Thirty-five Wei family new peach exchange old talisman
As the year draws to a close, Qingshan Town has a peaceful atmosphere. Well-to-do people have already bought new clothes for their children, including chickens, ducks, fish, and meat. Naturally, they also need food for their children. Rice strips, cloud slices, cakes, persimmons, and candied haws are all bought in the county.
For New Year's Eve, those from poorer families, or whose parents are stingy, can only eat the hard dried sweet potatoes grown in their own fields, and some melon seeds and peanuts.
Dayao was one of the few southern territories that could harvest twice a year, including the area where Qingshan Town is located. It has always had the reputation of "thousands of wells, thousands of villages and rich people, dominating the fifteen states", and there were very few excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes.
The government's food supply is less than 10% more than that in the cold and miserable land of Saibei, and the people's lives are much easier. At least most people don't have to worry about how to fill their bellies.
However, there are always a few families who don't smell smoke from cooking on New Year's Eve, and don't see meat on their New Year's Eve dinner.
Wei Changpan's father and mother were originally in this group, and they were only slightly better off than being hungry. Our ancestors could not save a few acres of thin farmland, so they could only work as tenant farmers. No matter how hard the man in the family worked, he could only be a slave.
The output is far compared to those fertile fields. The rice harvested twice a year is difficult to eat even if it is rented. It can only be eaten every now and then with two meals of rice porridge every day. For Wei Changpan,
Generally speaking, if there is a meal where the porridge is so thick that it cannot be poured over with chopsticks, it is a good thing worth being happy about for the whole day.
Since the addition of that little brothel in the town, the old Wei family of Qingshan Town, who was extremely poor, seems to have changed. His son first worked as a servant for those women who just looked at it and felt more comfortable than eating a meal of wine and meat.
, and then became an apprentice to Qian Erye, a Jianghu man from Qingshan Town. I heard from several people who went to the county to buy new year's goods that they had done something extraordinary in Qishan County. It was said that they helped
Then he killed a heinous demon. The demon was said to be one foot tall, with three heads and six arms and a green face and fangs. He could eat a living person in one mouthful and eat hundreds of soldiers! Good guy, he has been such an incredible demon for so long.
The two masters and apprentices, who were unassuming in appearance and incompetent in words, were beaten to death with just their fists and kicks? If they hadn't been careless and injured in the end, such a feat would have fallen on us, the people of Qingshan Town.
These exaggerated words were inevitably felt in the ears of Mr. Qian and Wei Changpan. The people in the town, most of whom had never seen much of the world, were shocked when they heard these exaggerated words. They looked at Wei Changpan, a poor boy who suddenly became rich, with admiration.
The originally sour gossip among the idle men disappeared. Even the wealthy landlords in the town, Wei Changpan’s parents, were working as tenants.
They all came to me and offered half of this year's rent.
Wei Changpan's father was an honest and dull farmer. He never dreamed that the old saying that everything should be done when one reaches middle age would actually change for him. The doorstep of the old Wei family, which was originally empty, was almost trampled to pieces.
More and more farmers came to chat with him morning and night. Everyone gave his son a thumbs up, which made this poor man who had been nodding and humiliating for half his life straighten up.
This farmer knew very well that he didn't keep a penny of the money his son got back every month, or that he and the child's mother were really sorry and stuffed the whole thing back and forth with less than one tael of silver. This time after returning from the county town, he unexpectedly had another penny.
He took out a lot of broken silver and copper plates from his arms, totaling more than three taels of money! Only after Wei Changpan repeatedly explained that he was definitely not doing any shady deeds, did he accept the letter doubtfully, and with mixed feelings in his heart, he thrashed around in the fields.
In half my life, my son has not earned as much money in the past six months, so I can’t help but feel sad and relieved.
After all, he is a descendant of our old Wei family.
With money in his pocket, Wei Changpan's father gritted his teeth and simply celebrated the Chinese New Year with a glass of wine, bought a fish, and went to the town butcher shop to cut two kilograms of meat. When the butcher saw that it was Wei Changpan's father, he did it without saying a word.
He cuts the fattest strips of meat. He doesn't care about eating too much and not getting tired of fine meat and fine meat. In his eyes, anything with enough oil and water is the best.
On New Year's Eve, Wei Changpan went to the brothel early in the morning to take care of all the trivial matters. He also received the festival reward wrapped in red paper. The young man, whose body and bones were as good as ever, happily skipped along the town's avenue.
On the way home, I got a lot of surprised looks, mostly because I didn't expect that Wei Changpan, who had become so famous, was still a teenager at heart.
As soon as he arrived near the hut, he smelled a very unusual smell.
"Dad, Mom, my son is back. What delicious food did you cook at home?" Wei Changpan, who had just stepped into the house, greeted him loudly.
Wei Changpan's mother, who was busy under the stove, stuck her head out and said with a smile: "Is Shitou back? Go and help mother to watch the stew while she cooks the fish."
The young man responded and went to watch the stew carefully. Smelling the aroma of pork coming from the pot, Wei Changpan leaned against the stove fire and felt warm all over. Looking around, he saw that this narrow room had been cleaned by his mother.
It's clean and fresh, and everything is in familiar places.
This kind of place called home cannot be replaced by pavilions, pavilions and pavilions with carved red linings, engraved gates and pigeonholes. There are many kinds of things in it day and night, which are not enough for outsiders to understand.
Although his mother was frail and sick, she could only do some housework and not work in the fields, but if this woman who had been suffering from illness all year round was not a good housekeeper, she would have to try to see if she could break a penny into two pieces again.
Four petals, this family will no longer be able to survive long ago.
Wei Changpan's father came back from the town and asked someone to write a couplet, which cost him dozens of copper coins. The content was mediocre and the writing was weak. It probably meant that the coming year would be smooth sailing and the family would be safe and blessed. Wei Changpan, who was illiterate,
Dad took it back with both hands seriously.
The rough face of this farm man looked at his son and said with some heartache: "Shitou, it's you who will write this couplet next year."
Smiling in agreement, Wei Changpan wiped his hands and accepted the couplets seriously. This farm man had been exposed to wind and rain all year round, and his arms and legs were a little sick from overwork. It was difficult to raise his hands, so Wei Changpan left the matter of pasting the Spring Festival couplets to Wei Changpan.
Already.
The young man mixed the paste, wetted it with water and carefully peeled off the couplets written by the old scholar before him, folded them and put them away, applied the paste and pasted the new couplets on them.
The new peach of the Wei family replaces the old talisman.
I don't know who's kid was finishing the New Year's Eve dinner in a hurry, and Wei Changpan's family had just served the table when they heard a firecracker sound, followed by two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or nine, which passed into the sky and were no longer heard.
The family sat around the table, and Wei Changpan's father took the first piece of fish with chopsticks.