In fact, when Liu Qingshan was a child, the people in the mountains couldn't afford to send biscuits during the New Year, so they all sent each other some do-it-yourself glutinous cakes.

Some people send fragrant oil dumplings, some people send golden fried rice cakes, some people send sticky rice cakes wrapped in leaves, and some people send glutinous rice white rice dumplings soaked with crushed peanuts and sesame seeds......

At that time, the year was truly year-like.

The flavor of the New Year is hidden in all kinds of various glutinous cakes, with the simplicity of the mountain people, with the intention of the maker, scattered to each family, gathered in each family, it has become a strong New Year's flavor.

At that time, Liu Qingshan could always eat all kinds of glutinous rice cakes.

But later, with the improvement of people's living standards, the variety of delicious glutinous rice cakes was replaced by various 'biscuits' mixed with additives.

Whether it's bread or biscuits, whether it's a small cake or egg yolk pie, when you eat it in your mouth, you can't taste a trace of New Year's flavor except for sweetness.

People in the mountains don't like to eat these things, but if people buy these things and give them to you, you can only buy these things and send them back.

So, in the end, the shop owners and the stall vendors made a lot of money, while the mountain people spent money to buy a pile of garbage at home.

Those cookies have been sitting idle in the corner since they entered the house, and no one wants to eat them.

It wasn't until later that they found out that their expiration date had expired, and they had become tasty and moldy, so they had to endure the pain and feed them to chickens and ducks.

Although it is very helpless, but, in this era of comparison, others give you the biscuits you spend money on, you can't just give them a few home-made oil dumplings.

Although it is said that this oil cake contains a strong New Year's flavor and heart, but who cares?

When others see the oil bubbling up, they will only say that you are stingy and that you are reluctant to spend money, so they send so many hard glutinous rice cakes.

In the end, people's hearts have changed, so the taste of the New Year has also changed.

I always feel that today's New Year's flavor is not as mellow as it was back then, and unconsciously, it is mixed with a lot of messy things.

There are comparisons of relatives, there are neighbors showing off, and there are also some people with bad styles who take the opportunity of the New Year's festival to bribe and receive gifts......

Today's year is still called the year, but it is no longer the year of the year.

Wu Cuimei saw that her son's New Year's gifts this year were all milk, and she couldn't help but feel distressed: "Qingshan, you have to spend a lot of money to buy so much milk." ”

Liu Qingshan stuffed new coins into the red envelope, and replied: "It's not very expensive, I buy a lot, and the wholesale price is calculated as an average of about 30 yuan per box." ”

"What about more than thirty?" Wu Cuimei frowned when she heard this, "This is so expensive, they must only send a pack of biscuits for more than ten yuan, and you send more than thirty pieces of milk, isn't it a bit worth it." ”

Liu Qingshan said with a smile: "Mom, don't you think about this, it's okay? Look at this Wangzi milk, children love to drink it, and this old man's milk, it's just right for my grandmother." Chinese New Year, talk about it, don't care about the money or the money, if you care about the money, the taste of the year will change. ”

Wu Cuimei nodded: "Yes, but if you want to give milk, you have to give milk to every family, but you can't give milk to some people and some people to biscuits, it won't sound good to say it when the time comes." ”

"I know, don't worry. Liu Qingshan said, "It's all milk, no biscuits." There are also the same number of red envelopes for children. There will be no favoritism. ”

Wu Cuimei nodded reassuringly.

Although I feel very sorry for money, I don't care so much when I think that my son can make money now.

Moreover, my son has a saying that is particularly right, the New Year is about the heart.

After Liu Qingshan took these thoughts to the outer village, he first went to the grandmother's house.

The eldest grandmother is the oldest, so it is right to visit her first.

However, not surprisingly, the grandmother did not open the door this time.

Although the door was not opened, her house was also cleaned by the second uncle inside and out. Although it still can't hide the age of this small house, it looks much more energetic.

Liu Qingshan put the milk on the ground and shouted into the house, "Grandma." ”

"Aoyama. The eldest grandmother came out of it and replied through the door, "Why are you so early?"

"It's not early. Grandma, I brought you a box of milk powder, this milk powder is dry, you make two cups a day to drink. How to rush, I wrote a lot of words in it, you can understand. ”

"Oh. The eldest grandmother replied, "Qingshan, don't buy me anything in the future, it's a waste of money, I have something to eat at home." ”

"What you give you can be called a waste. Liu Qingshan smiled, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to grow so big." Grandma, there is also a red envelope here, you take it to honor you. ”

Liu Qingshan said, stuffing a red envelope through the crack in the door.

Today's door is a little bigger, about two fingers wide.

Liu Qingshan saw the eldest grandmother's clothes and shoes through the crack in the door.

It was a very old dress, but the shoes on the feet were new, one of the two pairs that Liu Qingshan bought.

Looking at this pair of clothes and shoes that didn't match well, Liu Qingshan was a little annoyed.

At that time, I was only thinking about buying shoes, but I forgot to buy two sets of new clothes for my grandmother to wear for the New Year.

You must know that eight out of ten sets of clothes when he was a child were bought by his grandmother.

Even if you don't have this affection, honoring your elders should be within the purview of your juniors.

It's just that he is sometimes meticulous, and sometimes he is too sloppy to forget about this stubble.

However, tomorrow is going to the streets, so I will buy two new clothes tomorrow.

Liu Qingshan didn't say this, but said, "Grandma, take it quickly." ”

"Besides, at my age, I can't spend the money given by the government, and if you give it to me, I won't have a place to spend it, so you should keep it for yourself, and it will cost a lot of money when you marry a daughter-in-law in the future." "Grandma's voice is very gentle when she speaks, like everyone in a costume TV series.

Although she is now dying of age, her temperament has always been engraved in her bones.

In the past few decades, I have never heard of anything about the eldest grandmother quarreling or bickering with anyone, let alone arguing with red ears and the like.

The grandmother always treats people with tenderness, like spring and autumn water, so gentle that people are bright.

"There's not a lot of money here. Liu Qingshan lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "Grandma, let me tell you, I dug winter bamboo shoots for a day before and sold them for more than so much money, you take it quickly, I still have to go to the second grandfather's house." ”

"Huh?" the grandmother hesitated for a moment and took the red envelope.

What she thought was probably that Qingshan would dig bamboo shoots for a day, and it would only cost a hundred yuan. Then here, it is estimated that it is only a few dozen yuan.

The reason why the red envelope looks bulging is probably because it contains five yuan and ten yuan bills, so that the red envelope can look beautiful and plump.

As soon as she took the red envelope, Liu Qingshan slipped away.

Seeing that Qingshan was gone, she opened the red envelope suspiciously, but she didn't want to, what was revealed inside was a pile of red banknotes.

This frightened her, and she hurriedly opened the door, wanting to return the money to Qingshan. It's just that the kid in Qingshan has already run away without a trace.

She went back to the courtyard, closed the door, and counted the money, and it was a thousand dollars!

A thousand!

Although she was also the eldest lady of a rich family, a person who had seen and eaten good things, she also knew that this thousand yuan was a huge amount of money for ordinary mountain people.

Where did that kid get so much money from Qingshan?

She suddenly remembered what Qingshan said just now, saying that he dug up a day's winter bamboo shoots and sold them for more money than here?

She turned her head in disbelief to look at the courtyard door, but all she could see was the closed door leaves and yellow-brown moss.

When spring arrives, the moss will be able to recover.

However, when people are gone, they cannot be resurrected like moss.

The grandmother sighed and went back to the house.