Mixed Miners

PS: Because Yang Ling can't practice, it's just the Spring Festival, so the next few chapters will be relatively dull. It mainly describes the Spring Festival life in the countryside. It is sentimental and friends who don't like it can temporarily mosaic!

The car drove into the village, the roar of the engine caused the dog bar far and near, four or five small children are playing on the road, including the six-year-old granddaughter Yang Yaner, seeing Yang Ling’s car coming, suddenly screaming behind the **** Run, Yang Ling slowed down and slowly drove to his door.

Dad is killing the chicken next to the firewood pile at the gate of the yard. The steam inside a wooden barrel is steaming, and Yang Ling jumps out of the car and shouts "Dad~".

Yang Benshun smiled and nodded and said, "Come back~!" But the hand is not idle, the head of a colorful **** with a feather on the skilled handle is pulled to the back, and then the hair on the neck of the chicken Pulled clean, then a kitchen knife on the right hand gently pulled a stroke on the neck, a blood came out, Yang Ling quickly picked up a porcelain bowl placed on the ground to catch.

Chicken blood is a good thing, tender and refreshing, especially the strong **** blood of this year, it is said that there is also the effect of aphrodisiac evil spirits, which is much more delicious than chicken thighs.

The **** struggled a little in the hands of Yang Benshun, and he was not moving. The blood flowing down his neck began to turn into a drip. Yang Ling looked at the bowl in his hand and smiled. It was not bad. There was a big bowl full of it. After all, with some garlic and flaming peppers shredded, stir fry a few times in the pan, topped with sesame oil, "嘶~!" He couldn't help but sip a mouthful of water, the taste is too attractive. It is.

At this time, the four small babies who followed the car climbed to play in the off-road vehicle. Yang Ling did not care for them. Yang Benshun shook his legs and found that the blood had flowed clean, so he prepared to throw the chicken in the handle. Next to the hot water bucket, Yang Ling saw a few long Jin Yu on the tail of the **** was particularly beautiful, and quickly said: "Dad, don't soak in water, I will leave these long hairs to be a scorpion!"

I heard that I was doing a scorpion, and I was in the car and climbed up and down. I was interested in a few of them. They all came around and made a noise. Yang Ling helped to make a scorpion. Yang Ling was also polite. The best long feathers on the tail were pulled down. The feathers were red and blue, and the colors were colorful. But what made him a little dumbfounded was that these feathers were... too long, and it’s definitely not a good idea. .

Yang Yaner stood next to Yang Ling and looked at his daze and said with a sigh of relief: "Two uncles, you can't use the tail hair to make a donkey. Grandpa said that it is best to use the hair on the neck of the cock!"

Yang Ling touched the head of Yan'er and said, "Yan Erzhen, is your father and mother coming back?"

Yaner shook his head and said with a small mouth: "Dad called the grandfather yesterday, indicating that the day will come back!"

"Well~! Then you can see Mom and Dad tomorrow, now the second uncle can help you make a donkey?"

"Okay~ Ok~!" Yang Yaner happily clapped his hands. Yang Ling gave a few long feathers on his hand to a few small dolls, and then began to pull the shiny soft hair on the neck of the cock. Several little guys also kneel down. Help, a few pairs of small hands to fly fast, suddenly you fight for me to grab, chicken feathers fly, less than three minutes, just now the mighty majestic cockroach's big **** has become a feather-winged chastuous appearance.

Looking at the four small dolls, each hand grabbed a piece of chicken feathers that fell down. Yang Ling suddenly laughed and laughed, but looked at the four pairs of small eyes that he expected, and had to find thin lines and small wood.

Yang Benshun did not care about Yang Ling with a few small children to transfer the battlefield to do the scorpion, he picked up the vultures of the vultures on the ground and threw them into the hot water bucket, and took the small wooden stick to press it into the water, suddenly The mist that rises gives off a strange smell.

Yang Ling put the chicken feathers in the handles of the four small dolls together and put them together, and then tied them to the small wooden blocks with thin lines. After a few laps, they found that it was not ugly. It was simply terrible, even if it was a lively look. A child can't help it, and the geese shouted loudly: "The scorpion made by the second uncle is so ugly~!"

"I..." Yang Ling couldn't help but spurt a blood in his heart. He looked at the half-necked scorpion, which was like a bald hair in his hand, and suddenly he couldn't wait to find a hole to drill in. My nephew, I didn’t do it when I was young, because it’s quite simple! Why can't you fix it now?

Yang Benshun came over and took the scorpion from his hand. He smiled at him and smiled at him. Then he didn't talk. He saw his fingers like flowers, dazzling and tangled, less than two minutes, a neat and beautiful colorful. The scorpion was tied, and the smug Yang Ling was squeezing his eyes. He seemed to say, "Small, it’s still awesome!"

A few children were playing and kicking the shuttlecock. Yang Ling eased the question of where the mother went. She learned that her mother was helping the rice cake at the third uncle's house, so she couldn't help herself and rushed to the three uncles.

Playing rice cake is the favorite activity of Yang Ling when he was a child. In the countryside, instead of using a machine, he used a big stone **** and put the steamed glutinous rice in the stone ~~www.wuxiaspot.com~ then several people took the raft and tried hard. Over and over, until the glutinous rice is smashed into a sticky batter, then dug out from the sarcophagus, mix with peanuts, walnuts, and some wild dried fruits from the mountains, add honey and mix and steam in a large pot. Until the full house is sweet, then cut it into pieces one by one, it is soft and sweet, especially after a few days of yin to dry, it is very strong, it is a favorite snack when I was a child, but unfortunately this stuff It’s more troublesome to make, and there are more snacks now. Therefore, no one is willing to do it on weekdays. Every year, it’s only a few years for the family to get together. One is the situation, the other is the tradition. The picture is lively and hot, and the adults seem to have a cold on this stuff, and it feels better than eating cookies.

When Yang Ling hurried to the third uncle's house, there was a lively voice coming from the yard. He walked in and saw it. Sure enough, the three uncles and three sisters, grandparents, four sisters, their own mother, and a long good red dress. The girl in the down jacket, at this time, a circle of people are surrounded by the stone plaque, watching a young man sweating with a raft, "吭哧吭哧" in the sarcophagus.

"Hey~! Second brother, you are coming back!" Yang Xu, who is on the strength of Zhengzheng, is facing the courtyard door and looks up at him. Yang Ling immediately greeted his grandmother, his grandmother, his uncle, his three uncles, his mother, and his mother. Yang Xu was screaming at the raft, and Yang Ling hurriedly jumped to the side, watching his sweaty look. Said: "The third child, you can't do this!"

"Fart~! You stand and talk without backache, I have been squatting for half an hour, or are you coming?" Yang Xu couldn’t help but put the wooden coffin into the hands of Yang Ling~www.wuxiaspot.com~Welcome to the book Friends to read, the latest, fastest, hottest series of works are available at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ mobile users please read.