The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is coming.

In Wang Shiyi's hometown of Chungcheng, there has been a saying that "after eating the fifteenth piece of meat, each going to his own way", the year of Chungcheng is going to the fifteenth year, therefore, the Lantern Festival is a big day in Chungcheng.

In recent years, the atmosphere of the Lantern Festival in Chungcheng has faded a lot, and as more and more young people return to Guangdong to work before the eighth day of the new year, Chungcheng has gradually become an empty city.

How lively can an empty city be?

The excitement has been brought to the south by the wage earners!

In the early morning of January 10th, the grinding workshop of Maite Hardware Factory was full of people, and everyone was talking about overtime during the Lantern Festival.

That morning, Director Yang of the grinding workshop presided over the morning meeting of the production department, and saw him standing next to a pile of polished cold-rolled metal plates with his hands on his waist, standing next to a pile of polished cold-rolled metal plates, and arranged the day's production tasks in a loud voice, and specially raised his voice an octave and said: "On the night of the Lantern Festival, do you still want to work overtime in the workshop?"

"I don't want to add more!" said a tired voice.

"We don't lack that amount of overtime pay. A domineering voice shouted.

"My old cousin is going to come over for a drink, and if the workshop is going to arrange overtime, then it's going to drink a fart!" a younger voice complained.

"The workshop will arrange overtime again, and we will go back at night, how can we have the energy to accompany our wife?" A deeper voice shouted.

"Everyone is quiet, everyone is quiet, the morning meeting time is ten minutes, you are quiet, listen to Director Yang's arrangement!" Director Yang's wife, Ah Ping, shouted loudly with her hands on her hips.

The voices in the crowd began to cry vigorously like frogs, and after Ah Ping's stop, they immediately went out and turned into a brave tadpole talking.

"I can understand everyone's feelings, everyone doesn't want to work overtime, my heart is also made of meat, my mood is the same as everyone, I don't want to work overtime, do you know? Director Yang said as he looked at Ah Ping, the domineering statistical clerk beside him.

His words were funny, without the slightest hint of an official and old man, and the crowd immediately erupted in laughter.

"The goods of the factory must be delivered on time, and we do not arrange overtime for the Lantern Festival, so from today onwards, we have to catch up with the goods in advance, and you will work overtime until ten o'clock in the evening, if you don't want to work overtime, you will act faster for Lao Tzu during the day, and play less to go to the toilet The idea of going to the toilet is a little less, and it will take four or five days, I think on the night of the Lantern Festival, we can go home early to drink." Director Yang said.

"Good!" a voice said.

"I vote yes!" a voice said.

"I vote with my hands and vote with my feet!" a voice said.

"Whoever dares to object, I immediately castrated him and made him a eunuch. A voice said.

In the cheers of the crowd, the plan of not working overtime during the Lantern Festival reached an amazing consensus at the morning meeting on the tenth day of the first month of the first month of the workshop.

In the next few days, the old men in the hardware factory immediately became extraordinarily energetic, and their efficiency was significantly improved.

On the fifteenth day of the first month, Maite Hardware Factory made an exception and did not arrange overtime, more than ten minutes before getting off work, the grinding workshop was basically in a state of chaos, the old men put down their work, three or three, some packed up the tools, some cleaned the work area, some changed the overalls, put them in plastic bags, and some ran to the outside of the workshop, smoking cigarettes and chatting.

Director Yang also turned a blind eye, stayed in the office, nestled in a chair, and chatted with his wife Ah Ping about going to the hotel at night and ordering good food.

"Sichuan West Tavern!" Ah Ping said with a snarled voice.

"It's all snacks, there is no big fish and meat, but it's not enjoyable! It's still a Hunan restaurant, Mao's braised pork satisfies your cravings!" Director Yang said.

"Fatty, what's so delicious? I want to eat husband and wife lung tablets!" Ah Ping insisted on her choice.

