The lumps of mud were moved bit by bit from other places, like three ants moving them, and accumulated into small piles.

This is used for kiln chicken in the evening.

In rural areas, happiness begins on the New Year’s Eve.