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1156. The gun battle is loud (2)

Ao Xiaojun said with a pout, "Where are there any extra firecrackers at home?"

"I'll buy it for you."

“Where to buy it at this time?”

"I won't buy it at this time. After the New Year, the firecrackers will be expensive before the New Year, and it will be cheaper after the New Year. Then the store will be dealing with it at a discount. I'll buy you 10,000 yuan, okay?"

The two of them were fighting each other, and the others squatted beside them to watch the fun.

Ao Daguo smacked his lips and said, "Dakang's son is such a living treasure."

Ao Mudong said: "It's a good thing that Brother Kang has a good temper. This is a dead treasure in his hand."

Ao Daguo shook his head and said, "Dongzi, you don't have children yet, especially your son. When you have a son, you will know your baby."

Ao Mudong said: "I want to treasure him, but I have to save my life first. Just such a child? Damn, I can make me live longer than I have."

"This is not true. Life lies in exercise. Didn't you watch Brother Kang chase Xiaojun and exercise all day long?" Ao Wenchang laughed, and he added, "I like Xiaojun anyway."

As he said that, he punched Ao Xiaojun: "Jun'er, you're not arrogant and indifferent to a young man."

Ao Xiaojun's existence made the couple understand that having children is not a good thing, which greatly soothes their hearts.

After a while, Ao Muyang's cell phone rang. After he connected, a voice came from the microphone: "It's getting high!"

The time of high tide was coming. Ao Muyang waved his hand and the men from the fishermen held up bamboo poles to set off firecrackers. This year he prepared an iron gasoline salute. After igniting, it made a loud bang, which was really like a firecracker.

According to the rules, it is best to make a salute six sound, and it is best to make a sound six six and thirty-six sounds, which means that six six and six are the best.

In the past, the rich villages ordered thirty-six strings of firecrackers, and those who had no money ordered six strings of firecrackers. Longtou Village changed its salute today, and those who used gasoline could not cost a few dollars, so it would definitely sound thirty-six times.

But several salutes were used together, and the frequency could not be consistent, so the sound of the cannons was staggered. When they clicked more than a dozen cannons, everyone was stunned: How many times did they sound?

A group of fishermen watched from side to side, looking at me, and I looked at you, and they all saw doubts in each other's eyes.

"What's wrong? Keep firing fire." Ao Muyang asked.

Ao Mudong said in embarrassment: "Longtou, how many guns have been fired?"

Ao Muyang was even more embarrassed: "You ask me about this? Don't you know about it yourself?"

Several people shook their heads in a daze, but they had no shame to answer.

This matter is very embarrassing. Many people gathered around to watch the fun. There were villagers and tourists, and there were people from outside who came to open their eyes when they heard the news.

Ao Muyang took a breath, these fools!

He gritted his teeth and was about to say he could guess the number casually, and he would come to live. At this time, Liang Fulai, a craftsman in the village, took his grandson Liang Xiaohu and watched the fun. When he heard their words, Liang Xiaohu, who had no expression on his face, said: "Nineteen, eighteen, twenty-two, twenty-one, nineteen, nineteen..."

Hearing his words, Liang Fulai smiled and said, "Leader, the first cannon fired nineteen times, the second cannon fired eighteen times... My grandson remembers it."

After hearing this, Ao Muyang nodded quickly and told Ao Mudong and others the numbers.

Several people had doubts: "Longtou, aren't you blindly fooling around?"

Ao Muyang said: "Continue to fire according to this number, why are you asking so many questions?"

No matter whether he was fooled or not, he had to be calm at this time. As long as he kept calm, the others would be at a loss.

The cannon sounded again. In fact, Ao Muyang thought this number was quite reliable, so he asked the old man: "Xiaohu still pays attention to these numbers?"

Liang Fulai said: "Yes, he often remembers the numbers around him, such as how many knives I used to carve a character, how many people walked past the stall in front of the stall, how many people I carved, and how many people I asked about how many people the shell carvings cost, he liked to count these useless things."

Ao Muyang looked at Liang Xiaohu in surprise and said, "This is actually very useful."

After the salute, there were firecrackers, and thirty-six strings of firecrackers were lit together. The crackling sound was deafening and endless. The smell of gunpowder covered half of the mountainside. The burning gunpowder gas was gray, making the Dalong Mountain a bit lingering atmosphere.

When firecrackers were set off, he lit candles. Ao Zhisheng burned incense to the Bodhisattva and his ancestors, and invited the Bodhisattva and his ancestors to enter the ancestral hall respectively. He murmured in his mouth, and he sang old wine three times in a row.

After he finished doing this, even if he had invited the Bodhisattva, the Dragon Prince and the ancestors, the ancestor worship activities came to an end according to the rules passed down by his ancestors. Then, according to the generational tribes, the people in the tribes just kowtow to burn incense.

Because the side palace has been in disrepair for a long time, we will not let everyone worship our ancestors this year. Otherwise, if there are too many people walking around inside, I am afraid that the resonance caused by bare foot can shake the house down.

Ao Zhisheng took the cushion and placed it in front of the altar. If there were people from the village behind him who wanted to kowtow to ancestors, Bodhisattvas and Dragon Princess, they could do it themselves. He hung gasoline lamps on both sides of the door, and the matter was over.

From welcoming the Bodhisattva to sending the ancestors, the gasoline lamp cannot be turned off during this period, and this is used to lighting the ancestors.

The two gasoline lamps hanging on the door have been old. They are very old-fashioned lamps. The whole thing is like a pagoda, with a top cover on the top and an oil storage tank on the bottom. The material is beautiful white aluminum, but now it has turned black because it has been used for a long time.

Ao Muyang looked at the light and remembered the Three Ponds of Moon in West Lake. When he was in elementary school, he introduced the Three Ponds of Moon in Chinese textbooks. At that time, Ao Zhisheng took the light to demonstrate to them.

He told Ao Zhisheng about this past, and the old man suddenly laughed: "Yes, it's true. Before this class is taught every year, I will borrow a gasoline lamp to wipe it for you."

The gasoline lamp was very bright and the flame was white. In the past, when there were no incandescent lamps, it was enviable for anyone to have a gasoline lamp. Until Ao Muyang went to elementary school, every night in the autumn harvest season, people in the village would hang such gasoline lamps in the drying yard.

Ao Mukang warned his son not to touch the gasoline lamp. This thing is not a joke. In order to create air pressure, the wick flames rose up. Before they ignited, they used to vent the gasoline into the glass can. If it was accidentally broken, the gasoline inside would be fryed out.

Ao Xiaojun patted his chest and said, "Dad, don't worry, I have a clear idea. This is an atomic bomb, so you must not touch it."

"Not only you can't touch it, but others can't touch it either. Look for me. If you have anything to do with these two lamps, I'll look for you." Ao Mukang said to his son seriously.

Ao Xiaojun was stunned: "Why?"

"I am your father!"

"But you said just now in front of your ancestors that you want to call me dad!"

"Before the New Year, you have four good days to go to the first day of the year. You can wait for the second day to see how I beat you!" Ao Mukang was ruthless and oiled his cowhide belt after he went back, "This is a good belt, and you can't break it because of you."
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