After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Chapter 256 Making Dumplings

The house became much quieter now that those who worked were given a holiday. Fang Nanzhi no longer had to go to class and was almost having fun.

On New Year's Eve, Fang Nanzhi got up early in the morning, washed up, and went to find her brother.

“Spring Festival couplets, Spring Festival couplets!”

Qin Yan had agreed with her yesterday that they would write Spring Festival couplets for the family together today. He was preparing red paper while the little girl was grinding ink.

"Have you decided what to write?"

"Think it over! I've thought of several!"

"Then let's write it down on paper first, each of us chooses a good one, and then we copy it onto red paper."

The ink was ground, and Fang Nanzhi began to write with confidence.

Qin Yan smiled as he saw her wearing new clothes today, looking like a new year doll.

When he thinks about it, he has to consider it more.

Some people write words like "intensive cultivation brings a good harvest in the coming year" when writing Spring Festival couplets, but their family does not rely mainly on farming for a living, so it is not appropriate.

He thought about it, picked up his pen and wrote two sentences.

When heaven and earth are in harmony, the family will be prosperous; when people are safe and happy, they will be blessed.

Horizontal banner: Peace in all seasons.

Fang Nanzhi had also finished writing. Just at this time, Fang Tong came to call them to eat, saying that they should have a bite first and start making dumplings later.

"Dad, look at my brother and I's Spring Festival couplets. Who wrote better?"

Fang Tong walked out and asked them what they were writing.

Qin Yan talked about his own.

"That's great! But doesn't this couplet mention studying? Something about getting a good score on the imperial examination? It'll bring you good luck too."

He turned around and asked him what his daughter wrote.

Fang Nanzhi sat on the chair and cleared his throat, looking very proper.

"My brother and I study hard, and Dad and Auntie make more money!"

Fang Tong almost spit out a mouthful of porridge.

"Is it not good?"

The little girl asked her father with a frown.

"Okay, great."

Fang Tong held back his laughter and just wanted to ask why his daughter couldn't show any scholarly interest in her studies. Could it be that she wasn't old enough?

Qian Fengping also pursed her lips: "Both are fine, one for the courtyard gate and one for the inner gate."

"Yes, write another one about reading, and put it up in the east room as well."

After eating a bowl of porridge, the two siblings went back to the east room to copy the Spring Festival couplets. After Fang Nanzhi finished writing, she remembered that there was a horizontal scroll, and the only thing missing from the couplets was the second uncle!

She frowned and thought for a long time, and finally wrote: Be safe and sound!

I hope you can cure my second uncle’s illness as soon as possible, and that he will be safe and sound in the future!

Paste is needed to paste Spring Festival couplets. Fang Tong made it and brought it out. He looked at the couplets in his son and daughter's hands. His daughter's handwriting was still quite poor.

“I’ll stick it on, I’ll stick it on!”

Fang Tong had just applied the paste when Fang Nanzhi volunteered to come over and raised his hand. Something was wrong.

Try to step on it again, but still can’t reach it?

She looked down at her short legs, then looked up at her father: "Dad, can you bring me a stool?"

Fang Tong was so happy, he didn't know why his daughter was so happy: "What stool do you want? Daddy will carry you."

Just as he was about to put down the paste basin, Fang Yin ran out: "I'll do it!"

Fang Yin held Fang Nanzhi, and Fang Tong was responsible for carrying the paste. In no time, they had pasted up the Spring Festival couplets, and only the lanterns at the door were left.

This was also bought in the county town, and it was not cheap. Fang Tong just felt it was festive, and he knew that people in the county town usually hang lanterns, and these big red lanterns were especially popular during the New Year.

Their family is now in business, and they happen to be going into partnership with others, so they have to seek good luck!

The lantern was placed higher up, and Fang Nanzhi was hung on Fang Yin's shoulder. The little girl was dexterous and worked efficiently, without making any mistakes.

"Okay, wait until night time when you come out again, and then we'll light lanterns!"

