Early this morning, after the family had breakfast, Yang Jun led several younger brothers and sisters to the cemetery to visit his father's grave.
There is a folk saying that the day among the people is the night in the underworld.
On the thirtieth day, you must visit the graves of your deceased relatives before twelve o'clock, otherwise the relatives in the underworld will not be able to receive paper money to catch up with the gathering in the underworld, let alone eat the New Year's Eve dinner.
In fact, this statement is contradictory.
This kind of causal cycle and the reincarnation of life and death cannot exist at the same time.
According to legend, after a person dies, he has to cross the Naihe Bridge. To cross the Naihe Bridge, you have to drink Mengpo soup. After crossing the bridge, you will be reincarnated. So since you have been reincarnated, how can you receive paper money burned by your relatives?
In fact, this is just a superstitious saying, just to express the thoughts of relatives to the deceased.
Visiting the grave is a ritual. When you arrive at the grave, tell the deceased what happened at home during the past year, and then express the pain of missing him.
Yang Jun took several younger brothers and sisters to wipe his father's monument with towels, then led them to kowtow three more times, and then went back.
After returning home, the family started to get busy.
Women prepare New Year's Eve dinner, cut vegetables, knead noodles, and chop dumpling fillings.
Yang Jun took Yang Huai and Yang Yu to prepare couplets.
The couplets were written by Yang Laosi, and she was the only one in the family who had practiced Chinese calligraphy, so the task of writing the couplets was given to her.
Not to mention, Yang Laosi seemed to have suddenly found his self-worth and became serious all of a sudden.
"Brother, grind it for me."
Yang Laosi rolled up his sleeves and summoned Yang Jun seriously.
Yang Jun's eyelids twitched after hearing this.
I thought to myself, girl, are you brave enough to ask me to grind it for you?
The ink comes in a glass bottle, so there is no need to grind it, you can just pour it into a bowl and use it.
The reason why Yang Laosi did this was intentional.
"You can't fall by yourself?"
Yang Laosi raised his head and looked at the sky forty-five degrees, rolled his eyes and said,
"Writing large characters requires a state of mind, and atmosphere is especially important. If someone polishes it for me, maybe I will be in a good mood and perform exceptionally well."
After hearing this, Yang Jun kept urging himself to hold down his anger, hold down his anger.
Today is the Chinese New Year, so you can’t beat your children, otherwise you will have to beat them all year round.
"Fourth sister, let me help you grind it."
Yang Huai felt that today was quite lively and fun, so he tiptoed to reach for the ink bottle on the table.
Seeing this, Yang Laosi reached out and put the ink bottle in the middle of the Eight Immortals table.
Yang Huai suddenly couldn't reach it.
"Fourth sister, I want to play, I want to play."
Yang Huai made a fuss and circled around the table.
"This is not fun. I will take you to set off firecrackers later."
Yang Laosi turned back and glanced at Yang Jun, and said sullenly,
"Hey, that guy, do you want to grind it or not?"
Yang Jun almost ran away after hearing this.
Now he doesn't even have a title, he has become that person.
"call!"
Yang Jun took a long breath, and the tightness in his chest suddenly eased a lot.
"Okay, Yang Laosi, if you're cruel, don't think I can't beat you on New Year's Eve this year..."
"Hmph! You can't hit me even on New Year's Day."….
Yang Laosi kept tapping the ground with one foot, looking embarrassed.
"Okay, I'll let you play for two days first."
Yang Jun tried hard to control his angry temper, walked over, picked up the bottle and poured her half a bowl of ink.
"Write well. If you don't write well, I will punish you."
After saying that, Yang Jun walked away angrily.
Wang Yuying and others who were chopping dumpling fillings at the side all laughed when they saw Yang Jun crumbling.
Yang Jun didn't care. During the Chinese New Year, the whole family was happy.
want,
I came to the kitchen, scooped out half a bowl of white flour from the flour bag, added some water and put it in a pot to make a paste.
There was no tape before, and using glue was too wasteful, so every household did it this way.
In less than ten minutes, the paste is ready.
Yang Laosi has also written three couplets.
Yang Jun took two pairs, first affixed one to the gate of the courtyard where Yang Anguo lived, and then another pair to the courtyard where Yang Mei lived.
When I came back, I put another one on my door.
At this time, Yang Laosi had written several more couplets. Upon seeing this, Yang Jun took another couplet and pasted it on the front door of the main hall in the backyard.
Seeing that there were still a few couplets, I posted them on each wing.
"Brother, why don't you put it on the wing of our house too?"
Yang Mei smiled and said: "If you put more words '福' on it, you will definitely have more blessings and longevity in the coming year."
Yang Jun rubbed his sore arm and said angrily: "You have to stick it on yourself."
