Sang Ye was not a pretentious person. He was comforted by his mother-in-law and husband. His sudden temper went away quickly, so the three of them happily wrapped dumplings around the big table.

Zheng Lin was strong and the dough was very strong and the bottom of the basin was not sticking to the bottom. Then he took the kitchen knife from Mangye's hand and started chopping the meat filling.

The pork is made of fresh pork belly with fat and lean fat. The meat filling made of this meat does not require additional oil to be added. It will not look fat when mixed with tofu or mushrooms.

Zheng Lin thought the kitchen knife was too slow, so he took an unused new kitchen knife from the kitchen, and chopped the chopped boards with a bang, and the chopped meat filling was extremely dense.

Sang Ye and Meng's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law each held a small rolling piece of dough, and rolled the dough cut to the size of a thumb with a rolling pin into a dumpling skin of moderate thickness, and they could wrap it when the filling was prepared.

Zheng Lin was thick and stupid, and couldn't do the fine work of making dumplings, but instead lit up his skills in rolling dumpling skins at the same time. So after he had prepared the filling, he took over the work of rolling dumpling skins. Mang Ye and Meng were responsible for making dumplings.

The three of them were quick to get their hands and feet, and they wrapped more than 400 dumplings in less than noon. If it was very cold today, they just put them in a dustpan, sprinkle some flour, and cover them with a clean white cloth and do not stick to the bottom.

The Zheng family has not many relatives. In addition to the Meng family, the daughter who married Zheng Chunxiang, the Sang family, is the in-laws. I guess they will come to pay New Year's greetings before the fifth day of the lunar month. These dumplings will be left for five or six days without worrying about being released.

After thinking that these dumplings were enough, Meng stopped and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, leaving mulberry leaves and Zheng Lin to finish it.

At this time, Old Man Zheng, who was going for a walk in the village, came back and said to Sang Ye: "Tomorrow, we will open a temple to worship our ancestors, and we will just put your name on the genealogy. If you don't understand, ask your mother, don't make any mistakes."

No one mentioned the genealogy before. After hearing this, Sang Ye looked at her husband in surprise: "Why didn't you tell me such an important thing?"

Zheng Lin was also surprised. He shook his head at his wife and asked his father: "What's the point of Zheng's wife talking about the genealogy? It's different from what I used to do before?"

Zheng Lin's name was written on the genealogy when he first returned home when he was fifteen years old. The day he was present was not the first day of the first lunar month. Just because he was going to join the army, he didn't know if he could come back alive, so the clan opened a ancestral hall in advance and added his name. If he died unfortunately on the battlefield, he could enjoy the incense worshipped by the clan and not become a lonely ghost.

In the past few years after he came back, he only spent the New Year at home last year. The worship of ancestors was very complicated, so he did what he should do, so he did not pay attention to whether the clan’s genealogy was given to people.

Only then did the old man Zheng realize that the couple didn’t know that the first day of the first lunar month was the day when the Zheng family worshiped their ancestors and also the day when the newly added population was put into the genealogy. He explained: “Women are not allowed to enter in ordinary ancestral halls. Zheng’s wife only had the chance to enter on the first day of the Lunar New Year when she was married, and the clan leader personally recorded her name on the genealogy, so that she could truly become the wife of Zheng.”

Then, Old Man Zheng also explained the details of the genealogy.

The Zheng family is a big family, not a prominent family, and the genealogy is very simple. It is roughly that after entering the ancestral hall, you have to kowtow to the ancestors of the Zheng family, and then follow the clan leader to recite the wife that Zheng’s wife should follow. After reading it, the clan leader personally adds the name to the genealogy, and then worships the ancestors and then ceremonially.

Of course, there are several brides from the four Zheng villages every year. These brides will enter the ancestral hall together and complete these rituals together, otherwise it would be too time-consuming to come one by one.

In addition to giving birth to the bride, the newly added boys in the clan also need to give birth to the genealogy, and girls are not qualified to be included in the genealogy. Moreover, children are prone to die young, and only children over the age of one can enter the genealogy. If they do not die accidentally while growing up, they can also be buried in the Zheng family's ancestral grave. Those who die young under one year old can only find a place and dig a pit and bury them.

In the words of the old man, such children who die prematurely under the age of one year do not belong to the Zheng clan, and they are not qualified to enjoy the worship of the Zheng clan.

Sang Ye was somewhat expecting the genealogy, but when he learned that the girl was not qualified to be included in the genealogy, he couldn't help but want to complain.

However, when I think about becoming the true wife of Zheng, I will be in the first day of the first lunar month every year.

The ancestor was still not qualified to enter the ancestral hall, so she hated the vulgarity of men and women in this era.

