At nine o'clock in the morning, the auspicious time is approaching, and the adults begin to prepare for the worship of their ancestors. Suddenly, in addition to the cowshed at the gate of the courtyard, firecrackers were laid on the ground both inside and outside the house.

I saw a small red whip hanging from end to end like two red dragons, whistling out from the offering table of the main house in the backyard, one on the east road and the other on the west road, completing the intersection in front of the main house in the front yard, and finally stretching into a figure-eight shape at the gate of the courtyard. If you can look down from the sky, you will find that the pattern of these two "red dragons" in the courtyard is a gourd shape, which represents the meaning of "boundless blessing".

"Grandma Tai, why do firecrackers come into the house?" In the courtyard of the backyard, Zhang He, who was busy watching the adults with a group of children, suddenly ran to the main room, pointed to the firecrackers on the ground, and asked Grandma Tai, who was placing tributes on the table.

"Exorcise evil spirits and keep you safe. Grandma Tai didn't look at him, but replied with a smile while placing the tribute.

"Aren't you afraid that things will collapse?" Zhang He asked with concern.

"The little whip is fine, and he didn't really enter the house, but he just turned around a little bit at the door of the house and went out again. Grandma Tai turned around and pointed to the firecrackers on the ground and said to Zhang He.

"Is it like that every year?" In fact, Zhang He, who had already experienced it once in his previous life, was still curious about the customs of the festival. Because last time, all his attention was on Grandma Tai's blue cloth shirt with a diagonal placket, dark Burmese crotch pants, black leggings and a typical Chinese lot grab, and the "golden lotus" that was really only 3 inches long.

"Yes, but only the three days of Mid-Autumn Festival, Winter Solstice, and Chinese New Year's Eve are like this, and usually only three incense sticks are offered on the fifteenth day of the first month. Grandma said to Zhang He with a smile.

"Is it only allowed for men to worship, and women are not allowed to worship?" Zhang He continued to "interview" Grandma Tai with his hands behind his back like a student of a folk college.

"No, as long as it's our family's descendants. Grandma Tai smiled.

"Is this the case in the old age?" Zhang He began to get to the bottom of it, as long as it was an old man, he was always interested in things, which may be the reason why he was able to see the lantern back then, and later liked to be a chef, and then became a tour guide.

"Old man, you kid, you talk so funny, like a little adult. In the past, ancestor worship was only possible for the men in the family, and not for the daughters who went out. But now there is no such rule, as long as it is a person in our family, whether it is a man or a woman, an old man, a young aunt, a daughter-in-law, or a daughter-in-law. However, men are not allowed to worship during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and women are not allowed to worship during the New Year. This is called men not worshipping the moon, and women not sacrificing to the stove. Grandma Tai explained to this great-grandson with a kind face, and at this point she also began to pay more attention to Zhang He, a child than other children.

At 10 o'clock, under the order of his grandfather, Zhang He's aunt lit the two "long dragons" in front of the table, and for a while, the sound in and outside the courtyard shook the sky, and then the family began to "assemble" in the front yard.

"You three boys just follow us, see what I do and what I say, you just do it. After the firecrackers went off, Zhang He's grandmother took a large handful of incense that had not yet been lit, and while distributing three sticks to each person, she specially instructed the little brother who came to the countryside for the first time, and then began the ritual of worshiping the ancestors and gods.

I saw that there were more than 20 people in this big family, sorted by generation, three people in a row, three people in a row neatly following behind Zhang He's grandfather and grandmother, and like a long snake, bowing to the gods of the door, the cow god, the stove god, the warehouse god and other gods, listening to and repeating every prayer that the grandmother said. Finally, he came to the offering table in the main house in the backyard, and returned the incense in his hand to Grandma Tai's hand, and bowed three times and nine times to the row on the offering table one by one. Finally, Grandma Tai lit a large handful of incense and inserted it into the incense burner on the offering table, so as to pray that the whole family could be blessed by the gods and ancestors!

And in this festival, the most devout should be a few Zhang He. Not only was he the loudest when he repeated Grandma's prayers after the adults. Moreover, when he bowed three times and bowed to the tablets of his ancestors and gods, he could also make a "knock knock" sound when his head touched the ground.