Pasting couplets is also a strenuous task, especially holding it up with both hands is quite tiring.
"Boss Yang, you are the laziest in our family. Asking you to do some work is like killing you." Yang Mei said unhappy.
"Huh? No matter how big or small, believe it or not, I will slap you?" Yang Jun glared.
"You dare? Don't forget, today is New Year's Eve, so you are not allowed to hit anyone."
Yang Mei showed no sign of weakness and glared at him.
Yang Jun was furious after hearing this.
Why can't we hit people on this damn New Year's Eve?
"Okay, you and Yang Laosi are both amazing. I don't believe it, and it's New Year's Eve every day."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he picked four couplets, took the paste and went out.
The home here has been posted, and the home home must also be posted.
As soon as I got in the car, I seemed to think of something, so I went back again.
I came to the kitchen, found some net bags, and carried a dozen enamel jars out.
The car drove for half an hour and finally returned to the courtyard.
Standing at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at the mottled and old gate, Yang Jun sighed,
"Two years."
It has been more than two years since he came to this world.
In these two years, a lot has happened.
Overall, he is quite satisfied.
In terms of career, he jumped from a small section chief to the director of a steel rolling mill, becoming a big shot that everyone respects.
In terms of family, he not only gained a happy and sweet love, but he is also about to become a father.
Of course, what satisfies him most is that he has a harmonious and happy family and a group of relatives who love him and his beloved.
Yang Jun stood at the door, thought for a while, and then went in with the couplet.
As soon as you enter the courtyard, you can feel the strong flavor of the New Year.
Everyone in the courtyard is preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner, adults and children are present, the division of labor is clear, and everyone is immersed in a happy atmosphere...
"Hello, Director Yang."
"The army is back."
"Brother Junzi..."
Along the way, people in the compound greeted him warmly.
Yang Jun said hello cordially and friendly with a smile on his face.
Arriving at the door of his home in the backyard, Yang Jun saw couplets already posted on his door.
He was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
Looking at the flowing lines, the vigorous and powerful writing and the slightly faded red paper, Yang Jun could immediately guess who posted the couplets for him.
However, he didn't care either.
Instead, put down the couplet in your hand and paste it again according to the original place.
What others post is other people's business, so of course you have to post it yourself. What's more, this is the masterpiece of Yang Laosi's hard work. No matter what, she can't live up to her intentions.
In less than ten minutes, Yang Jun posted the couplets.
After posting it, Yang Jun took out the key, opened the door, and took a look inside.
The furniture in the house has been left behind
Under a thin layer of dust, spider webs also appeared in the corners.
Fortunately, the walls were originally covered with ceramic tiles, so they were easy to clean.
Yang Jun went to the second uncle Liu Haizhong's house next door to borrow a broom and start cleaning the room.
It's just a simple cleaning, as long as it means sweeping away the old and welcoming the new.
"Second uncle, please lend me your broom."
"Hey, it's Junzi. When did you come?"
The second uncle walked out with a belly in his bangs and a big belly.
"I just arrived a while ago, so I came to post a couplet." Yang Jun replied with a smile.
"Oh, that's it. Stop being busy now and come in and have a drink."
The second uncle kicked the two brothers Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu who were peeling potatoes in the middle of his bangs, and glared and said,
"You two little bastards, why don't you go work for your military brother if you don't even have such a sharp eye?"
Liu Guangfu curled his lips aggrievedly: "Dad, today is New Year's Eve..."
Before I could finish a sentence, I felt a pain in the back of my head, and I was completely confused.
"What's wrong with New Year's Eve? It's the first day of the Lunar New Year tomorrow. I'll take care of it." The second uncle said with wide eyes.
Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu thought they would be able to avoid being beaten today on New Year's Eve, but who knew they still couldn't escape.
The two of them didn't dare to talk back to their father, so they had no choice but to go over with brooms and clean the house.
Yang Jun felt a little embarrassed when he saw this.
This man is celebrating the New Year, and the two children were beaten because of him, and they always feel guilty.
"Junzi, come here, have a drink with your second uncle, and I'll let your second aunt cook two more dishes."
"No, second uncle, my mother is still waiting for me to go back for dinner. I have to finish cleaning and go back quickly." Yang Jun refused.
After hearing this, the second uncle Liu Haizhong said quickly: "Yes, that's right, go home and have a reunion dinner with your family, then the second uncle won't keep you."
"Okay, second uncle, I will meet you for a drink some other time. I will go and get busy first."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he returned to his home with a smile.
As soon as I entered the house, I heard footsteps coming from behind.
Looking back, I saw Xu Damao and his wife coming with a rag.
"Director, why do you need me to do things like cleaning?" Xu Damao said with a smile.
