On the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, the Little New Year, sacrifices to the Kitchen God ascend to heaven and become a god.

The Chinese New Year is a long and gradual process. In this process, every node worth celebrating has different meanings.

When eating dumplings in the Little New Year in the North, the dumplings should be like the shape of ingots.

The rice cakes in the south mean high year. There are also dumplings, sugarcane that means high and high, and the Kitchen God candy that is necessary for the Kitchen God to worship the Kitchen God.

There was a fireworks in the Yong'an Palace. In the kitchen, the queen Zhao Ning'er and Concubine Guo Tai, took the female family members in the palace to steam rice cakes and prepare for dinner for a while.

The old man is an extremely traditional person. For him, the things prepared in the Guanglu Temple in the Imperial Kitchen are not food, but only what his relatives make. Therefore, every New Year Festival, the female family in the palace must cook and prepare a table of good wine and dishes.

Zhu Yunxi knew that the reason why the old man was like this was because deep down, he never forgot the word home. Home was the man on the kang, the woman in the kitchen. Home was the child in the courtyard, the younger generation who kowtowed to greet the New Year. Home was the lively chatting and laughing, and home was the same as the same family for several generations, with old and young.

He is the Supreme Emperor, but he has lived for this family all his life.

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"Do you eat less candy, and will you still eat later?"

Zhu Yunxi looked at the six pounds of chewed with the Kitchen God Candy happily, and said with a wrinkle, "Eat so much, do you want that tooth?"

This kid is a bit like Zhu Gaochi's fat man, and he likes to eat sweets very much.

It is natural for me to scold my son, but the old man who was holding Xiao Fuer and napping on the rocking chair next to me was not happy.

Zhu Yunxiu was squinting his eyes, "Call the children during the New Year? Whose rules are you?" He continued to angrily, "What's wrong with eating two pieces of candy during the New Year? You pick your nose and eyes, what's the mighty thing about your children? Six kilograms, eat, there is an ancestor here, you eat it openly, see who dares to say you!"

"The ancestor is the best!" Liujin flattered him like a tide and pulled the old man's arm to have fun.

The old man suddenly laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. Xiao Fu'er was in the old man's arms. Seeing Zhu Yunxie being defeated, he clapped his hands and laughed, "Hehe, my father is scolding Brother Xi again!"

"He is asking for scolding!" The old man smiled, "Hey, he doesn't make people happy during the New Year. Who else can he scold him? He wants to play with people outside, but he won't be the best of us."

At this time, Liujin raised his little face and asked, "Old ancestor, why do you want to celebrate the New Year?"

"This..." The old man was stunned, thinking about the origin of the Kitchen God in detail, but he had no idea.

Then he said to Zhu Yunxi, "Hey, haven't you heard your son ask? Why do you celebrate the New Year?"

Zhu Yunxi smiled, "According to the examination, the Little New Year started a long time ago. There are records in the Spring and Autumn Period. Tang Dynasty said that it was to worship the Kitchen God and become a god..." As he said that, he looked at the old man, and suddenly his childlike heart became aroused, and he had the intention of making pranks.

"Actually, this little new year still has something to do with Grandpa Emperor?"

"Hmm? Why did it come to us? We are not the Kitchen God?" the old man said wonder.

Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "The grandson also listened to folk allusions!" As he said that, he kept silent and shut up.

Sure enough, the old man was intrigued and asked, "Tell me quickly!"

"Folk legend, when Grandpa Emperor was poor, you were just in the New Year. I wanted to eat meat during the New Year, but you didn't have money in your pocket. So you went to a similar butcher shop, thinking about some meat on credit!"

Suddenly, the old man's eyebrows stood up.

"Old ancestor, isn't you just not paying for meat credit?" Liujin asked.

Before the old man could speak, Zhu Yunxiu continued, "Grandpa Emperor, you are thin-skinned and you dare not lend meat. After thinking about it for a long time, he told the butcher shop owner, why not a pig's head be credited. Unexpectedly, the butcher shop owner did not even give you the pig's head!"

