Crackling...
Crackling...
Firecrackers thundered, and the air was filled with the choking smell of burning firecrackers.
The entire Tubei Village was full of joy, with the sounds of children playing and adults talking endlessly.
"It's Chinese New Year! It's Chinese New Year!"
"Gouwa, Sanya, Brother Wu said he would take us to the entrance of the village to set off firecrackers! Come quickly!"
"Come on, come on, Sister Tianbao promised to take us to fly in the mist! I'll bring some cookies for my brother and sister!"
"Children, run slowly! After playing, go to grandma's house to eat candies and get envelopes! Big heads bring good luck in the New Year!"
"I know, Granny Su. My grandma has fried fragrant rice and said she would bring it to you later to drink oil tea with you!"
"Oleifera? Hey, this is what I like. I'm addicted to it! Xiu'er, your fried oil is very fragrant. Get more. I'll get Wheat Sui's father's good tea!"
"Okay, I still have the frying pan used for frying pork belly. I can fry the fruits by burning some firewood under the pan!"
Year after year, the people in the village have become a family.
The rule of not visiting the house on New Year's Day has become useless here at some point.
On the most joyful day of the year, staying at home all day without visiting or chatting with friends makes people feel a lot less interesting.
In the end, just do whatever you want, just for fun and excitement.
A tea table was set up in the Huo family's courtyard, and pairs of two sat next to the chessboard and fought to the death.
A group of men set up a sweet potato kiln behind the Chen family's vegetable garden, braving the cold wind and looking forward to the spring scenery.
At the entrance of Su's courtyard, Mrs. Su and her two daughters-in-law were busy working inside and outside. They set up a small square table and placed melon seeds and candies on it to satisfy their cravings when the village children came to pay their New Year greetings.
Everywhere is lively.
Yan Changkong was sitting in a hall surrounded by earthen walls, with a small post under his butt that made it difficult to stretch his legs. In front of him was a terracotta brazier with missing edges and broken rims. There was a strong charcoal fire in the basin, but the charcoal was not good. thing.
It's not the real charcoal that came out of the charcoal kiln, it's the wood that was burned through in the big stove next door when cooking.
Before it was completely burned to ashes, the well-managed woman shoveled out the carbon stars and poured them into a clay pot to create a small brazier, making the best use of everything without wasting anything.
Yan Changkong lived for more than twenty years. From the time he was born, he slept on a high bed and soft pillows, wore silks and satins, ate seafood and delicacies, traveled in beautiful cars and BMWs, and stood in high halls and temples.
He never thought that one day he would end up in this kind of place.
But the feeling doesn't seem that bad.
Listening to the conversation between children and adults outside the yard, Yan Changkong smiled, picked up the fire tongs at his feet and flicked the carbon stars to make the warmth more intense.
"Quartz, today is the Chinese New Year. It's a festive and auspicious day, so why don't you pull out your hair?"
In the corner of the main room, Quartz, whose head and face were tightly wrapped in black cloth, was like a strange shadow, standing motionless in the darkness, easily making people forget her existence.
But as long as he makes any move, she will immediately jump out and stop him.
When it came to keeping an eye on him, Quartz was extremely responsible and never let up at all hours of the day.
Yan Changkong couldn't survive her because Quartz didn't have to sleep.
"Quartz, do you think it's very lively outside? I want to go to the door and have a look. If you're worried, you can follow me, right at the door. I won't run around, okay?" There was no response. As expected, Yan Changkong also Don't be discouraged, keep talking to yourself.
"You have changed so much. You used to only recognize smells, but now you seem to be able to understand people's speech. Miss Su is really a very capable person. You like her too, right? Just like Wangbai likes her."
"You are a newcomer just like me. It is your first time to celebrate the New Year in this place. You should just do as the locals do. Let's go and join in the fun together. What about Camellia oleifera... I have never heard of it, and I don't know what kind of tea it is. "
Yan Changkong spoke neither hastily nor slowly, as if he were measuring with an invisible ruler, and the pauses between each word were well controlled.
They are all raised in the many rules of the royal family. Such a tone and speed of speech make it more pleasant to listen to.
He stood up, glanced at the shadowy figures in the darkness, and then walked out.
He walked a little slowly in the first few steps to test Quartz's reaction. After the opponent didn't jump out and kick him back immediately, he speeded up a little and raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously.
During this period, he talked to Quartz every day. Subtlety was still useful, and Quartz was now beginning to hear his words.
After leaving the main room and leaving the small brazier, the cold air immediately enveloped the whole body, making people shiver.
Looking around, looking out from the low courtyard wall of the farmhouse, one can take in the surrounding scene at a glance.
The eaves, walls, courtyards and even the loess road in front of each house have been swept clean, and there is almost no snow.
Only the red confetti that had been blown up after burning firecrackers covered the road. After people walked and stepped on it, it clung to the soil. Even this mess exuded a sense of joy that only comes during the New Year.
Being in such an environment, I feel inexplicably relaxed physically and mentally, and have a down-to-earth sense of living.
Yan Changkong quickly walked across the courtyard, opened the old wooden door that was ajar, and stepped out.
As soon as the soles of his shoes hit the ground, someone grabbed his neck from behind. If he took another step forward, his neck bones would be broken.
Yan Changkong sighed helplessly and had to take back the foot he stepped out, "Quartz, I'm just walking around the village. I won't escape or harm anyone. The poison in my body hasn't been cured yet. What can I do if I lose this house?"
Quartz's response was to tighten her fingers a little more.
The problem is that salt and oil are not allowed to enter.
Frustrating.
At the entrance of the courtyard, Du Buguo was surrounded by a group of children and walked towards him.
The little old man took his trademark 28 steps and put his hands on his hips, pretending to be impatient, "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I've finished all the stories I can tell! How can a bunch of brats pester people!"
A group of five- or six-year-old children wearing little coats and beards crowded around the old man's feet, pulling at his sleeves and hugging his thighs. They were not afraid of the old man at all.
"Grandpa Poison, tell me another story, tell me another story!"
"Grandpa Poison, let me peel some fruit for you to eat, and then tell us a nice story!"
"I'll beat your legs!"
"I squeeze my hand!"
The little old man raised his chin and squinted with his triangular eyes. He was stunned but couldn't put on a fierce look, but he suddenly smiled.
As his eyes wandered, he inadvertently glanced at Yan Changkong, who was standing at the entrance of the courtyard. The old man Du Du rolled his eyes and smiled arrogantly, "Hey, let's just tell you a story! Grandpa remembered it, you really didn't listen. I haven’t told you the story before! The name of the story is: The prince stole the chicken but lost the rice, lost his wife and lost the army! Do you want to hear it? "
The children's eyes lit up and they all said in unison, "I want to hear it!"
Yan Changkong, "..."
No wonder all countries are most afraid of Su Jiuni and the most vicious and invulnerable when it comes to the madmen on wanted orders.
The old man's ability to expose people in front of others is worse than experiencing it for himself.