While he was talking, his hands were not idle, and he followed his wife to start cleaning the glass...
"Da Mao, brothers and sisters, thank you for your hard work."
After all, it was Xu Damao's wish, and it was hard for Yang Jun to refuse during the Chinese New Year.
"What's the hard work? It's just a matter of course." Xu Damao said.
Yang Jun was talking to Xu Damao when he saw a large group of people coming in front of his house.
Some of them have brooms, some have chicken blankets, some have mops...
"Director, we will help you clean up."
When Yang Jun saw this, he couldn't refuse, so he could only thank him profusely.
"Thank you, gentlemen."
Half an hour passed.
Yang Jun looked at the house with bright and clean windows, feeling as if he was dreaming.
The house was so clean, it looked like it had just been renovated.
"Thank you, young and old, I will treat you to dinner another day."
Yang Jun stood at the door and said goodbye to the neighbors who came to help.
Seeing Yan Bugui, the third uncle walking at the end, Yang Jun stopped him.
"Third uncle, thank you very much for today. It's a small thought, but I hope you'll accept it."
Yang Jun took out a dollar and stuffed it into his pocket quietly.
This dollar is not to thank him for helping with cleaning, but to thank him for helping to post the couplets.
When the third uncle heard this, he immediately narrowed his eyes with laughter, covered his pocket with his right hand, and said politely,
"Hey, Junzi, the third uncle won't be polite to you anymore. It's not that the third uncle likes to take advantage, but this is a rule passed down from the old generation, and it's more or less expressed, so..."
"Understand, reason
Understand, I am not an ignorant person, you can just accept it with peace of mind."
"Then...the third uncle will accept it." The third uncle grinned.
"Okay, third uncle, I can't stay too long. My mother is still waiting for me to go back for dinner."
Seeing that the third uncle was hesitant to speak, Yang Jun was afraid that he would say something inappropriate, so he quickly said goodbye.
"this……"
Yang Jun didn't care about him, locked the door and ran away.
After returning home, he parked the car at the door.
After looking around and seeing no one around, a thought came to my mind, and a densely packed and neatly arranged enamel jar appeared on the back seat of the car.
Then his mind moved again, and he put the enamel jars he had originally brought into the space.
"Yang Laosi, while it's hot... come out and serve the food."
As soon as Yang Jun got off the car, he shouted through the door.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Liu jumped out and ran out first.
"Brother, you spend money indiscriminately again. Mom has already made dumplings." Yang Liu frowned.
"You don't have to eat, I didn't invite you to eat."
Yang Jun rolled his eyes.
Some of them are pretty good to eat, but you can still be picky.
"Boss Yang, you are going too far." Yang Liu said angrily.
"Hey, everyone wants to rebel, right?"
Yang Jun raised his hand as if to hit someone.
"Boss Yang, today is New Year's Eve, you can't hit anyone."
Hey, I have a bad temper.
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One by one, they came to challenge his bottom line.
"Okay, let me see how many more days you can keep playing?"
"Humph! Two days are enough. I will return to the team in the second grade of junior high school."
After Yang Liu finished speaking, he proudly went in holding several enamel jars.
Yang Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly.
The younger brothers and sisters had more or less complaints about him, and they took advantage of these two days to vent out all the dissatisfaction that had been suppressed in their hearts for a long time...
"Okay, I'll let you run wild for two days, and I'll make the decision for the remaining three hundred and sixty-three days."
When they got home, Yang Liu and the others had already put the food on the table.
A total of eighteen dishes made everyone in the family drool.
Yang Jun went back to his room and took out two bottles of Moutai, one for him and Liu Zhi each.
"Everyone eats with open stomachs today."
"Okay, Boss Yang."
Everyone responded in unison.
When Yang Jun heard this, his hands shook and he almost fell down on the table.
This group of people seemed to be doing it on purpose, and even Yi Qiushui, who had always been reserved, followed them into misbehaving.
"Don't knock on my door to ask for lucky money before ten o'clock tomorrow."
Yang Jun said that he just wanted to sleep in.
"Okay, Boss Yang."
Everyone responded again.
Yang Jun shook his head, he was already immune to this.
After pouring the wine, as soon as I picked up the glass, I saw someone using chopsticks.
"Wait a moment!"
Yang Jun stood up, raised his hand to signal everyone to put down their chopsticks, then held the wine glass and said,
"Before eating, I want to say a few words."
"Boss Yang, hold on tight." everyone urged.
Yang Jun chuckled and said: "Then...what, as the boss of the Yang family, I have some blessings for you."
"In the new year, I wish you all a harmonious family, a happy year, a happy life, peace and security every day, a hundred times of energy every day, joy every month, abundant wealth every year, and peace and harmony every year."
"Happy Spring Festival!"
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