"It's time to share the mooncakes. The shopkeepers from each shop will come out to receive the mooncakes!"

Da Zhangluo raised his voice loudly, and the whole village could really hear it, which was more effective than a loudspeaker.

With a crash, more than a dozen little kids surrounded the carriage, and more were running this way.

"Wow, what a big mooncake!"

Si Huzi looked at the golden soybean cake on the carriage and his mouth watered.

These children who are too young have never seen bean cake pats, so they thought they were big moon cakes.

The boss' uncle likes to tease children, especially little boys. He smiled and said, "Whoever can hold it belongs to him. He can take it home directly!"

As soon as they heard this, the children screamed and climbed onto the car, untied the rope, and went to hold the soybean cake.

A piece of bean cake is quite heavy, and a small baby can't really hold it.

You have to carry her even if you can't, and you have to carry her home even if you try your best to nurse her. This principle is probably similar to how a bride carries her bride. No groom says he can't carry her.

There were a few children who were only three or four years old and couldn't hold them, so they started to chew them. They bit off some bean cake dregs with great effort and chewed them in their mouths.

While chewing, he said: "Well, this big mooncake is so delicious!"

The children were carrying soybean cakes with a bang. Zhang Gangzi, who also ran over to receive the moon cakes, took one look and cursed:

"Boss, aren't you trying to trick people? You're fooling children with a soybean cake swatter."

What, not mooncakes?

The children's movements froze in an instant, and then, all the strength in their bodies seemed to be taken away all at once, and the soybean cakes in their arms were thrown to the ground.

Several kids were so angry that they cried and pointed at the boss: "Bad guy, you lied to me. We will never play with your kids again!"

Zhang Gangzi also followed suit: "Yes, boss, you must have no problem in giving birth to a son!"

The uncle boss was not angry at all, he was still cheerful: "If I can really have a son, I will accept it no matter what."

These little boys were disappointed and angry at the same time. At this moment, they saw their big brother Qingshan suddenly walking forward with a cardboard box in his arms.

One hand was still raised high, holding a round object, golden, as if it was holding a small moon.

"Mooncake, this is a mooncake!"

The children immediately burst into loud cheers.

As soon as he shouted, Liu Qingshan was surrounded by the children, who were all jumping, jumping and shouting, making his ears buzz.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Liu Qingshan felt that the mooncake in his hand had been snatched away.

Taking a closer look, he saw that the mooncake was already in Zhang Gangzi's mouth. A child could not reach it, but he, an adult, could.

"I bite the crescent moon in one bite, the steel fork in two bites, and the steel fork in three bites..."

Zhang Ganzi was eating and talking when he heard Liu Qingshan's voice: "Uncle Ganzi, just one mooncake for each person."

What, just one piece!

Zhang Gangzi looked at the little "big tiger" left in his hand, stuffed it all into his mouth, and muttered: "Every day you eat it, it's not the same. Eat it early."

In a cheerful atmosphere, adults from each family came to receive moon cakes, and then they were surrounded by a group of children at home, preparing to go home.

"Don't go, there's still beef!"

Da Zhangluo shouted again, and then asked a half-year-old child to call for Zhang DaShuai to help divide the meat.

This time, the joyful atmosphere became even more intense, and the entire Jiapigou finally had a somewhat festive atmosphere.

Liu Qingshan also took the opportunity to win over people's hearts: "It's the festival. These moon cakes and beef, even if they are benefits distributed in advance by our cooperative, will satisfy the cravings of the elderly and children at home!"

Everyone cheered loudly, with Zhang Zhanzi’s voice being the loudest: “I’m just saying, it’s better to eat from a big pot.”

When Dashuai Zhang arrived at the scene with a meat-cutting knife hanging from his waist, the cheers were loud.

Zhang Dashuai's skill is really amazing. With one cut, the weight is basically two kilograms, not even half a liang. Everyone happily carries the moon cakes home, followed by the kid carrying the beef. After taking two steps, he can

Put your little nose up and smell it.

After everything was divided, he drove the carriage to the pig farm to unload the truck. Looking at the golden soybean cakes, Zhang Gangzi also smiled: It seems that there will be no shortage of snacks in the future.

Liu Qingshan also walked home carrying three pieces of beef, followed by two guardians: Lao Si held four boxes of mooncakes tightly in his arms, and Lao Wushan happily held an enamel basin with mooncakes in it.

Now that everyone had mooncakes, he exchanged the mooncake tickets given by Secretary Sun.

However, of these four boxes of mooncakes, one box each must be given to the Party Secretary and Uncle Captain. This is also what Secretary Sun has instructed.

As for the beef, one part is from his family, one part is from grandpa’s family, and one part is from Yang Hongying.

Logically speaking, Shan Xing still has to take a share, but these are already enough. If you take too many, others will start gossiping.

It happened that the butcher sold an ox tail as a gift. The villagers thought it was just bones and no one wanted it, so they gave it to Liu Qingshan's family.

