The dishes are plentiful.
Although there are not many samples, the quantity is sufficient. A pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms, a pot of stir-fried leafy vegetables, a pot of oily meat, and a pot of dry-roasted tofu and tofu egg drop soup are enough for so many people.
The main food is two rice, sorghum rice mixed with rice, and some sweet potatoes are stewed on it. When the lid of the pot is lifted, the aroma of the rice and the sweet aroma of the sweet potatoes are tinged with the nostrils, making people unable to help being intoxicated.
The sweet potatoes were stored in the cellar last year, and they were put into the cellar after frost. It also tastes sweet, whether it is stewed or roasted, the orange-red syrup that flows looks delightful.
Zhao'er picked up the biggest piece and put it in Xue Tingxiang's bowl.
He loved to eat this bite since he was a child, and every year he would store a lot of sweet potatoes in the cellar, and put a few pieces for him when cooking and cooking porridge.
"Eat quickly, while it's still hot. They drink, but you don't. Eat more." Zhao'er said.
Xue Hu smiled and joked: "Sister Zhao'er, if Uncle Ting won't drink, you have to be yours. There is no family that doesn't drink, so if you say it, you have to come up with someone else."
Zhao'er looked at the situation, and it really was the case. For example, there is a three-bedroom couple with two people, and Zhou's family doesn't drink it, but the third uncle will drink it. The Sun family also came, bringing Mao Dan, Xue Tao'er, and Shuanzi to another table, while Xue Qinghuai stayed at this table to drink. Aunt Gao was also at the table.
She smiled unambiguously and said, "Then let's go to another place if we don't drink, but we can't disturb your drinking. But I didn't say that you have to work tomorrow, so drink less tonight, so as not to disturb your drinking. I can't get up when I get it."
"Look, does Sister Zhao'er look like a big landlord who is mean to us long-term workers." Qiangzi, named Xue Qiang, interjected with a grin.
Hearing this, everyone at the table laughed.
"You can't leave. Although Brother Shengzi is overjoyed today, it's also overjoyed by Uncle Tingxiang. Both of you are gone, we can't have a seat."
Jiang Wu came out to smooth things out: "Zhao'er is a girl's family. If you don't drink, don't drink. The court is not too young. It's not good if you don't know how to drink. There are no men in our village who don't know how to drink."
At the mention of the word "man", all the teenagers sitting in rows raised their chests, as if we were all men.
This is true. Yuqing Village is located in the northwest, and the weather is cold, so men and women, old and young, can drink two cups. Not for anything else, just keeping out the cold, taking a sip of wine in the middle of winter, the heat burst into my heart, and my whole body was full of energy.
This place produces sorghum, and sorghum wine is notoriously good. Farmers make their own wine and drink it themselves. Which one does not brew several jars of wine every year after receiving grain. And these boys in the village were held on their knees by their father when they were young, and they used chopsticks dipped in wine to sweeten their mouths, so they had a good amount of alcohol.
As Jiang Wu said, there are almost no boys in the village who can't drink, and Xue Tingxiang is an exception. But he didn't drink alcohol because he was frail since he was a child.
"Come on, I'll pour you some, drink a little, and you can practice your drink." Jiang Wu poured a bowl of wine and put it in front of Xue Tingxiang.
The men were excited when they mentioned wine, and several teenagers were also booing next to them: "Brother Jiang Wu is right, drink a little more."
"Don't drink now. When you marry Sister Zhao'er tomorrow, the groom can't drink."
"He doesn't know how to drink, so don't make trouble with him." Zhao'er hurriedly blocked the way, holding up the wine bowl to remove it, but Jiang Wu blocked him.
Jiang Wu smiled: "You can't intervene in this matter, it's a matter between us men."
"Yes, this is a matter between us men. Sister Zhao'er, leave it alone."
Gao Sheng just wanted to cover his face by the side, these people who made trouble, they were ignorant and had to mix up blindly.
Xue Tingxiang looked at Jiang Wu's eyes, and pulled Zhao'er to sit down: "It's just some wine, it's fine."
"Look at what Tingzi said!"
Zhao'er could only sit down.
"Then, Tingzi, brother to honor you?" Jiang Wu held his wine bowl and stretched it forward.
Xue Tingxiang refused to give up, stood up, and also held up the wine bowl: "Brother Jiang Wu is polite, I should be the one who respects you. When Zhao'er was doing business alone, it was thanks to your help. I should respect you."