"The butcher shop owner is really not a thing!" Liu Jin muttered gritting his teeth.

The old man's face became more and more ferocious, and Zhu Yunqi pretended not to see it.

He continued, "From the butcher shop, Grandpa Huang, you are so angry. Then he wrote a poem on the wall..."

"What are we writing?" the old man said furiously.

"It's so pitiful. If someone else has a year, I don't have a year. I'll have cash on a pig's head to credit. One day I'll be the emperor, and I'll have two New Years!"

"Damn...hahahaha!" The old man laughed loudly, and his anger turned into a smile, "You...you guys are you listening to nonsense, come to arrange your grandfather. He also became the emperor for two years. How could we know that we would be the emperor in the future!"

Zhu Yunxi asked with a smile, "Grandpa Emperor, is this really true?"

"There is...a ball!" The old man laughed and scolded, "You should take the matter arranged by the ignorant villager. It was not the beginning of the Ming Dynasty in our New Year!" As he said that, he smiled again, "But it is interesting. The people actually said that it was the New Year we gave up, haha!"

The story may not be that good, but the meaning is very good, and it also suits the old man's temper. When he was in a downturn, he told himself more than once that he would do whatever he would do when he became prosperous in the future. This is actually an inspiration for himself.

"Old ancestor, why do you have to celebrate the New Year?" Liujin continued to ask, "My grandson was studying yesterday and heard from the scholars that the New Year in the south is at twenty-fourth, but the New Year in the north is at twenty-three. Why?"

"Yeah, let's tell you!" The old man cleared his throat and spoke in the admiring eyes of Liujin and Xiao Fuer, "Originally, we Han people have always celebrated the New Year on the 24th day of the 12th lunar month. Later, the Jurchens built the country called Dajin, annexed half of the country, and later the Mongols built the Dayuan."

"After they entered the Central Plains, they also learned to celebrate the New Year like us Han people. But our New Year is next to their Vulcan Festival, and they sacrificed the Vulcan God on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month."

"These two days are next to each other, and they are confused, so they just passed the Fire God and the Kitchen God together on the 23rd day of the 12th lunar month. In this way, the Little New Year became the 24th lunar month in the south and the 23rd lunar month in the north."

Zhu Yunxiu laughed in his heart, "The old man just said that he was doing his orchestration. Where did he hear nonsense?"

The New Year begins with the Little New Year. The so-called officials are three, four, and five. The officials are on the 23rd day of the 11th lunar month, the people are on the 24th day of the 11th lunar month, and the people on the water are on the 25th day of the 11th lunar month. The different days in the north and south are also due to the solar terms.

(The Ming Dynasty has always celebrated the New Year on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month.)

"Old ancestor, what does the Kitchens look like? Why do you want to worship him?" Liu Jin asked with a smile on his face again.

"The man does not worship the moon and the woman does not worship the kitchen!" The old man smiled, "The Kitchen God is a little white-faced. The Jade Emperor appointed him as a god, and he specializes in staring at each household to see what the family eats, do not do good or bad things, and then go back and report to the Jade Emperor!"

"You think, if the Jade Emperor really did something wrong, let the Jade Emperor know that it would be great. So, the common people would sacrifice him and offer him sacrifices. If he eats our benefits, he will naturally not say bad things about us?"

Liujin's head turned around and smiled, "Isn't that like the censor of our Ming Dynasty?"

"Nonsense!" Zhu Yunsheng scolded with a smile.

"It's not nonsense!" The old man waved his hand, "Didn't the Censor just mutter and complain behind the joke?"

At this time, Xiao Fu'er suddenly tilted his head and asked, "Father, what is a little white face?"

"This..." The old man was speechless for a moment.

Then anger suddenly appeared on his face, and he looked at Zhu Yunxiu angrily.

"Grandpa Emperor, grandson..." Zhu Yunqiu was a little at a loss.
Chapter completed!