Fireworks and stars in the world are dark, blooming like illusions. Infinite thoughts of the past, the wind moved the glass and the light was brilliant. Thickness, shade, looking back at the candle flame in the world of mortals.
The villagers eat very slowly and have to keep vigil at night. Everyone who needs to sleep during the day has had enough sleep. Pregnant women and women with children do not need to worry about keeping vigil.
The children also drank rice wine and rice wine. Children aged a few years drank rice wine, and those over fourteen years old drank rice wine.
Zhu Wentian drank medicinal wine with the village chief, two taels each, and the village elder one tael. Usually, the village elder drank a cup worth three qian a cup to maintain his health.
"Hanhan, if it were the year of the thunderstorm night, this table would have been eaten up long ago, and there would be no vegetables and meat left for the hot pot in winter."
A village elder said to Hanhan, emphasizing that the thunderstorm night was the night Zhu Wentian came over.
Zhu Wentian nodded: "Everyone has no fat in their stomachs. The poorer they are, the hungrier they are. The hungrier they are, the poorer they are. They eat a lot, but they are never full."
"It got better later. Hanhan was finally able to help the village a lot. Maybe this is why he supports the villagers."
Another village elder followed and said that everyone is not a fool and can see it.
Zhu Wentian smiled: "Hanhan has always been there, just like a baby. Those days are when you are a baby. When you grow up, some forget it, and some remember it. I remember them all.
Including Grandpa Liu pricking my belly button with a needle, and then cupping to pull out a lot of blood. I would only cry at that time.
There was also the fourth aunt who used cypress branches to boil water for me to drink. There was not a single white hair on my head at that time. She exchanged grain for honey and gave me folk prescriptions..."
Zhu Wentian was talking about one thing after another, and he was a little in a trance, like Zhuang Zhou in a dream.
He feels that what people fear most is philosophy and self-questioning, the simplest: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?
Thinking too much can drive people crazy, just like how many people don't understand that people with depression commit suicide.
"Go back and repair the mountain temple properly, and let the imperial court give permission for the ancestral sacrificial hall.
Last time I said that I wanted to give an iron scroll to the Alchemy Book. We don’t want that thing. I’m being honest, let’s replace it with five-entry cornices and brackets.
This is what we deserve. If you don't want anything, people will think about your bigger plans. "
Another village elder spoke up, demanding that he go beyond the limit and receive credit for his work.
"We old men have agreed upon this, what do you think, Hanhan?" the fourth village elder said.
"Okay, as long as there are no eight-in ones. According to the ancient system, nine-in ones are emperors, and eight-in ones are kings." Zhu Wentian supported.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, can you hear me? I'm on the city wall, I'm going down, I'm Zhou Zong, I'm holding the hourglass, let's put it together."
On the west wall of the imperial city, Zhou Zong shouted that he did not dare to go down directly, fearing that people from Xiaqiu Village would be on guard with flintlocks and accidentally shoot him dead.
"Come down! We have no defensive measures here, and the bullets are separated." The commander shouted back.
Not long after, Zhou Zong ran over with an hourglass: "After this is over, let's set off fireworks together. It will be everywhere else. You guys are in charge here."
"Sit down, Mr. Zhou. What are you drinking? Hanhan, the village elder, and I will drink some medicinal wine first. The village elder will take a rest later, and Hanhan and I will drink beer and eat beans."
The head of the village took the hourglass. This was a determined time. Someone should have come here to set off fireworks. Now that the people from the village are here, it is up to the village to take care of it.
"I'll also drink some medicinal wine. I can't go back tonight. Once the gate of the inner city is closed, no entry or exit is allowed. I'm special. I can't go in but can go out.
Of course, if there is an emergency in your village, you can ask Hanhan to bring the letter in, but it can only be Hanhan, because Hanhan..."
When Zhou Zong talks about the situation, he means that he is stupid and does not know how to calculate and launch a surprise attack.
"Yes! Our Hanhan is the most honest person. Everyone can feel at ease if we ask him to deliver the letter."
The head of the village agreed, but thought to himself, if we want to beat you, if we let Hanhan in, you will be completely stunned.
Zhou Zong didn't know how to read minds, so he nodded and looked at the dishes on the table: "You have other dishes on the table for hot pot?"
"It's cold, so there's no need to cook all day tomorrow. Just heat up whatever you can, and eat the cold dishes directly."
The headman brought a wine cup, placed it in front of Zhou Zong, filled it up, added soup to the hot pot, brought a plate of mutton steak, pulled it into the pot, stopped rinsing it, and cooked it.
The villagers ate slowly, looking at the hourglass, and when it was about time, others put more glass lamps into the lit candles.
Suddenly the place became colorful, everyone put on new clothes, and the woman took a pacifier and pushed the baby out.
"Light the fire in order." The chief shouted, and the children took a puff of incense and lit the fireworks.
What is different from others is that they are not afraid. They all use nitroglycerin yellow gunpowder with their hands. They know how far away the coarse incense can be to ignite the gunpowder. Even if it explodes, they will not be injured. They just turn their heads when lighting it.
'Bang~~Boom~~'Crack~~~'
The sound of firecrackers and fireworks bloomed, drifting high in the sky with the wind, contrasting with the swaying glass lamps.
There is no moon tonight, only the stars twinkling with fireworks.
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"After midnight, it will be another year, and this year is good." Zhu Yuanzhang did not go to rest. He kept vigil and watched the fireworks with a monocular telescope.
He was in a particularly good mood today, just like Zhu Biao, the good boy.
After a year, everything went smoothly, and he made a lot of money from trading with the barbarians. The entire Ningguo Mansion planted two crops.
There is a canal, and a commercial information and convenience center is being built.
I have been busy all year and discovered good things. How can life be so smooth? The administration of Ming Dynasty was equally smooth.
I feel that when something is in trouble, Xiaqiu Village takes action without waiting.
Sometimes they don’t think it’s trouble, so Xiaqiu Village takes action.
Sometimes Xiaqiu Village takes action first and learns about things later.
"Every New Year's Eve, tonight is different. It's not because of the fireworks, it's just the mountains and rivers that shine."
Queen Ma’s smile is the brightest, nostalgic for the logistical support of the battle.
She is responsible for the logistics, while her man, Juba, fights at the front.
The more people are responsible for logistics, the more they understand the grand layout of Xiaqiu Village. It seems that it has been pushed step by step since the year before last. It is so stable!
People are not in a hurry, they implement one and then give another. During the war, such an opponent is the most difficult to deal with.
Before setting off the fireworks today, people in Xiaqiu Village were still promoting it! Explain that it is not affected by festivals and emotions, and you can do whatever you want.
"Do you still have the candied haws on a stick in Xiaqiu Village? Get some for us." Zhu Yuanzhang felt tasteless in his mouth and wanted to eat something, remembering the candied haws on a stick in Xiaqiu Village.
A lot of candied haws were delivered, and Xiaqiu Village could feed the soldiers on the city wall, so naturally the palace would not miss them.
"Sister, take a bite, eat the orange on top, put the bottom... and get us another bunch. Sister, why do you eat so much in one bite?"
Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to eat the watermelon part of the candied haws, but Queen Ma rubbed it, and half of the candied haws was gone, leaving hawthorn underneath.
Queen Ma smiled and rolled her eyes, puffing out her cheeks while chewing. She did this on purpose.
It’s the fifth update this year. I was very tired after going out to the farm yesterday, and I just felt the ‘sequelae’ today, feeling particularly tired. The seventh update will be tomorrow. I will make up for today. Brothers and sisters who have monthly votes, please vote. Thank you! The farmer bowed!
(End of chapter)