Zheng Lin didn't know what his wife was thinking. Seeing that her face was bad, she thought she was worried about kneeling down tomorrow, and she couldn't help but worry, and asked her father: "Ye'er is pregnant, and she will kneel down when she comes to the genealogy tomorrow?"

When Old Man Zheng heard this, he was worried that his daughter-in-law's body would not be able to stand it. But the rules were placed there and it was impossible to change for a certain person. He had no choice: "As long as you put the genealogy tomorrow, you must kneel down, but if you feel that you can't stand it, you can also push the time for putting the genealogy to the first day of the first lunar month of the next year."

Zheng Lin was happy and was about to say that he would go to the family tree again next year, but he was stopped by the mulberry leaves who saw through his mind: "Tomorrow is going to go, tomorrow is going to go to the next year, so I just kneel down a few heads, I am not that delicate."

Except for the time when she fell off the ladder, she has been raised so much these days recently. She is not big now, and she will not have any problems when she kneels for a while. Besides, Hu will apologize in public tomorrow. She also wants to see Niu's face with her own eyes. It would be best if the two of them can fight together.

Seeing that his wife was determined, Zheng Lin knew that she could not persuade her, so she said, "You have made a lot of knee pads for me before, and I will tie two pairs to your knees tomorrow."

Sang Ye also had this idea. When he saw the man think of something, he suddenly became happy: "Well, I will find the knee pad later."

When Old Man Zheng heard this, he quickly reminded: "Tie it better, don't teach people to see it, so as not to make people say they are disrespectful to their ancestors."

Sang Ye couldn't help but want to complain, but he didn't object to his father-in-law and was very indulging himself in his knee pads. He felt very warm and quickly said, "I'm afraid I'll kneel on for a long time tomorrow. We'll wear looser clothes and tie them with knee pads."

Old Man Zheng waved his hand: "If you have a body, you will not blame the ancestors if you have two knee pads. If we tie the knee pads well, the ancestors will not bless you."

Sang Ye's eyes twitched, not understanding his father-in-law's self-abuse idea. But she knew that she couldn't persuade him, so she had to go with him. However, for her man, she had to let him tie his knee pads. It was so cold that it would be uncomfortable to kneel on such an iced ground.

There are a lot of leftovers in the morning, and you just need to put them in a pot and steam them. When Zheng Lin goes out and calls a few children back, Sang Ye calls Huan'er aside and tells him about worshiping ancestors tomorrow, so that he can stay at home to read books.

Huan'er looked sad and hugged her mother and whispered: "Huan'er can't go to the ancestral hall because Huan'er is not the uncle's child, nor is she a child of this family?"

Sang Ye felt nervous and asked Huan'er in turn: "Do you think uncle, grandpa Zheng, grandma Zheng, and sister Duohua, are they good to you?"

Sang Ye smiled and touched his head and continued, "Since uncles and others are very kind to you, then what does it matter if you are the uncle's child or not? Just remember wherever your mother is, wherever you are, and wherever your uncles and others are kind to you, they are your family and you are the child of this family."

Huan'er thoughtful, and her dim eyes gradually became brighter, and she obviously heard it.

Sang Ye sighed secretly. After knowing that she could not call her husband "father", the child did not show any signs on his face, and he still minded very much. If possible, she would also like to record the child in Zheng Lin's name, even if she still couldn't remember it in the Zheng family's genealogy, at least in name he was a child of the Zheng family.

But putting aside his identity, where did he deal with his biological parents? On the way to escape, they had no choice but to call him a mother and son, and let him have another father for nothing. Not to mention whether there is any offense, one day he learned about his true life experience, and he would probably feel unimaginable guilt towards his biological parents who are still suffering.

What's more, Feng Lun would never allow Huan'er to regard her own man as her father. Even her nominal mother, she is afraid that it will always touch his heart.

Huan'er is not a child who loves to be stubborn. After being relieved by her mother, she soon walked out of the loss of not being able to go to the Zheng clan ancestral hall. She took the initiative to hug her mother and said, "I understand, I will never bother you about such a thing again."

Sang Ye couldn't help but rub his hairy head when he heard this: "It's good if Huan'er understands it. Whether it's mother or uncle, I hope you can be happy in this family. How many more times will you do?

Months later, when the younger brother or sister was born, they were all relatives of Huan'er, and they would be with Huan'er like their mother and uncle."

When he heard his younger brother and sister, Huan'er's eyes became shiny. He looked at his mother's belly burningly and carefully stretched out his hand to touch it: "Mom, how many months will it take for his younger brother and sister to come out? When they come out, I will teach them to write and play with them."