He did not do this for grandstanding, but to pray for the gods and ancestors to take care of his mother. Although he knew that his mother's craniotomy would be successful, he also knew that his mother would eventually withstand the sudden blow after the operation. But as a time traveler, he still feels uneasy about the term "butterfly effect".

We don't know if the gods knew what he was thinking, but it was very satisfying for the grandmother, who had been watching him at the offering table. Therefore, the old man secretly stuffed a piece of money into his pocket, took a piece of candy from the offering table, and quietly put it into the mouth of Zhang He, who was about to perform the third prostration. So much so that when Zhang He smiled at his grandmother while kowtowing, he inadvertently let him find a porcelain vase lying under the table.

"Could this be... "After the sacrifice ceremony, the adults went to the front yard to busy lunch, and the younger brothers and sisters were vying for the "reward" and the tribute on the table, but Zhang He quietly picked up the porcelain vase under the table, squatted on the ground with his back to the younger brothers and sisters, and began to carefully observe up and down.

"No, it won't. Isn't this the brother kiln of the legendary five famous kilns in China? Oh my mother! When did I ever have such good luck? Why didn't I see it last time? Oh, yes, I patronized my grandmother's three-inch golden lotus last time, and I didn't look elsewhere at all. Zhang He immediately linked this gray-blue, the bottle body is about the height of his two small hands, and the shape is like the net bottle in Guanyin's hand, but it is a few sizes larger, and the surface is covered with large and small irregular cracks, and he has explained to the guests countless times in the museum The kiln bottle is connected. This couldn't help but make him suddenly excited, as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he began to remind himself over and over again, "Calm, calm." ”

"The surface layer has a pronounced opabite and the glaze is thicker. The opening is irregular, bright and dark yellow, this is the golden wire! What about the purple iron feet?" Zhang He only felt that his little hands had begun to tremble slightly with excitement, but he still raised the porcelain vase and began to look at its mouth and feet.

"The glaze of the bottle mouth is thin and black-purple, and the bottom foot is unglazed and black-edged. Jeonzhong, oh my God! It's exactly the same as the kiln in the museum. Thinking of this, Zhang He felt that his breathing began to become a little short.

So, he first calmed himself down, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and then put the porcelain bottle back at his feet, his voice was a little trembling and pointed to the porcelain bottle on the ground, and asked Grandma: "Grandma, do you still want this broken porcelain bottle?"

"Grandma, you have to say no. Zhang He, who had never felt that a second would be so long, stared at Grandma Tai's eyes and prayed.

"Ahh When Grandma Tai heard this, she immediately turned her head and glanced in the direction Zhang He was pointing, then turned her head back, and while continuing to distribute tributes to the children, she said indifferently: "Is that bottle broken? Then he turned his head to Zhang He in surprise and said, "Hey, why are you kid tinkering with this dirty thing? Come over and eat a snack, eat tribute boldly." ”

"Grandma, I don't like sweets. Regardless of whether the grandmother should respond to herself this time, Zhang He couldn't hide his excitement and ran back to the house with the porcelain vase. And as soon as he entered the door, he inserted the latch in the door into the notch, quickly put the porcelain vase on the bed, took down his mother's bag hanging on the bedside, took out the packed lamp from it, removed a few newspapers wrapped outside the lamp, and carefully wrapped the porcelain vase tightly.

"No, one is bronze and the other is porcelain. You can't put it together. Looks like we'll have to find a bag. Zhang He was afraid that something would go wrong with the porcelain vase, so he thought of this, so he stuffed the lamp back into his mother's bag, and then lay on the ground with the porcelain vase, pedaled the ground with two feet, moved his body under the bed little by little, and then slowly turned around and put the wrapped porcelain vase in the corner next to the bed leg. Only then did he move out from under the bed satisfied, patted the dirt on his body, pulled the latch and walked towards the courtyard. At this moment, he completely lost the complicated feelings he had when he got the lamp this morning, and instead he had a beautiful vision for the future.

Poetry: I have heard the words of the turtle spirit,

Feng Sheng repaid the favor.

Sighing that there is no virtue to meet,

Unexpectedly, I saw the porcelain vase.