Oxtail is a good thing, it is the most nourishing, so Liu Qingshan was not polite, and he would make an oxtail pot later, just in time to replenish the health of his family.

Arriving at the door of the house, the originally happy little boy suddenly said with a slap in his face: "Brother, the big deer has run away."

Liu Qingshan looked into the firewood fence and found that it was indeed empty.

No wonder, this guy didn't come out and greet him in that special way.

Just as he was about to comfort Little Four, he heard Shan Xing beside him suddenly say:

"The big deer deer must be homesick, missing its little friends, missing its...its mother!"

Seeing the mist in the little guy's eyes, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked at the rolling Doubao Mountain in the distance, and said quietly:

"Perhaps, after the big deer went home for a few days, he thought it would be better to live in our house. There are two little masters who feed him good food every day, so he brought his whole family here."

Really!

Shan Xing's big eyes suddenly became bright and full of hope again.

After entering the house, his family took the things over, and Liu Qingshan called out: "Brother-in-law, I have your letter, and it seems that there is also a sample book delivered by post."

With a swish, Gao Wenxue appeared in front of him. With excitement and trembling hands, he opened the package.

Inside is indeed Harvest Magazine, the fifth issue of 1983, neatly arranged in ten volumes, exuding a faint fragrance of ink.

Liu Qingshan knew that Harvest was a bimonthly magazine, and in this era, the sales volume was huge. How big was it?

Normally, each issue sells more than one million copies.

Following the catalog, he turned to the page where "Xiao Feng" was published. Looking at the neat typeface, Gao Wenxue's tears rolled down and fell on the white pages.

Everyone in the room looked at him with joy, but no one came forward to persuade him. These were tears of joy, let them flow freely.

…

On the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Liu Qingshan filled the water tank first as usual.

Although there is a pressure well drilled in the greenhouse of my grandfather's house, when it comes to drinking water, everyone still likes to drink water from the big well.

After picking up the water, everyone also wrapped the dumplings and put them on the table. They bit open the outer skin and found a meaty egg wrapped in a pool of oily water, and the aroma filled their nostrils.

Liu Qingshan prepared the stuffing, stirred a lot of water into it, and beat two eggs into it, so the beef tasted very tender and tender, and even the teeth of grandparents could chew it.

While the little boy was eating, he exclaimed "It tastes so delicious" with a smile.

Although Shan Xing is not as exaggerated as Lao Si, he still has big eyes and is always picking dumplings into Linzhi's bowl next to him.

It seems that the little guy really regards Lin Zhi as his second mother.

After breakfast, the family went about their business. Liu Qingshan went to the court to play. There was no mechanical equipment at this time. Everyone still used horse-drawn rollers to roll the soybeans on the ground in circles.

After running around for a few times, use a wooden fork to pick up the bean sprouts on the ground, turn them over and continue rolling them. Needless to say, it is efficient.

He secretly made up his mind: I must implement mechanization as soon as possible to free everyone from heavy labor.

After running the stone roller, the bean straw was picked aside, and the remaining soybean grains and bean skins were put into the sack.

When all the soybeans are finally rolled, they are unified and raised again, which is to use the power of the wind to blow the bean skins aside, and all that is left are the golden soybeans.

Even during the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone was busy until very late, and then they stopped working.

Liu Qingshan went back a little earlier, chopped the oxtail into sections, blanched it, and then stewed it in a big pot in the yard.

There are not many ingredients, just some green onions and Sichuan peppercorns. In addition, I picked out a few red peppers from under the eaves and threw them into the pot.

When it was almost cooked, I added some potatoes and vermicelli and stewed it for more than half of the pot.

After frying a few more vegetables, the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner was served. Although it was not very rich, it was pretty good in this era.

Before eating, Linzhi put a piece of mooncake on a plate, as well as some wild fruits from the mountains, mainly the blue Shandu persimmon, and a few large red sand fruits, and placed them on the cabinet lid.

On the wall above the cabinet lid is the family portrait. These things are all dedicated to my father.

The whole family stood in front, and Gao Wenxue also stood next to Liu Jinfeng, holding his wife's hand.

There is also Shan Xing, who is also holding hands with Xiao Laosi. She is also a member of this family.

Only Yang Hongying stood aside, lowering her head silently, expressing respect to the senior in the photo.

There were tears in the eyes of the whole family, the old bodies of the grandparents were trembling slightly, and the mother kept wiping the corners of her eyes.

Every festive season, I miss my loved ones even more!

Liu Qingshan's heart was also very agitated. He thought about having fun at his father's knees when he was a child, and thinking about his father teaching him to recite Tang poetry and Song lyrics. As he thought about it, tears blurred his vision.

He thought silently in his heart: Dad, we are all fine now, how will you be in another world?

There were low sobs around him. Liu Qingshan suppressed the grief in his heart and wiped his eyes with his sleeves. He is now the backbone of the family and has the responsibility to take good care of his family.

He whispered softly: "Grandpa, grandma, mother, sister, sister, and father will always be with us, so each of us must be well."
Chapter completed!