When I left Houtangwan, the smell of the New Year in the countryside became stronger and stronger.

Unlike after the new century, there is no statutory Spring Festival holiday, and the Chinese New Year in the rural areas lasts longer.

After a year of hard work, at the end of the day, I look forward to resting in the past few days and reviewing the gains and losses of the year.

For children, the end of the year means new clothes, good food, and New Year's money.

There were faint sounds of gongs and drums in the compound of the village committee.

As soon as Wu Tao heard this, he knew that it was the dry boat team that was rehearsing the program.

In the Spring Festival in the countryside, there are not many entertainment programs.

This dry boat team, which gathers folk artists who talk and sing, and girls who show off their flowers, walk the streets and alleys to perform, which is also a big attraction.

Back at the vineyard, the old lady Zhang Huilan was not only so busy that she couldn't stop, but also turned Wu Binghua's envoy around.

The aroma of soybeans emanated from the stove room, and as soon as Wu Tao smelled this familiar smell, he knew that it was brown sugar soybeans, which tasted fragrant and sweet, and the only drawback was that it was easy to fart.

I went into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of brown sugar soybeans with residual warmth from the basket, and chewed them one by one.

Zhang Huilan was busy making some preparations for the sacrifice to the king of the stove, and didn't care about her son.

Under the corridor in front of the door, the old man, with his second grandfather and aunt and grandmother, was flipping through the family tree of the family, and he didn't have time to take care of him.

This genealogy, after twists and turns, can be preserved to this day, and it is definitely the most valuable cultural relics in the family.

Wu Tao chewed and wandered to the hall, where Wu Binghua was sitting next to piles of straw paper, stringing paper money for ancestor worship.

The two cousins of Baodao are nominally helpers, but after all, their skills are a lot unfamiliar, and most of the time they are just chatting.

After saying hello to the two cousins, Wu Tao asked casually, "What about Uncle Cousin and Uncle Cousin?"

Aunt Cousin waved her hand and said, "Don't mention it, in the past two days, the government has invited you to eat and drink, not ten times, but eight times!"

Wu Tao was secretly surprised, the officials are too hungry, right?

After thinking about it, I was relieved a lot.

Who made Bac Giang poor? Without capital, it will be difficult for officials to make achievements in their administration, and it will be difficult for localities to develop.

Therefore, between the current government and businessmen, the status is somewhat inverted.

Seeing the capital, regardless of the big and small officials, it was like a cat smelling a fishy smell, so they pounced on it and bit it.

Officials slammed businessmen, and to some extent even used to deceive. In any case, if you deceive people and capital first, the rest is easy to say.

Let him go, Wu Tao shook his head and didn't care anymore.

Going around to the gate of the courtyard, just in time for Xiao Jiang, Hei Dan and Shi Ziheng to come back happily with a big bag of sweet popcorn and rice flower cones.

As he walked, he used the rice flower tube as a gun, and shot at each other with its own sound effects.

"Bang ......"

“biubiu……”

"Sudden ......"

Wu Tao snatched the rice flower tube in Xiao Jiang's hand and stuffed it into his mouth in two bites, crunchy and sweet.

Xiao Jiang was immediately so angry that he cried, and shouted: "Brother, you compensate me, you compensate me!"

Wu Tao slapped him angrily and said, "Won't you take another one?"

"Only this one is the most like a rifle, and the others don't look like ......"

"Stop!" Wu Tao pointed at Xiao Jiang and warned: "Otherwise, there will be no New Year's gift for you!"

Xiao Jiang immediately stopped crying, grabbed a handful of rice flowers and stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them hatefully.

Seeing the affairs of the family, he couldn't help himself, so he simply took the car back to the rich home.

Along the way, there were quite a few people entering the city, and the car was not driving fast.

Wu Tao leaned on the back seat and chatted lazily with Song Zhuang about family life.

"Uncle Zhuang, it's almost the New Year, and you're still tripping up to me. Auntie is okay, right?"

Song Zhuang smiled happily: "When she saw the salary I got back, she didn't talk any nonsense." Not to mention that the family is taken care of properly, I have been told to take care of you. ”

"My aunt is really well aware of righteousness, virtuous and diligent!"

"Hey, don't praise her. She just treats you as a cash cow!" Song Zhuang said bluntly.

When the car passed by Qiu Meiren's photo studio, Wu Tao saw that the door was full of people.

My heart is full of strangeness, this is not scientific! When did the photo studio of Qiu Meiren become so popular?

I got out of the car and walked in to see that there was still a long queue waiting to take pictures.

No, it's the New Year, and many families come to take a family photo with their families, and by the way, record the growing up moments for the thriving children.

After all, it changes every year, and after the New Year, it grows a year old.

As soon as Wu Tao entered the door, he was caught by Qiu Xiaotian, "Come over and help me for a while, I'll go to the toilet." ”

The family who was photographed was suddenly unhappy, "Hey, master, we can wait for you when you go to the toilet." But it's not right for you to fool around with a young man. ”

Wu Tao shrugged his shoulders and said that he couldn't help.

Qiu Xiaotian was more reasonable, "Brother, sister, can I fool you? I'll tell you the truth, his skills are much better than mine." That's the number one famous photographer in our province!"

As he spoke, he opened the popular photography and showed it to the other party.

While flipping, he stared at each other, as if his firm gaze could convince the other party.

As a result, the family was not only not convinced, but accused Qiu Xiaotian and said: "Master, you have this kung fu, our family photos have been taken, don't you say?"

The implication is, don't be **, hurry up and shoot.

Qiu Xiaotian was helpless, especially the helplessness of the distended bladder, so that his legs were clamped a little tighter, and Wu Tao couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Hey, aren't you the photographer Wu Tao?"

Wu Tao was also shocked when he heard this, there were still people here who could recognize him.

Looking back, it turned out to be a classmate from Beijiang Middle School, a pimple boy with glasses.

"You definitely don't know me, I am Wang Chao from Class 8, and Yang Guangwei is a classmate, and I often hear him tell his legendary story. ”

"Hi, there. ”

When the middle-aged man next to him saw this, he hurriedly asked, "Xiaochao, do you know him?"

Wang Chao turned around and said: "Of course, Dad, he is the first place in our year, versatile, and he can take pictures well." ”

The middle-aged man looked over and said, "Little master, can you please help us shoot later?"

Wu Tao glanced at Qiu Xiaotian's miserable appearance of being suffocated by urine to the point of exploding, and nodded with a smile and agreed.

Qiu Xiaotian was finally liberated, put down the camera, covered his lower body, shouted 'borrowed', and rushed out.

Wu Tao picked up the camera, and the breath of the whole person changed suddenly, and he was no longer the appearance of the lazy teenager before.

"Uncle and aunt change positions......"

"Wang Chao, you'd better take off your coat......"

patiently and professionally adjusted and pointed, and saw that the people at the back of the team were all unconscious, and nodded frequently.

After all, he is a master photographer, and he is a connoisseur!

When Qiu Xiaotian and came back leisurely, a group of people queuing up at the door were happily discussing: "The master has agreed to help us shoot......"

"Then I'm going to go to the master to shoot too!"

"I'll go too!"

How long has it been since Wu Tao's craftsmanship has been recognized by so many people? Qiu Xiaotian thought with a blank face, this world is really changing fast! Please Baidu "throw the book network" Thank you for your support!