The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Zhang An woke up and found that it was already late and the village was very lively now.
He accidentally played in space for a long time last night, so he got up late today.
There is a taboo on waking people up on the first day of the new year, so Wang Fang did not wake Zhang An up.
When I woke up, I found that the sunbathing area was full of people.
Just after washing his face, Li Yao came to pay New Year's greetings.
"Godfather, happy New Year."
As soon as he entered the door, he was in front of Zhang An and his parents. He knelt down and kowtowed several times.
Zhang An quickly pulled him up and stuffed the red envelope he had prepared into his pocket.
"I've told you, there's no need to kowtow. Your godfather is still young. You save your money first and then we kowtow together when I'm old. Only then can we be considered filial."
"Pfft~, I can save this end and bang it together later, hahaha."
Zhang An's words made Li Hongbin and Zhou Lan next to him laugh.
Then Li Hongbin suggested going to the village's sunbathing field. There were quite a lot of people there now.
Zhang An originally thought that it would be okay anyway, so he would go shopping.
But one after another, the descendants at the door came to pay New Year's greetings.
"Okay, you probably won't be able to get away from here, so I won't call you. You go ahead and do your work."
Li Hongbin's family saw so many people coming to Zhang An's family and knew that Zhang An's family had many relatives, so they left first.
At first, most of the people who came were the cousins of the second grandfather and the fourth grandfather’s family, who came to pay Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang New Year greetings.
But more people came later, mostly relatives from the same family who were already far away from each other.
I didn't see them coming in previous years, but this year I thought of coming to visit Zhang An's parents to pay New Year's greetings.
This was the year that Zhang An came to visit the most relatives at home in his entire life.
It can be said that if you are poor in the busy city and have no one to care about you, if you are rich in the mountains you have distant relatives.
But when people came to the door, they couldn't say anything even though they were celebrating the New Year.
Later, Zhang An was not idle either, he still wanted to go over and pay New Year's greetings to the second grandpa, fourth grandpa and several other elderly people.
It took me a whole morning to finish all these things about visiting relatives.
After Zhang An had lunch, he went to the sun drying field for a walk. There were not many New Year gatherings in the village.
This will make the drying ground full of stalls selling goods and shouting everywhere.
Usually they sell their experience when selling snacks, so today the maids in the village will not miss this opportunity.
As soon as you enter the sun drying intersection, there are stalls selling food.
There is a strong aroma everywhere in the drying ground, and some sell potatoes and ham sausages.
Some people sell fried pancakes and glutinous rice noodles braised in oil.
As long as they are snacks eaten in the village, there are people setting up stalls to sell them.
Walking further back, I found some stalls selling small toys.
You can see a group of dolls gathering in front of these stalls, handing over their lucky money to buy things.
Zhang An walked a few steps inside and found two large speakers in front of him.
Good guy, who brought this thing here? There is no such thing in the village.
I'm afraid it wasn't rented by the village. The old man is a bit more lively this year.
No wonder I heard this music before I even arrived.
But the speakers are not turned on now, and some villagers in the village are playing the Lusheng and Suona.
Along with the music they played, young and energetic girls began to dance on the stage.
These people are all Miao villagers in Changqing Village, and the girls are now wearing their own yuqianga.
It means the most gorgeous and solemn clothes among their Miao clothes.
Although people at this time had poor living conditions.
But in their Miao families, every girl must be prepared with gorgeous clothes.
When you get married, you have to take this outfit to your husband's house.
If a Miao girl does not have decent clothes when she gets married, she will be looked down upon by outsiders.
And these clothes, from stitch to stitch, are all made by themselves.
There are also those silver jewelry, which look shiny when worn.
Zhang An never asked whether this thing was really made of silver.
It's not a good idea to ask, because if you do, you won't be able to get out of the house.
Now this is a serious Miao girl dance, not one of the tourist attractions in later generations.
When I went there, all I saw were aunties and old ladies in their forties and fifties dancing.
Now, the people above are all young girls with fair faces.
Their delicate and beautiful young faces, accompanied by smart and coordinated movements, make some clever expressions, full of youthful atmosphere.
Zhang An just wants to say, it's very beautiful. Let's play music and dance. Dance a little longer. I love watching it.
When the Miao dance was finished, they went back to the side to rest.
The Buyi girls here began to show their ethnic characteristics to everyone again.
And the old ladies next to me knew that it was time to change the program, so they started from Lusheng to Suona.
The Buyi people are also a very unique ethnic group, and their dances are also very beautiful.
Although compared with the Miao people, they are not as gorgeous and eye-catching.
Zhang An found a high place to sit, feeling as if he had nothing to do today, just listening to music.
When these villagers in the village came to dance, no one organized or gave any rewards.
The old uncle just said it during the previous meeting, and they remembered it.
On this first day of junior high school, I saw that the weather was nice on the sunbathing field.
After dinner one by one in the morning, they changed their clothes and gathered on the drying ground.
They are very happy to show their dance to everyone, but unlike later generations, the village not only requires money before they can go, but they will not agree if they pay less.
