Chapter 14: Happy New Year’s Eve for ancestor worship (Fourth update, monthly tickets for recommendations)

Author: Farmers' pot

Chapter 14: Happy New Year’s Eve for ancestor worship (Fourth update, monthly tickets for recommendations)

Feng Gui, the head of Xihe Village, felt bitter! He planned to follow the study and immediately plough rice after harvesting next year, plant rapeseed and ramie.

You have to tell me about borrowing big animals in advance, otherwise you will have no animal to call you if you book a book in another village.

Why do you have to pay? It would have been great if my village didn’t collect the food for renting cattle.

He took a big sip of wine in a depressing manner: "It's good to rent it...it's fine, you have to leave it for me."

He considered that he would have food after harvesting the rice next year, so he gave it to him.

The head of the village nodded: "It's easy to talk about renting a cow, uh... Feng Laosi! You Xihe Village is next to the river, can the water truck be transferred up and down? Get ready, what if there is a drought next year!"

The village chief kindly reminds you that if the neighboring village is affected, the village will be affected. Will you borrow food if someone comes to borrow?

"Next year drought?" Feng Gui was surprised.

"I mean, if you have an idea in your mind, don't wait to panic when you really meet it."

If you don’t know if the village grows, the wells in the village have been drilled. How can you plant rice without water?

Rice starts from the time of seedlings and is always soaked in water until it is harvested.

Feng Gui's gang was covered with wine: "That's the reason, I'll go back and talk. Alas!"

He sighed and glanced at the villagers guarding Xiaqiu Village, envious of the fact that there were always disobedient people in his village, who would not do good things and do all the bad things.

It’s hard to learn from Xiaqiu Village to raise a village guardian! There are fools in the village, but two are there!

If you have food to eat, the kind-hearted people in the village will help you with a bite of leftover rice. If you encounter a major disaster, you will have to starve to death.

The other two people from Xihe Village didn't talk much to others, and only ate cakes in that small stutter. They didn't touch the dry goods of the soup, so they sucked the soup and drank it. They continued to add soup, adding some salt and vinegar.

Feng Gui drank two taels of wine, ate a cake, added three times of soup, and finally ate the mutton and mutton offals: "Yichang, I'm going back now. It's almost the Chinese New Year, so I'm busy."

"I won't leave you anymore." I got up inside, wrapped a pound of mutton that could be worth a pound, and handed it over: "Take it home for the child to eat."

"How did this make it?" Feng Gui refused.

"It's not for you. You come to drink mutton soup, and the child hasn't got anything at home."

The village chief forced it over and sent it to the village entrance, but turned around and continued to drink.

Feng Gui held the mutton in both hands, looked back, shook his head and sighed: "What's going on in Xiaqiu Village?"

"Their mutton soup is delicious. I drank it five years ago last time?" The one who followed him was still savoring it.

Another echoed: "Yes, there is no wild vegetables in the dough cake."

They were embarrassed to let go of it, and only ate one pancake and drank a lot of soup.

"In the coming year, it seems that there will be a variety of rapeseeds in the next year, and everything will be available."

Feng Gui stamped his feet and saw it early this year. Maybe he could learn it and gain something next spring.

In fact, he himself didn't believe it. At that time, the rice had just been harvested, and the people in the village were willing to work anymore. The land was not his own. If each family did not grow it, could he still use a knife to force it?

Only when Xiaqiu Village collects too much can the people in his own village agree.

***

The housekeeper came back happily, and his happiness was compared with other villages.

"Hanhan, you give it to others, what do you eat?"

Once the inside grew back, I saw Hanhan tear off the meat from the lamb legs and give it to other children.

"Eat, cake, soup." Zhu Wentian continued to divide the meat.

The village chief saw the children stop and waved his hands: "Eat it! Just a few bites of mutton."

I didn’t eat mutton the next day, there was mutton soup, and the bones could still be stewed.

There is good news for the children. Today is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and this year only has the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Generally speaking, you should be killed yesterday, but you didn’t kill a sheep yesterday!