A man, a teenager, confronted face to face again.
However, compared to the last time, this time it was much more sharp-edged. Even the people on the side could hear something, but they couldn't figure it out for a while. They only felt that there was an edge between the two.
Jiang Wu laughed: "Then I'll do it first as a respect." After speaking, he drank a bowl of wine and shook the empty bowl to Xue Tingxiang.
This is a rule at the wine table. When someone else is toasting, the other party has finished drinking, and the person being toasted will naturally have to drink it, otherwise, they will look down on the other party and show no face. And Jiang Wu showed the empty bowl to Xue Tingxiang, which aggravated this meaning.
Xue Tingxiang glanced at him meaningfully, and drank a bowl of wine without saying a word.
"Dog!" Zhao'er subconsciously said.
Xue Tingxiang wiped the wine stain on the corner of his mouth and put down the wine bowl: "I'm fine!"
"Good drink!" Jiang Wu praised with a thumbs up, picked up the wine jar and poured him another bowl.
"Can't drink any more."
Zhao'er looked at the little man's blushing face with some worry. It was probably his first time drinking, so his face was very fast, and his face was flushed when the wine entered his stomach. It looked very scary in the firelight.
Jiang Wu poured himself another bowl: "Why can't you drink any more? Zhao'er, don't underestimate Tingzi." He said to Xue Tingxiang again: "You respect me just now, this time I respect you, eat Drink it again, lest you can't stand it."
Having said that, Xue Tingxiang dried the wine and sat down.
"Quickly eat two bites of vegetables and press them." Zhao'er hurriedly put some chopsticks in his bowl.
It's a pity that the food here was just imported, and someone over there came to toast.
Not Jiang Wu, but one of those descendants.
"Tingzi, I respect you. This is the first time I drink with a scholar. I will do it first." Gulu Gulu finished drinking a bowl of wine.
Someone with good deeds had already filled Xue Tingxiang's bowl, so he could only pick it up and drink another bowl.
With this kind of beginning, other people are naturally indispensable. This is the rule on the wine table in the countryside. Either you don't drink it, or you have to have everything. Although there were pauses in the middle, Xue Tingxiang still drank a lot of wine.
In the end, he didn't let people toast himself anymore, but took the initiative to toast with other people who didn't drink. When it was Xue Qinghuai's turn, Xue Qinghuai glanced at his nephew worriedly: "Fourth uncle, forget it here, you eat some food first."
Then there is Xue Qingbai, he also said to ignore himself. Finally, after drinking all round, Xue Tingxiang sat down to eat. Judging from his words and deeds, it seems that there is no sign of drunkenness, but his face is a little red and his eyes are amazingly bright.
The crowd complimented him again, saying that he was good at drinking, like his father. Back then, Xue Qingsong had one of the best drinks in the village.
Zhao'er smiled stiffly and said, "Alright, alright, you are not allowed to ask him to drink again. This is the first time he has drank, so drinking too much is not acceptable."
All the young people are all laughing and laughing, and this has shifted the target to others. During this period, Jiang Wu stood up again and wanted to find Xue Tingxiang for a drink, but was blocked by Gao Sheng.
"Brother Jiang Wu wants to drink, just ask me to drink it. It's almost enough if you mean it, drink it again. Sister Zhao'er will get angry later, but I can't stop it."
Gao Sheng smiled and seemed to be joking, but Jiang Wu could hear the meaning of it clearly, so he pushed the boat and Gao Sheng drank.
Because of drinking, the meal was eaten slowly, and it was already dark by the end of the day.
Everyone worked together to pack up the things, and a few young students carried borrowed tables, chairs and benches, and one person supported the torch to light up, and a group of people walked to the village.
"Tingzi, are you okay?" Jiang Wu came up and said, "Do you want me to help you?"
"No." Xue Tingxiang pushed Zhao'er away to support his hand, standing firmly.
Zhao'er frowned, then looked up at Jiang Wu: "Brother Jiang Wu, I'll help him, don't worry about it."
Jiang Wu sneered and took back his hand: "Then you go slower on the road."
It wasn't until Jiang Wu turned around that Zhao'er asked in a low voice, "Are you really all right? Tell my sister where you feel uncomfortable."
"I'm fine, let's go back first."
"How could it be okay..."
Hearing the whispering voices behind him, Jiang Wushen walked with a shallow foot, wishing he could get drunk this time.
Because there are three bedrooms and four bedrooms and two families to go back together, there is no need to send them away.