Zhang An has no objection to giving money.
But what the heck are those in later generations? They are all old ladies in their forties or fifties.
Now it gave Zhang An a feeling, as if the Miao villagers and Buyi villagers in the village were dancing in a dance.
No one is willing to accept anyone else. After you finish dancing, I will dance.
Only Zhang An and his fellow Han people have no special characteristics.
I would just stand aside and watch, and then applaud others. It would be embarrassing to say anything about it.
This year, the people coming to the drying field are not only people from this village.
Some villagers from nearby villages also came here to watch the fun.
In the past, such gatherings were held only in towns.
But because the town is relatively far away, only a few people are willing to go.
But this year was different. A large gathering suddenly took place in Changqing Village.
Those men, women and children who stay at home are willing to come over and play.
Because it's relatively close, it only takes ten or twenty minutes to walk.
If you are willing to spend money, you can even ride in a horse-drawn carriage.
When the young ladies on the sunbathing floor finish dancing, they will definitely need to take a rest.
When they were resting, Zhang An helped carry a bucket of tea over.
"Anzi, look at whether you are satisfied with us girls or not. Why don't you choose one to marry and take home?"
A maid in a village saw Zhang An and came to help carry water.
Then he started joking towards Zhang An, and when the other aunties heard this, they also followed suit.
"Honey, come on, I'm not your daughter, so you're willing to open your mouth, but others wouldn't be able to."
Zhang An is no longer a fool, and he has long been casual about such jokes.
"Hey, Zhang An, our family is willing to give up. What do you think of my Xiaohui?"
Next to her, a woman about the same age as Zhang An's mother was twisting the hair of a young girl.
Hearing everyone making a joke about Zhang An, he came over to join in the fun.
They made their daughter bury her head in her arms and hug her.
"Oh, mistress, I am a stupid person. I can't sing folk songs, and I can't drink wine. How dare I have such an idea."
The old women in the mountains are not vegetarians when it comes to joking.
Although Zhang An was not afraid, the young girls next to him were all very shy.
Zhang An looked at them, they were still young after all.
Then I don't know who it was, taking advantage of this free time.
He roared loudly in the crowd and sang a folk song.
Good guy, this is a hornet's nest.
Those women and maids are not vegetarians, they are all masters with profound skills.
They heard someone starting to sing a folk song, and when that person finished singing, they immediately followed.
Singing folk songs is a skill shared by local men, women and children. Even Zhang An knows a few words, but not many.
So at the beginning, the people behind were not far behind and began to show off their singing voices one by one.
Not only people from Changqing’s village joined in, but people who came to play nearby also sang with their voices.
As I sang, it started to turn into a folk song.
The dancing stage just now was surrounded.
Zhang An saw that the situation was not good and quickly withdrew from the crowd.
Otherwise, someone will be singing along later, so it’s better not to show off Zhang An’s skills in front of everyone.
It was extremely difficult to get out of the crowd and go somewhere else.
Zhang An seemed to have spotted Huang Ming not far ahead.
I walked over and took a look, my dear, this man was actually setting up a stall to do business.
This is a shelf made of several wooden boards, with more than a dozen rows of ropes tied to it, and then the blown balloons are placed on it for others to shoot with guns.
"You guy, why would you even think of doing this?"
Zhang An walked up to Huang Ming, who was giving change to a doll.
"Brother Anzi, you're here. Didn't I see many people in town doing this? There are so many people here today, so I bought some balloons and a few toy guns to try."
Indeed, the cost of this business is the cost of a few toy guns and some balloons.
This guy is quite business-minded, and he has already thought of ways to make money just by looking at the crowd.
"Brother, do you want to have some fun?"
Huang Mian said as he handed Zhang An a gun.
"Forget it, I'm not interested in this."
Zhang An stood and looked at it for a while. Huang Ming's balloon stall was doing really well, and there were a lot of people around it.
What he got was five bullets for a dime, and the kids came up one by one to pay.
There are people from four to five years old to teenagers, and occasionally there are a few children who are particularly accurate.
But even so, after all this calculation, Huang Ming can definitely make money.
Most of the dolls come here to play with guns.
Nowadays, a gun sells for a lot of money, and the adults in their family are not willing to buy it for them.
So now you can play it for just one or two cents, and everyone is very happy.
It doesn't matter if he hits or not, the important thing is that he touched Huang Ming's toy submachine gun.
After shopping around, Zhang An wanted to go home.
When he walked to the entrance of the drying field, Zhang An saw Xiao Yanzi standing there, staring at the ham seller.
"swallow."
When Zhang An shouted, Xiao Yanzi ran over.
"Brother." The little girl shouted crisply.
"I want to eat ham, why don't you buy it?"
As soon as Zhang An saw Xiao Yanzi staring at the child buying ham sausage, he knew that this little girl must want to eat it too.
"My mother took all my New Year's money away."
The little girl said a little aggrievedly, Zhang An shook his head upon hearing this.
My third aunt is good at everything, but she is too tight on money.
Last night, Zhang An gave a lot of New Year's money, fifty yuan to each person.