Today we will kill twenty pigs, five hundred and fifty-one bites, and divide the meat according to the head, eat part of it, and take it back by the other families.

Being rich means being confident. There are now thirty sheep, forty oxen, twenty mules, six donkeys, five horses in the village, and a strong lineup.

Zhu Wentian was preparing to wait for the New Year to reclaim wasteland elsewhere in the village, and the newly reclaimed land was exempted from taxes.

It’s also possible. Anyway, if you plant grass, why should you collect my rent?

Plant purple flower diced rice to feed livestock and eat them.

He is here in the village, so he is not worried that the livestock will get sick and die in batches.

Take the opportunity to build livestock breeding in the village, eat whatever you want, and sell what you want.

If you need it, you can still help.

If your own village is too rich, it is easy to cause trouble, so you can lead the surrounding villages to develop together.

When a tree stands out in the forest, the wind will destroy it; when a pile comes out of the shore, the current will rush it; when a road is higher than a person, the people will definitely defeat it.

"Brother Hanhan, I'll give you candy." The little girl ran over and handed Zhu Wentian a small piece of rock candy.

I went to Xuancheng to open the road inlet and bought a bunch of brown sugar, leaving some as medicine inlet and some as rock sugar.

So the children in Xiaqiu Village realized the freedom of rock candy, 500 min per pound of rock candy!

"Yeah! Hehehe!" Zhu Wentian put his mouth in his mouth.

"Is it sweet? There is still fried pasta at home! I'll bring it to you." The little girl jumped and ran away again.

Zhu Wentian was in a happy mood and felt accomplished.

...

The next day on New Year's Eve, every household fried rice cakes, but locals did not eat dumplings, so there was not so much wheat.

Posted on Spring Festival couplets, there is also a door god.

Burning bamboo at night, crackling.

Zhu Wentian was at the house of the eldest son, changed into new clothes and was taken to the sacrificial hall.

Everyone in the village went to perform an ancestor worship ceremony.

Incense grows inside, kneels on the mat, crys, and tells the ancestors about the situation in the village this year.

The village is rich and eats meat casually. The villagers are enlightened and take everyone to live a good life, plant things in the fields, and next year...

The villager cried and said, it was too difficult for others to cry with him. It turned out that he had a hard time! Now he has to make it through.

Zhu Wentian pursed his lips, his belief became stronger and stronger. He led the village to become rich. What is a village worth hundreds of thousands of cents?

After crying, the village chief took Zhu Wentian over to burn incense and kowtow, and praised him in front of his ancestors.

"Let's go back and eat meat balls, fragrant meat balls."

After the ceremony, the village chief greeted him. The villagers did not care about the cold weather and prepared outside the sacrificial hall to eat a big pot of rice.

There are many dishes, steamed pork with noodles, sausages, braised pork liver, fried dried mandarin fish...

When the villagers saw these dishes, they were different. From childhood to adulthood, they ate so much meat for the first time during the Chinese New Year. They didn’t spend their own money, but they paid the money from the minister.

***

One night passed, on the first day of the first lunar month, everyone rested at home and did not work today.

Zhu Wentian led a group of children to cut paper in the mountain temple. The paper they bought was large, and they had to write small regular script when practicing writing.

After cutting, bind it with thread, and after the children can write the words with wooden sticks, replace it with a brush and write it on paper.

Zhu Wentianhui, calligraphy is not as good as any calligraphy master, but it is better than ordinary people.

Children don’t know that things are prepared for them, and reading is too far away for them.

Under the war, it is already good that the village can avoid the war. There is no place to find someone to teach. Xuancheng is far away, and the cost of people is high.

Only the village leader can do some words and can calculate the numbers and teach a smart person to help.

Imperial Examinations and imperial schools will only start next year, and there are dozens of places in a county and it will not be able to grab them in the village.

Zhu Wentian didn't plan to go through the road and stuff the children in the village, he taught himself.

There is another chapter today, and it is considered today's day when crossing zero. The farmer's composing slowly.
Chapter completed!