To be honest, the pickled fish made by Zhao Guoyang is not perfect. After all, the meat of silver carp is still a little older than black carp.

However, in the early 1990s, when Sichuan cuisine was not popular all over the country, this dish seemed quite standard.

Bai Rou picked up the fish fillet that Zhao Guoyang had put on and took a sip. Suddenly, a very spicy smell choked on her entire head from her nose.

Just as she was so spicy that she was about to cry, a unique fragrance slowly evaporated on her tongue coating, slowly covering up the previous spicy taste.

This feeling is like in summer, I took a sip of iced sour plum soup, and it started to be cold and then felt very comfortable.

Just as Bai Rou closed her eyes and savored the deliciousness, Zhao Xiaojing, who was sitting on the other side, was already screaming spicyly: "Ah, it's so spicy!"

As for Zhao Xiaoyong, because he ate too fast, he felt a little hot when he was in the mouth, but he didn't feel anything afterwards.

This guy didn't believe in evil, so he quickly picked up a second piece and put it in his mouth to eat it.

"This taste is so delicious!" At this time, Zhao Xiaojing had gradually felt the deliciousness of this dish from the spicy food, and applauded repeatedly.

Putting down the chopsticks, Bai Rou turned her head to look at Zhao Guoyang and said, "Guoyang, what is this dish called? It's so delicious!"

"Well, this is called pickled fish, it is a type of Sichuan cuisine."

Zhao Guoyang pointed to the basin and said, "Generally speaking, the raw materials for pickled fish are made of black fish. Today there are only silver fish, so you can eat it..."

The New Year’s Eve dinner ended in Zhao Xiaojing and Zhao Xiaoyong’s fight for fish soup.

What impressed everyone the most about this New Year’s Eve dinner today is this pickled fish dish.

Not only were the fish and sauerkraut eaten up, but in the end, there was not even a little soup left and they were all used to make rice.

After dinner, several young people naturally gathered together to chat and watch TV.

Zhao Jingzhong and He Huifen were leisurely rolling noodles and pinching balls on the side, preparing to cook dumplings during the Spring Festival Gala for a while.

Bai Rou originally wanted to help, but the old couple refused in unison.

After sitting for a while, seeing that the time was almost over, Zhao Guoyang wanted to say goodbye to his parents and prepare to send Bai Rou back.

Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Hei suddenly rang out in the yard outside.

"Hey, who will be here on New Year's Eve?" He Huifen, who was rubbing the round ones, raised his eyebrows and said.

"I'll go out and have a look!" On the other side, Zhao Jingzhong groaned and put down the work of the kneading in his hand.

Zhao Guoyang didn't care about these things. He was happily telling Bai Rou some customs during the Chinese New Year in Lixiahe area of ​​Jiangnan Province.

Not long after Zhao Jingzhong went out, a few small-sounding arguments rang out outside the house.

"Big sister, second, third, two younger siblings, what's wrong with this New Year, can't we say something different in another day? We have to hurry up today?" It was Zhao Jingzhong who spoke.

"Brother, this matter cannot be delayed. The more you delay it, the harder it will be. It just so that our families are all here today, so we can simply solve it so that we can avoid bothering you again after the New Year." A slick voice said.

"Yes, brother. It's almost three years since our parents passed away. We should sit down and talk about the distribution in their old house. We can't just fall into your hands alone, right?" another rough voice said.

"Three, how do you talk? Is our elder brother who is that kind of person?" another familiar female voice scolded.

"Okay, OK, Jingzhong, we're all here, so let's go in and sit down. As for the matter, we still have to talk about what to do. If you want to take the house alone, you have to give them 20% of the two brothers, right?"

Listening to the full voice of all the people, Zhao Guoyang immediately realized that this was the aunt who introduced him to him yesterday?

Perhaps he didn't want to make things happen and everyone around him knew it. Although Zhao Jingzhong was uncomfortable, he still let all his relatives enter the house.

Looking at the crowd entering, Zhao Guoyang couldn't help but look cold on his face. These relatives were really embarrassed.

When my grandparents were alive, several people pushed for the elderly to support them. They always pushed forward if they could, and gave up as much as possible. Don’t say that they would pay, and don’t be happy to do their best.

Now that my grandparents have passed away, several people have the pretense of having an idea of ​​ancestral home.

After Zhao Guoyang's grandparents passed away, they left an old house in Jianghai County and the city. Although it was a bungalow, the area was 260 to 70 square meters, with several rooms inside and outside.

Although the house is not valuable these days, it still costs three or four hundred yuan per square meter. With such a large area, it can be counted as sixty or seventy thousand yuan.

