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One hundred and five days after the winter solstice, it is called the Cold Food Festival, also called the Cold Smoke Festival.[]
Human life is inseparable from fire, but fire often causes great harm. The ancients believed in the existence of the God of Fire. So on the day of Hanshi, they would extinguish all the fires in the house and give Grandpa the God of Fire a holiday.
A new fire was rekindled the next day, called Gaihuo, and a series of sacrificial activities were held.
This is obviously an oriental ceremony, and the monks should not have anything to do with it. But this religion, which is almost finished in its homeland, can spread its branches in the Central Plains and become the largest religion in the world. Naturally, it is well versed in the contingency of adapting to the local customs.
Tao. So starting from this morning, the monks in the temple carried a huge butter lamp basin and walked through the streets and alleys, delivering new lights from house to house.
Of course, while respectfully accepting the new fire, the residents will also give a generous package of personnel gifts, which is not only a thank you to the monks for sending the new fire, but also a reward for their timely weather forecasts regardless of rain or shine.
Monks are naturally very dignified, and they will not say anything to their face if the benefactor gives more or less. However, if the personnel they receive do not meet expectations, when they arrive nearby the next day, they will inevitably have a scratchy throat and become confused.
People can't understand it. When you move to the next area, nature returns to normal, waking up the neighbors with loud Buddhist sounds.
The amazing thing is that the novice monks, who should be devoted to the Buddha and not care about the world of mortals, are well aware of the distribution of the rich and poor in the county, especially which family will give a thick red envelope.
Boundless and aware of every detail!
From Qianqian Street to Wenxing Street, I saw the first family on Wenxing Street, with tall white walls and black tiles, a dark door, and book boxes carved on the stone gates on the left and right... The door of a family can best show its owner.
The cultural taste and living habits. Officials should build several steps at the door to show their superiority; businessmen should set up a high threshold at the door to prevent fat and water from flowing out; and those who carve book boxes on the stone gate pier at the door,
It means that this is a scholarly family.
But there is no doorstep in this household, which means that there is no official in the family.
Normally, novice monks would frown when they see such a family, and you would push me away and not come forward... The scholars are poor and stingy, and they also make sour remarks, which make the monks' balls ache.
However, looking at the excitement on the faces of the monks, we knew that this family was an exception.
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In front of the front door of this house, a fat woman in her forties wearing a blue skirt was inserting a jujube cake in the shape of a flying swallow on a wicker stick onto the lintel of the door.
A seven or eight-year-old boy with a pink face and a pair of "horns" on his head was looking up at the woman's movements with a pair of big and lively eyes. He saw embroidered tattoos on the inside of his body.
White silk gown, the outer layer is a sleeveless blue silk waistcoat with a long back train. The lower body is blue silk trousers, tucked into satin soft-soled cloth shoes, like a good-luck boy walking down from Guanyin,
He and the woman seemed to be masters and servants.
"Mom, what's the name of this object?" the little boy said in a clear voice.
"Rokuro, this is called 'one-legged swallow'."
"One-legged swallow, what does that mean?" the little boy asked with his eyes wide open.
"I leave a whole family of scholars alone, but it's hard for an illiterate old woman like me." The woman laughed kindly: "But I really know that it is said that there was a minister named 'This Leg' who once served under the emperor.
When he was in trouble, he had his legs cut off to satisfy his hunger. As a result, after the emperor ascended to the throne, he appointed all the meritorious officials, but forgot about this leg. In anger, he hid the leg in the mountains with his mother on his back. Later, the emperor
Thinking of this leg, I set fire to the mountain in an attempt to force him out, but unexpectedly, I burned the leg and his wife to death." He sighed and said, "Oh, it's so miserable. The emperor felt uneasy.
Every year on the auspicious day of this leg, I will be a little swallow and stick it in the door..."
"What are you doing on the door?" the little boy asked.
"Perhaps it's to ward off evil spirits." The woman said with a serious face: "Think about it, not only did you not reward me, but you also burned the couple to ashes. How much hatred does this leg have? How can I not take advantage of the day when I am still alive?
, come back to find him?"
"Auntie Zhang, don't mislead little Tan Yue with your nonsense." The novices finally couldn't stand listening anymore and corrected them: "What is this leg, that leg, they call..."
"Call Jie Zitui!" The kid stared at them angrily and said, "You still need to teach me the story of 'Zitui doesn't talk about wealth'!"
"You, you little Tan Yue..." The novices were depressed: "Since you know, you still listen to it with gusto."
"I just love to hear my mother-in-law telling stories, what do you think?" The child curled his lips and said, "You're here to ask for money, right? You are really lucky, my second brother is not at home."
"Alas..." The novice monks were immediately downcast. Thinking about it, they are really talkative. How can Chen Sanlang's younger brother be so ignorant? If the young master pretends to be cute, it will not affect the thickness of the red envelope.