"Okay! Light the lanterns!"

The little girl danced with joy and was put down by Fang Yin: "Then Dad, what else are you going to do during the day?"

Fang Tong put his hands in his pockets and said, "Nothing to do, go play!"

Fang Nanzhi was stunned: "Ah? Where are the dumplings?"

She remembered clearly that dumplings were a must for Chinese New Year. In the past, the Fang family wouldn't give her any dumplings, saying she was unlucky as a girl, and her father would always give her his own.

Fang Tong looked up at the sky and said, "It's still early. I'll call you after I make dumplings."

Fang Nanzhi touched his head and said, "It's a deal then. Be sure to call me. I'll go get some chestnuts for Chunhua!"

"Go!"

Fang Nanzhi played with the children in the village for a long time before Fang Tong came out to find her and brought her back to prepare making dumplings.

When she came back, the mutton and pork had been chopped, and Qian Fengping was mixing the stuffing. She climbed onto a chair and looked into the basin, which contained a huge lump of noodles.

"How many dumplings can you make with such a big bowl of dough?"

"That's a lot. It's okay if you can't finish it after wrapping it. Just leave it aside in this cold weather and eat it tomorrow."

Qian Fengping put down the basin, took out the dough and put it on the chopping board, looking at her with a smile: "Zhizhi, have you ever made dumplings?"

The little girl shook her head: "Auntie, teach me!"

Fang Yin sat next to him and wanted to learn too.

Qian Fengping was very skillful. She rolled the floured dough into long strips, pinched them into small pieces, and threw them on the chopping board. In a short while, the entire board was covered with dough, and the dough was not used up yet.

Fang Nanzhi was overwhelmed by what he saw. It felt like in the blink of an eye, the dough was flattened, and then his aunt took the rolling pin and turned the dough in her hand a few times, and it became a thin piece!

She looked up and down, left and right, but still couldn't understand!

The rolled dough can be used to make dumplings. Fang Nanzhi stretched her neck to watch the adults demonstrate, and then began to learn in an accurate manner.

Unfortunately, she is not good at everything. Why are the dumpling skins not obedient in her hands?

She took the dumpling wrapper seriously, put the dumpling filling in it, and then imitated her aunt to pick it up, pinch, pinch...

"Ah..." She looked up with an innocent look, "It's broken."

The tear was not very big, so Qian Fengping took it and patched it up. It was barely acceptable, although it might be dangerous to put it in the pot.

Fang Nanzhi was not convinced and took another one. This time she was very careful and didn't put much stuffing in it. Unexpectedly, it broke again when she pinched it together.

Fang Tong couldn't bear it any longer and wiped his daughter's face with his finger, leaving a white mark. "Daughter, if you really don't know how to make it, don't make it. Just use this little bit of noodles and play with it!"

The little girl took the small piece of dough and left, quickly fleeing the scene!

Fang Tong turned around again and saw his second brother holding the dumpling wrapper in one hand and putting the dumpling filling into his mouth with the other hand!

"Hey hey!"

He quickly stopped him, "Brother, you're truly my dear brother, stop being so mean! Go play with Zhizhi!"

The two naughty boys, one big and one small, were both taken out by Fang Tong.

Qian Fengping smiled as she made dumplings: "If the child wants to make dumplings, let her do it. Maybe she will learn it over time."

Fang Tong waved his hand. "She's fine at other things, but as soon as she enters the kitchen, she starts making trouble. And that snow lion from last time was the same. None of them were as quick as her at learning to write!"

"That's great, it means our Zhizhi is a promising student. Just like her brother, she will have a bright future."

Fang Tong was delighted when he heard this: "Yes, our sons and daughters don't look like they are cut out for work. We will definitely hire people in the future. They are not destined to endure hardship!"

Qin Yan, who was making dumplings at the side, smiled and shook her head, reminding her mother not to forget to put the copper coins in. Zhizhi had been thinking about it for a long time.