Before, Zhao Guoyang's two cheap uncles and aunts had been urging him to sell the house for money.

However, the old man made a will before his death. The eldest son of the Zhao family, Zhao Guoyang's father, accounted for 70%, and the remaining 30% were two brothers and daughters.

One reason for this distribution is that Zhao Jingzhong is filial and has been taking care of the two of them for many years and has never had any complaints.

Another thing is that the three brothers of the Zhao family gave birth to two sons. Zhao Guoyang is also the eldest son and grandson of the Zhao family. In the eyes of the older generation, this naturally has additional attribute bonuses.

Since the old man made a will in front of the whole family before leaving, the two brothers of the Zhao family dare not say anything about the result of this distribution.

The only thing they both hoped was to sell the house as soon as possible so that they could take away the money they had. Similarly, Zhao Guoyang, the aunt, also had this idea.

After several relatives entered the house, He Huifen ordered Zhao Xiaojing and Zhao Xiaoyong to go back to the room.

She originally wanted Zhao Guoyang and Bai Rou to leave first, but when she saw her son shook her head, she swallowed the words she had reached.

"Ah, Guoyang, this girl, we're meeting again!" As soon as I saw Zhao Guoyang and Bai Rou, my aunt suddenly felt a little cowardly, with an unnatural smile on her face.

Obviously, Bai Rou's extraordinary actions yesterday left a deep impression on her.

Zhao Guoyang's two uncles and aunts were confused and immediately asked the aunt for the situation suspiciously.

Although I was unhappy with these unlucky relatives, the elders were elders after all, so Zhao Guoyang still greeted them.

Zhao Guoyang called him the second uncle, who was relatively sleek. He immediately patted Zhao Guoyang on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Guoyang, it's not bad. In this blink of an eye, he's all a big man. I heard that you have entered the technical department of Hongda Machinery Factory. This is amazing, and the future is bright!"

Zhao Guoyang smiled indifferently and did not answer.

After a few opening remarks, Zhao Guoyang's third uncle finally started talking.

"Brother, sister-in-law. We came today, and there was no other meaning. We just wanted to get the one that should belong to us!"

"Yes, my parents did make a will, and most of the old houses were left for the elder brother, but we two brothers also have one, right? You can't stop giving it to us all the time, right?"

After hearing this, He Huifen frowned: "Lao Lao, this house is a whole, how can you give it to you? Should I bring it down and give it to you and the second brother a room, or what?"

"Big brother and sister, that's not what I said."

The aunt said happily, "This house cannot be split, but it can be sold. After selling it, according to my mother's last words before her death, Jingzhong will get 70% and we three siblings will get 10% each. The three of us didn't think about getting too much."

"I can't sell the house, so you just want to die!" Although Zhao Jingzhong is honest, he is very principled.

"Brother, you are a little unreasonable now? You are the one who takes the majority of the house, but how to deal with it depends on everyone's discussion, right? How can you decide the result of the disposal alone?" Zhao Guoyang's third uncle said unhappily.

"Yes, brother. You don't live in this house anyway. It's too wasteful to be there. It's better to sell it and improve your life."

"Your three children have a lot of pressure in life, which is obvious to us. Selling the house and getting a sum of money is enough to train your Xiaojing and Xiaoyong to become an adult."

"Second, you won't have to worry about the training of our children. If you want me to sell a house, you just have two words - no way!" Zhao Jingzhong replied very simply, without any delay.

"Jingzhong, what you said is wrong, and it makes us siblings come to make your property." The aunt said with some displeasure.

The woman from the second family also said, "Yes, brother. Whether this house is sold or not has to be resolved by everyone. You can't decide alone."

"That's it! Otherwise, brother, you can use the money and compensate us for the three of us. In this way, whether your house is sold or not will have nothing to do with us." Zhao Jingzhong said another brother and sister.

"Compensation? How can we have the money to compensate you! Guoyang has just started working and has to ask for a wife again in a few years. Xiaojing and Xiaoyong are still in school. What do you think I will compensate you?" He Huifen said, his eyes turned red.

Seeing this, Bai Rou next to her quickly walked to her side and whispered comfort.

The situation has been almost understood, and Zhao Guoyang, who has not spoken, has some ideas in his mind.

He coughed and said, "Auntie, two uncles and aunts. We already know your purpose. Indeed, what you said makes sense. If my father doesn't sell the house, it's time to compensate you."

After hearing this, the elders of Zhao Guoyang all smiled happily.

"Hey, I just say that intellectuals understand the truth."

"Yes! Guoyang is right to say that. It doesn't matter whether the house is sold or not. As long as your family gives us the compensation three, everything will be easy!" Uncle San nodded happily.
Chapter completed!