When they got home, Xue Qinghuai said, "Zhao'er, I see that Tingzi has been drinking a lot of wine, so he should rest early, and let me know if there is anything."
"Well, Fourth Uncle, I know."
Zhao'er opened the door of the house and pulled Xue Tingxiang, who was standing beside him surprisingly quiet, into the door. She was worried, and seeing that he could still stand still, she hurriedly lit the lamp, and turned to see where he was still standing.
"What's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable in your heart? If you are really uncomfortable, just spit it out."
He still stood still, Zhao'er went to pull him, and he spit it out with a wow. He vomited filth, mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol, and retched as he vomited.
Zhao'er could only help him to vomit, while saying, "Spit it, it's good to vomit clean."
When he stopped vomiting, Zhao'er helped him to the kang, and was about to fetch water to wash him. Zhou shi came in with a pot of hot water: "I heard Tingzi vomited, wash him quickly. There is still hot water in the pot, and I will make him a bowl of strong tea and drink a few sips of hangover later. "
"Thank you third aunt."
"Thank you." Zhou Shi said, put down the water basin, and then went to take the broom and the dustpan to sweep the filth.
It took a lot of effort for Zhao'er to take off Xue Tingxiang's shirt and shoes, wipe his head, face, hands and feet, and put him on the kang. Turning her head, she pulled out the tea leaves from the cabinet, took them to the stove, and brought back a bowl of strong tea with a bitter taste.
"Come and drink some."
Xue Tingxiang let her take a few sips, and then lay down on the kang again. At this time, Zhou Shi had also cleaned up the pool of filth, and said to Zhao'er, "He's probably going to vomit in the middle of the night. I'll go and cook porridge on the stove later. If I'm hungry, I can eat some."
At this time, Mr. Sun also walked in from the door, holding a small bowl in his hand.
"Come on, this thing is good for hangover. Your fourth uncle usually drinks too much. It's better than anything else."
There are a few sour plums in the small bowl, and at first glance they are pickled by themselves, and you can smell a sour smell that rushes your nose from a long distance.
"There's no nucleus in it, and I'm not afraid that he will choke. It's a local recipe from my parents' house. It's very good for hangovers."
"Thank you three aunts and four aunts, look at the trouble for you."
"What's the trouble, you should rest early when you're done, just call if you have something to do."
After seeing off Zhou and Sun, Zhao'er looked back at the little man and found that he had closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.
She shook her head helplessly, emptied the dirty water in the basin, and went to the kitchen to get a basin of hot water and came back to freshen up.
After being busy for such a long time, she was sweating all over. In addition, she was cooking before cooking, and got all the fumes, and Zhao'er planned to wipe her body.
Originally, according to habit, she should have gone to the bathroom in the vegetable field behind. But the little man was so drunk that she didn't dare to go far. Thinking that he was already asleep, and Zhao'er didn't avoid anything, she took off her clothes and scrubbed in front of the washbasin with her back on her back.
She was wearing only a pair of thin trousers and an apron on her upper body, revealing a tight and smooth back and a slender but strong waist.
Zhao'er Aijie, if it wasn't for not allowed at this moment, she should have taken a bath, so she scrubbed very carefully. When she cleaned her upper body, head and face, and was about to change the basin of hot water, she found that the man on the kang had changed his posture at some point and turned into lying on his side with his eyes open.
She subconsciously picked up the shirt next to her to block it and asked, "When did you wake up?"
The people on the kang didn't speak, their eyes were stunned, and suddenly they turned over and turned inward. Only then did Zhao'er breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the little man was drunk, and he was probably dizzy at the moment. In the end, it was a bit cramped, so she didn't wash it, but took a hot handkerchief behind the curtain, wiped it again, and hurriedly changed into clean clothes.
After some work, she opened the door and poured out the dirty water. Now that the weather was hot, Heizi didn't want to sleep in the room, so Zhao'er ignored it and bolted the door.
Originally planning to turn off the lights, thinking that he might have to vomit in the middle of the night, he just turned the wick and left some outside. The lights in the room became extremely dim, and Zhao'er got on the kang.
She leaned over to look at him, his eyes closed again, and his body was a little hot, but not too serious. Zhao'er was about to withdraw her hand when suddenly someone hugged her, and the little man with his eyes closed muttered something.
"What did you say?"
After listening carefully, I could hear what he was saying, "Zhao Er, I'm uncomfortable."
