In the early morning, she received messages from Shanshan and Weiwei one after another. Yingzi also persistently sent her several videos, saying that he wanted to say Happy New Year to her through videos. Jiang Xiao, Jiang Zhan and others also sent messages to each other.
Happy New Year.
Young people only wait until after midnight to start the New Year's carnival, and then sleep until eight or nine o'clock before waking up.
It's just that the Xu family still retains the custom of celebrating the New Year in the past.
After breakfast, Xu Fuqiang packed up the incense, candles, paper money and went to the temple.
It has been a tradition of the Xu family for many years to worship the gods as soon as they wake up, and after breakfast and New Year greetings, they are also the first to go to the temple to worship the gods.
Wang Yanmei said that she would not go, but would stay at home to prevent anyone from coming to visit her early.
Xu Fuqiang took several children to the temple.
The temple is really far, and we have to walk all the way there. The stairs to the temple are specially built for the elderly. Each floor is very short, and Xu Zijun can climb up to four floors in one step.
It was not too early for the Xu family to arrive. There were many incense candles burning on both sides of the temple entrance.
Normally, if Mr. Gong was in the urging camp, but there were so few relatives talking about it, he would protect his children's face and say something against his will: "Nowadays, young people get married late, so it's not our fault."
Well, we can get married whenever we want. Having a baby early is not as bad as having a baby early, and having a baby late is not as bad as having a baby late."
The old man took out a bag of oranges from outside the house.
Then Xu Zijun was reprimanded by Mr. Wang who had just left the house, "You are in the first year of junior high school. What nonsense is that kid talking about? He is even more senior than his grandfather."
The boy opened his hand to be hugged.
Eight oranges can also be roasted on the two stoves.
I don’t know if the gods in every place have their own stories. Mr. Magong is the god that everyone believes in here.
After devoutly burning incense and worshiping God, Xu Qingzhi went to ring the bell.
Li Juyuan saw that the oranges were quite small and had light yellow skin, so she said, "Just put two of them. You and Feng Yan can eat one."
Then my uncle's family also came to pay New Year greetings. They set off firecrackers and poured tea. There were fewer people outside the house.
Today’s lunch is not at Grandpa’s house.
Her grandpa taught her that when worshiping the master, if there is anything you want to ask for, just say it silently in your heart.
Da Zhong is naughty, always deliberately playing tricks and throwing bad things. He begged Mr. Magong to let him eat without snacks, and deliberately threw the Holy Grail. Then he told my dad that Mr. Magong refused and you can't eat snacks.
The old man said here: "Because there are fewer people this year, you specially prepared one less stove."
Grandpa took the tongs and pressed the smoking charcoal out of the ashes, and it started to smoke.
The person next to him concluded: "Yanmei has given birth to such a good baby, so tell Chongzhi to give birth as soon as possible."
Li Juyuan said a few words to her aunt, took out a few red envelopes from her pocket and handed them over.
As soon as they exited the door, the juniors said auspicious words, and the grandpa handed over a red envelope.
Grandpa went to set off firecrackers, and Li Juyuan helped pour cold tea for people to sit on.
Although you have always been indifferent to family affection, it is reasonable to feel disgusted when you meet such a sensible baby.
The temple is the Magong Temple. The whole village raised funds to build it. The main enshrinement is Master Magong, who means God.
The tender childish voice kept shouting: "Thank you, aunt."
My eldest uncle Zhou Liang immediately said: "Oh, we also roasted oranges. Those roasted oranges are not delicious."
Only Wang Yanmei was concentrating on roasting the oranges, pulling out the oranges that had been buried one after another, and holding them next to them with tongs.
As soon as the one- and four-year-old children exited the door, they opened their mouths to call for someone, and then shouted: "Congratulations on getting rich, bring me the red envelope."
From time to time, I bump into neighbors I know well and visit to pay New Year greetings.
So instead of several people surrounding one stove, it became two groups of people surrounding two stoves in a circle.
"Later, no one sent me oranges. They said they were a new variety I made and roasted them under the fire. They were so bad that they ate them?"
Then, an older nephew shyly squeezed into your mother's arms and asked loudly: "Mom, who is this uncle?"
The man smiled and said, "He should be called uncle."
If you want to know whether Mr. Magong is the same, he will hold the cup, which is two half-crescent pieces of wood, put it together in the palm of your hand and throw it to the ground. If the Holy Grail is thrown out, it means rejection. Isn't the Yang Cup sure to be picked up before asking?
Question: Isn’t it good to have a vaginal cup?
The father-in-law was very happy and stuffed the red envelope into the child's hand.
Li Juyuan took two oranges, placed one outside a pile of charcoal fire, then pulled it with tongs and buried it.
The little aunt smiled and scolded: "Oh, who taught these children to shout like that?"
In the side hall stands a statue of the god with an axe, no more than eight meters high, and round eyes glaring with anger.
Although it is an old house, it was cleaned by grandpa, and even the windows were wiped dark.
"You should be able to have a wedding banquet this year, right?"
My aunt’s family, including my in-laws’ family, only consists of ten people. My uncle’s two children are also married and have lost their children long ago.
No one echoed: "That's right."
The old man guarding the temple said a happy New Year and went up the mountain. According to the route, he went to the aunt's house to pay New Year greetings first, then to the seventh uncle's house, then to the uncle's house, and finally to the grandpa's house.
Wang Yanmei said: "Eat."
The eldest nephew looked at you and shyly buried his face in your mother's arms, saying it in a bad way.
"Yes, when will Chongzhi and Dahuo hold a wedding reception? Although you are working here, but you will come back to hold the wedding reception."
Zhou Le smiled and said: "Grandpa, I'm afraid two stoves are enough, there are so few people."
The villain is afraid of burning his hands, so the peel of the roasted orange is usually soft and soft, and it comes out in one piece as soon as it is peeled.
I really hate eating roasted oranges. I simply hate roasting oranges outside the fire. To put it bluntly, it’s fun to play with fire.
When I was young, my aunt's family came to pay New Year's greetings.
Xu Zijun squatted next to you, teasing you with a red envelope, calling Huo Fengyan: "Old Master."
When Xu Qingzhi was a child, he often heard stories about Master Ma Gong. In addition to the rumors that he was omnipotent, he could also help people realize their wishes.
What Dazhongzhi Congda was most afraid of was not us. Every time he bowed in a hurry, he was afraid to even look up.
Xu Zijun reached out and touched your big head.
The oranges need to be roasted for a longer time, so that the orange flesh is warm and icy.
"Da Huo is so handsome and fair. The baby he will give birth to will also be fair."
An old-fashioned charcoal stove was used to bake the feet. The charcoal was bought later and was made from camellia seed shells.
He's hundreds of years old, so he should be called uncle, old man.
At that time, grandpa always held your hand and said a few words to the side: "The big children are playing around, don't blame Mr. Ma Gong, Mr. Ma Gong will bless you."
Mr. Wang teased the eldest child: "Come on, Tiantian, let grandma give him a red envelope and let her hug her."
Occasionally, I encounter a completely burned one, and the smoke comes out loudly.
The implication is that the population is declining, which makes the old man quite unhappy.
Grandpa is young, so even though he ate there, your mother was still the chef. Xu Qingzhi left us to warm ourselves by the fire while he went back to pick vegetables, and drove to pick up the vegetables from outside the house and your mother.