The glutinous rice cake is done, the hygiene inside and outside the house is also done, and the next thing is the New Year.

The year in the countryside is relatively simple, and there are no tricks.

It is nothing more than a family eating a 'big meal' that they are usually reluctant to eat, and decorating the home cleanly.

Early in the morning on Chinese New Year's Eve, Liu Qingshan just got up and smelled the smell of fried food.

You don't have to think about it to know that the old couple must already be eating breakfast.

Today's breakfast was different.

Today's breakfast has no peanuts and fried rice, and instead is yellow kuay teow and oily rice cakes.

The kuay teow is crispy, the oil is soft and glutinous, and it is very delicious when paired with oil tea.

After a delicious breakfast, the busy Chinese New Year's Eve begins.

The newly bought pots and pans must be washed, the yard needs to be cleaned again, and the floor of the house must be carefully cleaned.

Fortunately, the clothes and bedding at home have been washed before, and they don't need to be washed.

However, just this kind of washing and scrubbing, I was also busy for a morning.

After lunch, start pasting the door and window paper.

According to local customs, like Liu Qingshan's house, Spring Festival couplets should be pasted at the gate and at the door of the hall, and there is no need to paste Spring Festival couplets at other doors, but some window paper printed with "Five Blessings" and "Four Seasons Peace" needs to be pasted on the door frame.

Not only should each small door be pasted, but all windows in the house, regardless of the upstairs and downstairs windows, as long as it is a window, it also needs to be pasted with such window paper, one for each window.

In addition, next to the stove in the kitchen, there must be a stove king god seat that is slightly larger than the window paper.

In addition, the shrine of the hall also has to be cleaned, pour all the red incense roots and incense ashes left over from this year's incense into the basin, and dry brush the incense altar with a clean loofah sac. Then, take a sieve with a thin hole to scoop some firewood ash into the kitchen stove and sift it into the clean-brushed incense jar.

After re-ashing, the incense altar is put back on the altar, and a clean piece of paper money is placed at the bottom, and the work is completed.

In the same way, the shrine also needs to be labeled. Three stickers are pasted on the wall directly above the shrine, and one is pasted in the hollow position in the middle of the shrine itself.

By the time Liu Qingshan was busy with these things, Liu Yuanhe had already slaughtered a chicken, and instructed Wu Cuimei to put it in the stove and cook it in clear water.

The chicken was a whole chicken with only the internal organs removed. After boiling it in a pot of clear water, Wu Cuimei took it out with a larger plate, and shouted to Liu Qingshan: "Qingshan, the chicken is cooked, hurry up and pick up things and go to the temple to worship God." ”

"Oh, got it. "When it comes to worshipping God, Liu Qingshan is still very diligent.

Because I went to worship God in the evening, the things I brought with me were very different from those that I went to worship in the morning.

Bring tea in the morning and wine in the evening.

In the morning, I bring pastries and dumplings, and in the evening, I bring rice, pork, and chicken.

For the rest, it's basically the same.

I brought chicken, rice, pork, liquor, fairy incense, candles, paper money, firecrackers and other items to the village temple.

At this time, the village temple is already very lively, even more lively than the last winter solstice.

The mountain people who usually work in other places have basically come back for the New Year, so naturally they all have to take this opportunity to come to the temple to worship.

However, there is no fixed time to worship God on this Chinese New Year's Eve, and after lunch, you can come as long as you want. It's just that everyone seems to prefer to come in the evening, so this time is especially lively.

On weekdays, there is no one in the village temple, and it is so lively that it is like a market, not to mention the crowds, and the sound of firecrackers has never stopped.

Liu Qingshan followed the order, and after placing the things on the altar in turn, he began to light candles, burn incense, pour wine, and then give up his place with the others, wait beside him, and chat a few words.

After a few minutes, he felt that the gods should have tasted their own food, so they began to burn paper money, set off firecrackers, and then stood in front of the shrine and prayed to the mountain god who was full of wine and food, thanking the mountain god for his protection, and wishing that everything would go well in the coming year.

When he had finished praying, he packed up his things and went home.

When you get home, you have to put the chicken back in a pot of clean water and reheat it, and then put it on your own altar to worship your ancestors.

The steps of worshipping ancestors at home are the same as those of worshipping gods in the temple, which is nothing more than food on the stage, lighting candles, burning incense, waiting for a while, burning paper money, setting off firecrackers, and praying.

When these things are done, it is the family's turn to prepare dinner.

This meal is the annual Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

However, before cooking the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, it is necessary to clean up the ashes in the stove. Wu Cuimei did these light jobs, and Liu Qingshan cut vegetables on the cabinet on the side.

After the mother cleaned the ashes, she began to scrape the bottom of the pot with bamboo slices, and the black charcoal ashes danced gently with the scraping of the bamboo slices, and flew straight to the mother's head.

It is estimated that they originally wanted to fly to the gray hair of the old mother and dye the white silk mixed with the black hair black, but they didn't want to, the eldest brother who took the lead was playful, suddenly changed direction, and with a huge team, he pounced on the mother's face, some were stained in her wrinkles, and some poured into her nostrils, choking her coughing a few times in succession.

"Mom, get some water. Liu Qingshan couldn't help but smile and said, "If you scrape like this, the whole kitchen will be covered with charcoal ash." ”

Wu Cuimei glared at him: "You are so smart, then you come." ”

Liu Qingshan shut up.

After my mother cleaned up the bottom of the stove and pot, Liu Qingshan's dishes were also cut, and after that, it was Liu Yuanhe's turn to take charge of the kitchen.

It's not that it is stipulated that this meal must be cooked by anyone, but because Liu Qingshan, as a young man in the family, has to take a good bath, praying that everything will be clean and free from dirt in the coming year.

Therefore, while his father was in charge, Liu Qingshan prepared a large bucket of hot water, sat in the shower room, and began to carefully scrub all parts of his body, trying not to leave a trace of dirt.

The old man is older, he doesn't pay so much attention to it, and he doesn't go out, just take a bath.

But Qingshan is different, as the pillar of the family now, he still has to follow his parents' wishes and local customs to go through the procedures honestly.

After taking a shower, the person was really much drier.

Looking at her son, who had changed into new clothes, Wu Cuimei couldn't help but praise: "Hey, I really didn't expect my son to be so handsome." ”

"That is, you don't look at whose seed it is. Liu Yuanhe brought the chicken soup to the table and said proudly, "My son Liu Yuanhe, no matter how ugly he is, he can't be ugly." ”

"Can you speak?" Wu Cuimei slapped him, "This is the New Year, what do you say is ugly or not? On the first day of the Lunar New Year next year, if you talk nonsense in your mouth, you see if I can pump you." ”

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, you can't talk nonsense, and if you want to say it, you can only say some auspicious good things, and you can't say anything dead, smelly, ugly, and so on.

Liu Yuanhe knew that he was at a loss, endured the pain, and continued to stir-fry.