The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

In the villa area where Yang Dongxu lives in Shanghai, Yang Dongxu's home is the most lively every year during the Gregorian New Year, because Bai Xi, Li Fuzhen and others will come back. The only missing one is Dai'er who can't come from the United States.

At this time, Yang's father and mother, or one or both of them, will take time out from their hometown to celebrate the festival together in Shanghai. This is also another way for the whole family to celebrate the New Year together.

After all, now even Wenwu and Tangtang can't go back to their hometown for the New Year, let alone Bai Xi and Li Fuzhen. Zhou Ya has made her biggest concession, Yang Dongxu naturally can't push it further, and Bai Xi and others obviously understand this measure.

So if the traditional Spring Festival can't be celebrated, then the whole family will get together during the Gregorian Spring Festival. So every time at this time, whether in Shanghai or in Hedong Garden in Hong Kong, the busy family will always get together on this day.

And this year, in addition to this traditional family, Zhuo Qing'er also rushed back, as well as Wu Sheng's family of three, Zhang Jing and Du Weiwei and others, which is even more lively.

In fact, Yang Dongxu also called Ran Feifei and Ran Hao, but Ran Feifei said she was going home for the holidays, so she took Ran Hao back to her hometown to accompany her parents, so she didn't come.

It was raining on this day of the solar calendar year, and a group of little brats didn't stay in the house with the heater on, but ran to the yard to play on the wet lawn, which made Zhou Ya angry and chased them with a bamboo stick.

Bai Xi and Li Fuzhen, the two mothers, not only did not stop them, but also watched happily from the side. Not only did they watch, but even Yang Dongxu, the father, watched happily from the side, and cheered for Wenwu, who ran the fastest, which made Zhou Ya so angry that she almost came over with a bamboo stick to beat him.

Chen Xin, who was next to him, looked at Yang Dongxu, who was acting like a child, and was speechless. She had to go over to stop Wenwu who was running around and hug him. Tangtang and Tiantian, who were running behind their brother's buttocks, were also quickly carried back to the house by Wenchen and Zhou Ya one by one.

"Does it hurt?" Yang Dongxu, the father, teased Wenwu, who was hit several times by Zhou Ya and then brought back by Chen Xin, touching his butt and grinning.

"It doesn't hurt." Wenwu's face straightened instantly, as if it didn't hurt at all.

Zhou Ya, who walked in with Tiantian in her arms, snorted softly when she heard this, "Huh?"

Wenwu's face changed immediately, "Grandma, why is your hair wet? I'll get you a towel to wipe it."

He said, and broke free from Chen Xin's arms like a loach and ran into the house.

"I don't know who you inherited this shameless look from." Bai Xi looked at her son running into the house with a look of disgust.

On the contrary, she liked Wenchen, who looked like a scholar, very much. While she was talking, she glanced at Yang Dongxu, and hurried over to take Tangtang from Wenchen's arms, urging Wenchen to go into the house and wipe the rain off his body so as not to catch a cold.

As for Wen Chen, he just ran outside for a while and got his hair wet. Her son played outside for a long time and his clothes were all wet. She didn't care at all. The main point was that what I like is the best, and if my own son doesn't like it, he doesn't like it.

"Who else can he take after? There is an unreliable father who is still cheering for him next to him." Li Fuzhen laughed and joined in.

"Why don't you say that Wen Chen has taught his son well?" Yang Dongxu immediately retorted.

"That's what he took after Sister Zhou Ya. What does it have to do with you?" Zhuo Qing'er added directly, which made Yang Dongxu speechless.

Gao Yuanyuan and others next to him couldn't help laughing. Obviously, outsiders couldn't imagine that Director Yang, who frightened many people outside, was actually despised at home.

The family quarreled and the sky outside quickly darkened, especially now it was winter and it got dark earlier. It was basically pitch black before six o'clock.

The lights were cool, the winter rain outside was cold, and the house was steaming hot. The men were drinking tea and chatting, and watching the children to make sure they were not too naughty. The women were preparing dinner for the evening, and the festive atmosphere suddenly rose.

While chatting, Wu Sheng and Du Heng ran to the corner to gesture, while Yang Dongxu and Yang's father chatted while looking at the children from time to time.

Because the children were there, neither of them smoked, which made Yang's father, an old smoker, feel a little dry in the mouth, so he peeled an orange and ate it to keep his mouth dry.

"Don't stay at the pig farm if you have nothing to do. You don't make much money all year round and your back and waist ache. Why don't you take my mother on a trip, or ask my father-in-law to go fishing? Isn't it better than staying in the pig farm all day long?"

"I originally wanted to stop it. After all, the village has opened a homestay, and the pig farm is still a little closer to the village. Although the biogas tank was built during the construction, the pig farm doesn't smell much.

But in the summer when the temperature is high, the smell can't be controlled and it will spread out. There is no way to seal it all. So I thought I would sell the New Year pigs again during the Spring Festival this year and stop the pig farm. , and was thinking about discussing with the village how to use that area.

As a result, after the winter, I don’t know where the trend from the northeast blew, butchering dishes became popular. Moreover, when the tourists heard that our pigs were not fed with feed, but usually fed with pumpkin, sweet potato, and bean cake, they said that the pork was delicious and fat looked pleasing to the eye, much better than those feed pigs in the city with more lean meat and less fat.

Every now and then, when there are more tourists, a dozen tourists will form a group to exchange money to buy a pig and kill it for a meal. If they can’t finish it, they will buy it to take home after the tour. It’s just right that the temperature has dropped now, so it’s convenient to carry and don’t worry about the smell on the road.

So this year's pigs will probably be gone before the end of the year for the Spring Festival. This has caused many old customers to come to the door and ask to reserve the New Year pigs in advance, otherwise the pigs in the pigpen will be at least half less now. "Dad Yang said.

"There is also this matter." Yang Dongxu was stunned.

He knew about the pig-killing dishes, but didn't it become popular after the rise of short video platforms, when people from all over the world could see each other's lives, and people in the south envied the days of hibernation in the north? Now this trend is blowing?

"That's right, I don't know why, the world is changing too fast. When I was young, everyone was scrambling to run to the city to eat commercial grain. At that time, having a city hukou could show off in ten miles and eight villages.

Now, city people like to run to the countryside. Not only do they like the pigs that are slaughtered in the countryside, but people are also scrambling to buy the cabbages that we have saved for the New Year in our fields. They are even angry when they say that we don't sell them and keep them for themselves. "Dad Yang said with emotion.

"Maybe they are scared by too many high-tech products. It is said that gutter oil is sold to city people for consumption." Yang Dongxu explained.

"This is true. People in the countryside fry their own oil for consumption. They can't sell it even if they want to. But people who make money like this are simply conscienceless."