"You still drink when it's uncomfortable! You can't even hold it." Zhao'er scolded with a smile.
He mumbled again, and Zhao'er leaned in to listen before he knew what to say.
"Brother Jiang Wu said he would drink if he was a man, I am your man... I can't lose to him... "
After listening, Zhao'er was stunned, and after a long while, she looked at him with complicated eyes, and then reached out and touched the little man's pink face under the light.
"Is it the man who will tell me, not let him tell." She murmured in a low voice.
Xue Tingxiang didn't answer. He seemed to be very drunk, shouting uncomfortable, and holding Zhao'er tightly. Zhao'er went to rub his chest, he turned over and pulled Zhao'er into the bed.
After that, there was no movement. Zhao'er wanted to withdraw from his arms, but he tried a few times and failed, so he could only let him do it. After a while, she stumbled and fell asleep.
When he woke up again, he was awakened by a commotion.
Zhao'er didn't know what time it was, the lights in the room were also turned off, and she was half-pressed by a person. This person was extraordinarily dishonest. While muttering uncomfortably in his mouth, he rubbed and rubbed on her body, tossing and turning.
"Zhao'er, I feel bad..."
"What's wrong with you? Can I get you some porridge to drink?"
He didn't answer, his eyes were tightly closed, and he just rubbed his head and face on her.
"Where are you suffering?"
"Why is it so hot?"
Zhao'er was about to sit up, but he was pulled down again.
"Zhao'er, I'm uncomfortable."
"Where is the pain?"
"Here and here..." he murmured, taking her hand and covering it somewhere.
Through the fabric, Zhao'er could also feel the heat on it, hard and hot. She didn't realize what it was at all, until he subconsciously rubbed it back and forth in her palm, and she thought about it for a while before she understood what it was.
How can it be so big! Still so hard!
Zhao'er was thinking very slowly in her mind with an almost horrified mood. At this time, her mind became a mush, and for some reason, she remembered what Heizi looked like when he was in heat...
Every year at the turn of spring and summer, Kuroko is particularly turbulent. Seeing that it usually looks high and arrogant, it doesn't pay much attention to the dogs in the village. But by this time, it seemed to know where all the bitches in the village were.
At this time, Zhaoer rarely sees sunspots at home, and it always goes out for a long time before coming back. Zhao'er was puzzled, and once specifically followed Heizi when he was out, and saw a lot of unimaginable things that he would normally not see on Heizi.
For example, Heizi is very persistent, and he has a crush on a big yellow dog. The owner of the other party's family didn't seem to want the dog to have cubs, so he kept his dog in the yard. It can squat at the door of someone else's house for a long time, waiting for the other person to come out. If it really can't wait, it will look around the yard to find holes that can go in, and it will be a good thing to go in.
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Zhao'er blushed, and she didn't know why she thought of this. Could it be that the little man is in heat? She counted the days in her heart, and it was almost time for Heizi to be in heat, but she had never heard that anyone would be in heat!
For some reason, she remembered that when she was young, she and the little man slept in the inner room, while Xue Qingsong and Qiu slept in the outer room, and she was woken up several times in the middle of the night...
The man's low growl and the woman's painful low-pitched groan interweave a very blurry image.
She thought it was her father hitting her mother at first, but she asked her mother the next day, but her fair face turned red, and she whispered that she was not allowed to ask about it again, saying that the girl's family couldn't ask about it.
The thoughts were pulled back, and the palms became warmer and seemed to swell a lot. The little man seemed to have mastered a law, and this law seemed to make him very comfortable, and he finally stopped shouting and feeling uncomfortable.
But at this moment, Zhao'er felt uncomfortable. An indescribable feeling was swollen everywhere, hot and swollen, like a rush of magma wrapped in it...
Xue Tingxiang fell asleep again, and Zhao'er finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She carefully pulled his hands and feet away, sat up, and was stunned for a while before getting off the kang as if she had just woken up from a dream.
The water in the basin was already cold, and it was quiet everywhere. Zhao'er soaked her hands in the basin for a while before she began to rub it. fade away.
She reached out and touched her face, but her hands were no longer hot, but the temperature on her face did not fade.
Zhao'er stood for a long time, until the coldness of the night made her babble, so she hurriedly got on the kang. But it was far away from that person over there, and he was speechless all night.
The next day, Xue Tingxiang woke up and didn't see Zhao'er, and only after asking did she find out that she was in town.
And the trousers that Xue Tingxiang replaced, Zhao'er took many days to wash them.