Unexpectedly, they were all collected, and not a penny was left for a few young ones.
"Let's go, brother will buy it for you."
Zhang An took the little girl to the stall in front and bought her some ham sausages.
Eat one and play with two.
Fifty cents for a ham sausage is already considered a very expensive item in the village.
Many dolls are reluctant to buy them, so they are only willing to buy a dime of potato.
Even children who are willing to buy it are reluctant to eat it in big mouthfuls.
The children who had made Xiao Yanzi envious just now were now watching Xiao Yanzi take so much.
I found that there was only a small half of the ham left in my hand, and it suddenly no longer smelled good.
"Yanzi, do you want to make money to buy food by yourself?"
When the little girl heard what Zhang An said, she nodded vigorously.
"Let's go, brother will take you to make money."
Zhang An returned home with Xiao Yanzi, took out a bag and filled it with several kilograms of home-cooked spiced melon seeds.
After finding a small tea cup for worshiping gods and carrying a stool, the brother and sister came to the drying ground.
"Swallow, if someone comes to buy it, you can sell it to others for ten cents a cup. Do you hear me?"
Zhang An told Zhang Yan and filled a cup with a cup for her to see.
"I understand, brother."
Then Zhang An watched the little girl selling melon seeds on the stone nearby.
Soon people came to buy them, and at first they were people they knew from the village.
So the little girl is not afraid of food. If someone wants a few cents, she will give them a few cups.
Now she is in first grade and can master basic addition and subtraction.
Later, more people came to buy, some of whom were not from the village.
At first, some little babies came. The little girls didn’t know anyone, so they were still a little nervous.
But he still collected the money quickly and filled it with melon seeds for others.
Many adults nearby saw this little girl selling melon seeds and came over to buy some with a smile.
The little girl had never seen anything like this before, so she could only look back at Zhang An.
Zhang An wanted to cultivate her independence, so he asked her to sell melon seeds.
Seeing the little girl looking at him, he encouraged her and asked her to continue.
Maybe she thought Zhang An was behind her, so although the little girl was a little scared, she continued to sell melon seeds to others.
There were so many people here today, even the adults who were standing and playing, they all wanted to buy a handful of melon seeds and eat them to kill time.
Because she was the only one selling melon seeds in the drying field, the little girl's business was particularly good.
Moreover, what Zhang An sells is boiled spiced melon seeds. Many people bought them for the first time and then came back to buy them a second time after eating.
The little girl became more and more familiar with it, and in the end she was no longer afraid of people, and she even shouted, "We are selling spiced melon seeds."
Zhang An was particularly satisfied with her performance.
Soon, after more than two hours of selling, all the five kilograms of fragrant melon seeds brought by Zhang An were sold out.
The little girl followed Zhang An back home with her schoolbag on her back.
Excitedly, I poured out the money from my schoolbag and counted it. Most of them were in denominations of one and two cents.
There are also 50-cent ones and one-piece ones, but no more than that.
Come to think of it, there is no need for adults to embarrass children with five or ten yuan, it would be unreasonable.
Finally, the little girl counted the money clearly and found that there were more than ten yuan.
No wonder Zhang Xinmin’s family often sells melon seeds like this. It’s so profitable.
After Zhang An sorted out the money, he handed it to the little girl as a reward for her hard work today.
"Here, Yanzi, you got this money from selling melon seeds, so it's all yours."
The little girl was stunned when she heard Zhang An say that all the money belonged to her.
She knew that her brother An would give her money, but she didn't expect that he would always give it to her.
The main reason is that there is too much money here, and the little girl has never received such a thick stack of money.
Then the little girl waved her hand, took out a handful of money and handed it to Zhang An.
"Brother An, I'll give you this money."
"Oh? Why should you give it to me? I am an adult and I don't need to pay you."
"Yeah, my brother used to give me money. Now that I have money, I want to give it to him too."
The little girl's behavior made Zhang An amused, but it was also obvious that her sister had a very good personality.
Who wouldn't like such a cute sister? It's no wonder that Zhang An has always been so kind to her.
Since it was pocket money given by his lovely sister, Zhang An naturally accepted it.
After counting the money several times at home, the little girl still had a bright smile on her face.
Then he took one dollar and handed the others to Zhang An.
"Brother An, can you keep it safe for me?"
"Why should I give it to my brother for safekeeping? Just take it home." Zhang An didn't quite understand what the little girl was doing.
"But if I took it home, my mother would confiscate it all and not give me a dime."
Speaking of this, the little girl looked lonely.
Usually Zhang An would give them pocket money, but most of it was collected by Zhang An's third aunt.
So now that she has so much money, she really doesn't want to take it home and have her mother confiscate it.
So she thought of giving the money to Zhang An to keep for her.
This little girl is quite smart and knows how to transfer assets.
"Okay, just leave it here with my brother. When you need money to buy something, come and get it from me."
Zhang An solemnly assured Xiao Yanzi that this was the trust of a six or seven-year-old child after all, and Zhang An would definitely not let it down.