"Okay, okay, I have the final say at work, you have the final say after work, the West Sichuan Tavern will be the West Sichuan Tavern!" Director Yang couldn't resist Ah Ping, so he could only surrender.

"Hahaha, I have their membership card, 20% off, I have a husband and wife lung slices to eat tonight!" Ah Ping sat in the office chair, proudly baring her teeth and claws.

"Jingle bell!"

The bell of the end of work of Maite Hardware Factory finally rang in the sky on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, which has been traditionalized for thousands of years, in the heart of Ergen, the sound is as sacred and melodious as the church bell.

In this belated bell, the workers also hurriedly dispersed from the attendance punch machine and from the factory.

At this time, Ergen also cleaned up, he walked towards Wang Shiyi, such a grand festival, a person is bored to drink, Ergen thought of Wang Shiyi: "Little handsome guy, today is the Lantern Festival, come to my house to drink together at night." ”

After Wang Shiyi finished packing up his things, he got up and just wanted to go to the canteen to eat, I heard that the canteen had a meal in the evening, and there were chicken legs to eat, and he had not eaten chicken legs when he came out to work.

"Brother Ergen, do you want to drink again?" Wang Shiyi asked in surprise.

"The Lantern Festival is a big day, only once a year!" Ergen sighed.

I also said it once a year, which day is not once a year? Is there two first lunar sixteenth in a year?

"Okay, don't get drunk this time, you look scary when you're drunk. Wang Shiyi wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand and said.

"This time, don't worry, it's good to drink well, Lantern Festival, get together, and be lively. Ergen remembered his drunken gaffe that day, and a smile floated on his face.

"Dude, when you drink, you must take good care of yourself. After Wang Shiyi finished speaking, he followed Ergen and walked outside.

When I got out of the factory, I saw that the roads in the industrial area were full of people, and some excited people couldn't restrain themselves, and even flirted with beautiful girls on the street, and boldly whistled hooligans at them.

They whistled and rushed forward amid the roar of the crowd.

The late spring breeze, which blew gently at this time, raised the vigorous hair of the young man, and the girl who was lightly covered raised her shy head to see the appearance of the brave young man, but unfortunately he had disappeared into the crowd and could not be found.

As soon as the two turned around, they merged into the crowd of people who got off work.

After a while, I went out of the industrial area, and when I looked up, the peasant houses were also completely new, and they were full of lights and festive colors.

The song "Wishing you prosperity" by Andy Lau, the king of heaven, resounded endlessly over the city.

Suddenly, a column of fireworks rose from the ground, blooming gorgeously in the gloomy sky at dusk, and the fireworks attracted the attention of the off-duty crowd and caused everyone to scream.

"Ahh

The sky was calm and the sound of fireworks exploding was low.

"What kind of ears are you covering, it's not firecrackers, what's there to be afraid of!" A teenager shouted.

The women put down their hands and looked at the fireworks with amazement, for the first time in their lives they had seen them bloom in the sky.

"Oh my God!

"It's just too short, like a meteor shower!"

Several female workers were so excited that they wept and hugged each other tightly, unable to speak.

When Ergen arrived at the farmer's house, the cunning brother had already rushed downstairs.

The two of them straightened up and stood straight behind Ergen, towering, as if they were left and right.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the rental house is very lively, and there is a smell of oil smoke everywhere, the sound of stir-frying, and the smell of chili peppers.

When Wang Shiyi walked in the stairwell on the third floor, he couldn't help but sneeze.

"It's so spicy! What family? There are so many chili peppers in the cooking, and it makes everyone spicy to death. Nigen muttered as he went into the hallway and found that the spicy smell was coming from the room diagonally opposite.

Along with that burst of spiciness, there was a cheerful music"...... Hot girls are never afraid of spicy, hot girls are not afraid of spicy by nature, hot girls are afraid of not being spicy when they go out, grab a handful of chili peppers and talk ....... ”