Listening to his son's childish words, his smile became deeper: "There are six or seven months left. Maybe when summer is almost over, the younger brother or sister will come out, but it will take him until he is at least three years old before he can write with Huan'er."

Huan'er was not disappointed, and looked at her mother and said solemnly: "Then I will wait until my younger brother and sister grow up. I will also study hard and teach them all the learnings."

Sang Ye was very pleased to hear this, and hooked Huan'er's little finger and said, "Then mom will hook the hook for her younger brother and sister. Huan'er, the elder brother, is not allowed to regret it."

Huan'er also hooked her mother's finger and focused on it: "If you don't regret it, you're a puppy!"

Mang Ye was overjoyed: "Okay, I regret it's a puppy!"

This year is the first year that Sang Ye has married into the Zheng family. She wants to wait for the arrival of the New Year, but no matter how much Zheng Lin and Meng persuade her repeatedly, she couldn't change her mind.

The family was chatting around the brazier and chatting with melon seeds, but they didn't feel bored. Before they knew it, it was midnight. At this time, the sound of firecrackers in the distance was like boiling porridge, and the sound of firecrackers kept ringing. Then, the sound of firecrackers continued to ring in the village. This was people bidding far away to welcome the New Year.

Zheng Lin and old man Zheng also brought the offerings to the yard to burn incense and paper to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. Sang Ye and Meng picked up dumplings and went to the kitchen to cook. When the firecrackers sounded in the yard, the dumplings were also cooked.

The dumplings have thin skin and lots of fillings, and the taste is particularly good. Even if you are not hungry, the cooked one hundred dumplings are eaten clean, and even your body becomes hot, and you will get sweat beads on your forehead.

After eating the dumplings, Meng did not care about cleaning up the dishes and started urging the children to go back to bed. Sang Ye and Zheng Lin also returned to the room with a bucket of hot water, ready to wash and go to bed.

Tomorrow, he had to get up early to worship his ancestors and prepare the items for worshiping ancestors, the Zheng family took a shower and went to bed to rest. At night, Zheng Lin did not make trouble for mulberry leaves, and woke up directly to the next day.

Sang Yejueduo, after Zheng Lin was dressed in a neat manner, she was still lying on the bed and refused to get up. Zheng Lin couldn't do so, so she had to find the clothes she wanted to wear and put them on one by one. She also tied two pairs of knee pads on her knees.

The knee pads are made of cotton. They were originally used when riding horses, so they were made very thick. Now that they tied two pairs, the legs of the mulberry leaves look particularly thick.

Fortunately, it was winter, and she was wearing thick clothes. With the long cotton jacket I chose, as long as she didn't lift up the hem of the clothes, no one would find her tied up her knee pads.

Until Zheng Lin brought a basin of hot water and washed Mangye's hands and face, Mangye's consciousness finally woke up. He slowly got up from the bed, moving his legs and feet, and walked towards the dressing table: "If I had known that I would have done this, I would have made two pairs of thinner knee pads. I wouldn't be able to walk if I tied it like this."

Zheng Lin picked up the comb and skillfully combed his wife's hair. After hearing her complaint, he comforted her: "I'm not used to it just tied it up, just take a few more steps."

Sang Ye let the man comb her hair, and she tossed the knee pads on her legs. She felt that the rope tied was looser and it was not that uncomfortable, so she stopped moving.

After getting married, Zheng Lin combed his hair for mulberry leaves every day. Now he is not a problem to comb his complex bun, and it is even better than mulberry leaves himself.

Considering that today's ancestor worship, the front of the ancestral hall must be very crowded, Zheng Lin combed a simple bun for the mulberry leaves and took out a jade hairpin from the decorative box, which was the one he gave to mulberry leaves for the first time.

"Change a silver hairpin. I'm afraid that too many people will squeeze their heads and break them." This hairpin is of great significance. Mulberry leaves cherish it very much, and I don't want it to be a little accident.

Zheng Lin was about to buy it after falling, but suddenly remembered that his wife seemed to like this jade hairpin very much. After hearing her words, she put the hairpin back into the decoration box, took out a silver hairpin from another box that specialized in silver jewelry, and fixed her bun.

Looking at the bronze mirror, Mang Ye was very satisfied and stood up on the man's left face

The old man kissed: "Thank you, my husband."

Zheng Lin turned his face silently and pointed to his right face that he had not kissed: "You can't be more generous than the other, otherwise it will be unhappy."

Sang Ye smiled and held the man's face, and stamped a seal on his right face with kindness: "Okay!"

Zheng Lin reciprocates her favor, smiled and held his wife's face, and kissed her forehead with a caring and caring look.

As long as Zheng Lin is at home and combs his hair, this sticky kiss has almost become a compulsory course for the couple in the morning, and it is considered a boudoir fun.

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