The novices entered the gate, turned around a green screen wall, and saw two tall teenagers concentrating on an archery competition in the spacious front yard paved with square floor tiles.
They stood at the east corner of the courtyard, and the target was at the foot of the west wall thirty paces away. They saw the two men drawing their bows to their full lengths, and their arrows were all fired. Ten arrows in succession hit the red bullseye.
The taller black boy put down his bow and shook his head, saying in a dissatisfied voice: "It's too close, it's not enough."
"This is for you to concentrate and nourish your spirit," another young man with a wheat complexion and a vigorous look scolded with a smile: "I'm not asking you to practice archery."
"Third brother, how about we go hunting outside the city another day?" The black boy scratched his head and said, "I haven't been out for a while, and my hands are itchy."
"Hehe, each other." The young man lowered his voice and laughed: "But don't let the second brother know, we will sneak out someday..." After saying that, he hung the bow and arrow on his waist, clasped his fists at the monks and said with a smile
: "I have been waiting for you, great monks."
"Amitabha..." The leading Tutu put his hands together, took the oil lamp handed over by the big black man, then opened the windshield of the lamp basin and lit it with the wick inside.
Toutuo carefully handed the oil lamp back to the big black man, and the big black man also put a letter of silver in his hand. In the Song Dynasty, Shuzhong was definitely a stepmother, and the court prohibited silver and copper as currency from flowing into Shuzhong, which caused
There was an acute shortage of silver and copper in the Sichuan Basin, so they could only replace it with iron coins. However, the price of iron coins was low and heavy, and they were not suitable for large-scale transactions, so they were forced to leave Jiaozi.
However, in Shu, the most popular hard currency is real gold and silver! Its rarity makes it even more precious!
Toutuo weighed it imperceptibly and found that the other party had sealed five taels of silver. He couldn't help but put on a smile on his face: "Amitabha, Chen Tanyue is willing to do good things. My Buddha will keep your house safe all year round and not cause trouble..."
"Thank you very much." The young man cupped his hands and said with a lazy smile: "I only hope that you can buy more pear paste and eat it, so that you don't have a hoarse voice from time to time..."
Toutuo's face turned red when he was told this, and he clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, this poor monk understands."
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After the monks left, Aunt Zhang pulled Liu Lang in and sighed: "San Lang, I'm not too talkative. No matter how much money you have, you can't squander it like this. You must know that people are not good for a thousand days, and flowers are not red for a hundred days.
How many years have your Chen family been rich?"
"Aunt Zhang..." That energetic young man is Chen Ke and Chen Sanlang. It is now the eighth year of Qingli in the Song Dynasty. It has been three years since he came to this world. He has grown into a tall and handsome young man. If it were not for the county seat
He is the only one with the surname Chen, and I'm afraid he can't be associated with the frail child back then.
Not only has his image changed drastically, but his behavior and speech have also become much more calm and dignified than before. When people look at it, they have to ask, who is this good boy?
I heard Chen Ke laugh loudly and say: "It's not easy for these monks. They work hard every day for three hundred and sixty days, rain or shine. If our family doesn't reward them more, I'm afraid they will slack off in the future."
"Hey, I am the emperor and don't worry about eunuchs," Aunt Zhang said with a smile: "Anyway, you, the little god of wealth, can make a lot of money just by sitting at home, so what are you doing if you don't spend it?"
The aunt in this picture is a female envoy of the Chen family. She is from this county. She only signed a five-year employment contract a year ago. Because she received the order from Chen Xiliang to 'discipline a few boys at will', she couldn't help but say something.
Speaking of which, in the past three years, the Chen family has been turned upside down. At the end of the sixth year of Qingli, they moved out of the original small courtyard and lived in this newly renovated house... This large courtyard with three entrances is the Chen family's
Bought it from a businessman, renovated it inside and out, and purchased fine furniture and appliances for a total of two hundred thousand dollars.
In fact, according to Chen Xiliang, he naturally does not want to be so extravagant, but Chen Ke disagrees... In his last life, he spent one million to buy an 80-square-meter apartment, which was a second-hand rough house! Now he only uses 20 yuan.
If you have 10,000 yuan, you can buy a large, well-decorated courtyard house with complete furniture. Only a fool would make do with it.
In line with the principle of whoever makes money has the right to speak, Chen Xiliang did not object anymore. Moreover, deep down in his heart, he did not let outsiders see that the Chen family was no longer what it used to be... Even a gentleman cannot forget it.
The shame of breaking up the family! The shame of breaking off the engagement!
After moving to his new home and seeing that his children had grown up, Chen Xiliang completely let go of his worries and prepared to go all out for the next imperial examination, which would be this year. Because he had to go out to study again, he was afraid that he would not be able to take care of his children. Although he did not worry that they would suffer.
Bullying, but there must be someone to wash, rinse, and clean the house, right? So I hired this Aunt Zhang, who is in her forties.