Thirty-six firecrackers in the sound of one year old
Wei Changpan's father probably hadn't had a drink for a few years. After half a bowl of village fermented soil was burned, his tongue became enlarged and his face turned red. He was confused by those two sentences. It was nothing more than a stone. Don't get a little advantage and just follow others.
Be good, we are doing our duty to make money with our own efforts. If others have any unpleasant words, just ignore them. There are also fellow villagers. If our family becomes prosperous in the future, don’t forget to help anyone who has a small disaster or illness.
Talk... in a vague way.
The turbid wine in the pot was bottomed out. Wei Changpan took the hangover soup prepared by his mother from the stove. His father, who was staggering when he walked while leaning on the wall, half-fed and half-poured a small spoonful into his mouth, and then drank it for half his life.
The peasant man who was having the most comfortable New Year's Eve dinner went to the bed, covered himself with the mattress and tucked in the quilt. However, after a while, thunderous snoring gradually started, and he felt relieved.
It seems that only mother and son can stay awake tonight.
From time to time, a satisfying and loud wine burp came from the bed. The wine mixed with the smell of rotten food made me dizzy. The young man pinched his nose and smiled bitterly. He told his mother, who was arranging the dishes and chopsticks, that he wanted to go out for some fresh air.
Then I put on the thick cotton-padded jacket made by Grandma Chen and opened the door.
The cold wind outside is not biting, the moon and stars are sparse, there is also the sound of firecrackers, and every family is having a feast.
The redness in his cheeks faded away from the coldness. Wei Changpan couldn't help but let out a loud roar, and the sound disappeared immediately.
A year ago, his longing for the future was nothing more than to have a hard meal and occasionally meat and vegetables. When he got older and earned some money, he would go and treat his mother's illness well, and then
Go and help your father plant a few acres of land, and your life will naturally not be so tight. As for the shameful matter of marrying a wife and giving birth to a fat boy, that's still early.
Today's situation is completely different from the past. The dozen or so taels of silver and copper plates hidden in the rice vat are more confident than the days when we couldn't afford even light lamps and vegetable oil.
Wei Changpan rubbed his hands and stamped his feet as he walked towards the brothel. A martial artist on the first floor was far from being immune to the cold and heat. His five senses were actually sharper than those of ordinary people, but his endurance was much higher.
On New Year's Eve in Qingshan Town, in addition to the custom of setting off firecrackers during the New Year's dinner, it is also indispensable to make lanterns with bamboo strips covered with red paper for the children at home, hang them on a slender bamboo pole, and light a stick of wax inside. If you are poorer, put them on
A piece of cloth soaked in oil can still be ignited, but it is far less durable than burning wax. Some people can run faster with a lantern, and the flames will jump up and burn the entire lantern. There are always such a few cases every year.
You're such an unlucky guy, what else can you do besides going back to your parents and stalking them to make another one?
If you're feeling better, I'll give you some kind words of comfort and then make a new one. If you're feeling bad, I'll settle the score later in the year and eat fried pork with bamboo shoots.
The lantern in Wei Changpan's hand was made by himself three or four years ago. He spent more than half of the few coins he saved throughout the year on it. In addition to buying red paper, he also learned to make candles by himself. Although the hand was crooked and dark, it was still dark.
But it is much easier to use than strips of oil-soaked cloth, and the bamboo strip lanterns are so small and exquisite that they are so cute that many children in the town are envious.
This is the only glorious day he has once a year. Only on this day will he be surrounded by a group of playmates who want him to help him make lanterns. However, the lanterns become rotten within a few days after he gets them. What if there is something wrong?
With the arrival of new gadgets, Wei Changpan was gradually alienated. Officers and soldiers had to rely on the game of being tall and powerful to catch thieves. He was weak and did not have enough to eat. As a thief, he could not outrun the officers and soldiers, and as an officer and soldiers, he could not catch up with the robbers.
, it’s okay to say it once or twice, it’s the same every time, how can anyone be happy to play with you? There is only Wu Tongqian, who is probably a natural close relationship with children from poor families. He often relies on his prestige among the children to force Wei Changpan.
The most relaxed role was assigned to lead the officers and soldiers. With him as a vanguard general, he was able to catch the fleeing bandits one by one with three strokes.
Looking at these peers who were captured by Wu Tongqian by the neck, Wei Changpan couldn't laugh or cry. The "bandits" who were captured were struggling in every possible way, but they could not escape from the palm of Wu Tongqian, whose strength far exceeded those of his peers since childhood.
There were still purple marks left on his body. This happened frequently, and no matter how much Wu Tongqian persuaded Wei Changpan, he would never join in this kind of fun again.
In addition, Wei Changpan was most favored during those days at the Old Scholar School. If the old scholar, who was extremely rigorous in his studies, could not answer the questions asked by the sages and sages, he would inevitably have his palms slapped. Several people covered him every day.
Some of them went home with red and swollen hands, and some couldn't even hold chopsticks when they came home. Even if their parents came to the door, it didn't work. They'll beat him next time. Except for Wu Tongqian who could completely ignore it because of his rough skin and thick flesh, Wei Changpan was the only one.
From the first day I entered the school to the last day I left the school, I had never been touched by a ruler, and it was not as if those classmates were merciful just because they were somewhat related.
Nothing but the words in the book are familiar to my heart and ears.
When Wei Changpan met people of the same age on the road, he would naturally have some fun besides saying hello. However, after walking most of the way, he was still relieved to see Wu Tongqian. This person of the same age who was only a few years older than him had long been a serious person.
He is a farmer now. He is a little sad. After working hard for a year, he thinks he is still having New Year's Eve dinner with his family? Maybe he has learned to drink and won't go there anymore.
Doing these kid stuff.
It took more than half an hour to get to the brothel after so many stops and starts. Compared with the simple spring couplets at Wei Changpan's home, the brothel is undoubtedly much more decorated. The two door gods, one on the left and one on the right, look majestic.
The paper-cut window grilles are mostly written by Xiao Zhuer, the red lanterns are hung high, and the characters "福" with silkworm heads and tail knots are pasted lightly upside down, all written by Cen Linwan.
"You're here just in time." Xiao Mei'er, with bulging cheeks, opened the door and finally swallowed the food in her mouth. She was overjoyed and said, "Why don't you come and help make firecrackers? You, Xiao Pan, have always done these physical tasks. As soon as you go home to celebrate the New Year.
, there are no people who can chop bamboo, Xiao Lan'er, Xiao Ju'er and I have worked hard to carry these back."
Wei Changpan, who couldn't bear to look at the pile of bamboos that were nearly half his height, really wanted to tell this expectant little girl that making firecrackers would not use so many bamboos.
After a lot of effort, Wei Changpan finally chopped the bamboo and opened the hole. Wei Changpan stuffed an appropriate amount of saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur into the hole, and then left a lead on the hole. After doing this for dozens of times, the four boys standing by stood by.
The girl couldn't hold it any longer and took Wei Changpan to set off firecrackers.
The four beauties were also outside the brothel, watching the liveliness of the four little girls, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, with smiles on their faces.
Xiao Lan'er, who boldly lit the firecrackers with her fire crackers, saw the sparks rising and ran back in a hurry.
Then a firecracker went off, and by the time the next firecracker went off, it was already the coming year.