In most areas of N Province, the twenty-third day of the lunar month is very important, and this day is to sacrifice to the king of the stove.

According to folklore, the Lord of the Stove had to return to Heaven on the night of the twenty-third day of the lunar month to report on his work, and by the way, he would report to the Emperor of Heaven on the situation of the people in the past year.

In a family, as long as there is a family to cook, there is the existence of the stove prince, so this stove prince can be said to be the closest to the life of the people.

The status and official position of the Lord of the Stove in the Heavenly Court are similar to the aunts of the street neighborhood committees in the city, and they are also similar to the production captains in the countryside.

Such a down-to-earth immortal naturally sees too much of the joys and sorrows of the world, and knows the dirty and tricks of the world.

Ordinary people, where there is no family short, trivial things, I don't know if the Lord of the Stove reported these things to the heavenly court, whether it will cause the Jade Emperor and his old people to dislike.

I don't know when it began, the folk followed a custom, on the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the king of the stove was sacrificed, and the mouth of the king of the stove was pasted with sugar, so that the mouth of the old god at the grassroots level would be sweeter after going to heaven, and he would say more good things and less bad things, so as to ensure that the wind and rain in the coming year would be smooth and everything would go smoothly.

In the past ten years, the sacrificial stove has been vigorously eliminated as the "four olds", and many people only dare to quietly put a hemp candy in the furnace pit early in the morning of the 23rd.

There are also many people who have a difficult life, and they can't even take out this hemp candy, so they can only quietly kowtow to the prince of the stove a few times, and mutter a few words to beg him to keep the old man safe and smooth.

This year is different from previous years, the policy has been relaxed a lot, but most people are still on the sidelines, and they are still extremely careful in the matter of sacrificial stoves.

Bai Ruyi got up early in the morning, cleaned the stove, and retreated with a few small ones.

Lin Zijiao and Lin Ziwei, the two small ones, were thinking about the hemp candy inside, and peeked at the crack of the door.

The ritual of sacrificial stoves is done by men according to the rules.

Lin Jialiang put a piece of hemp candy (a candy made from yellow rice and maltose) into the stove pit, kowtowed three times, and chanted a few auspicious words such as "ask the grandfather of the stove king to say good things to heaven and go down to the ground to keep safe", and the simple ritual of sacrificing the stove was completed.

According to the rules handed down by the older generation, a grass horse should be burned for the king of the stove as a mount, but after so many years, the remnants of the four olds are still there, and no family dares to sacrifice the stove with such fanfare.

The times are different, and the old man has no choice but to be aggrieved and go to heaven by himself.

There were still a few sesame candies left in the coarse porcelain bowl, Bai Ruyi handed the bowl to Lin Zijin and asked her to take it and share it with the two small ones: "You guys eat hemp candy first, I heard that the Yangge team is rehearsing on the wheat field today, and you will follow each other to watch the excitement in a while." ”

After a pause, Bai Ruyi told a few small ones uneasily: "Don't talk nonsense to others when you go out for a while, if someone asks about the mouth of the prince of the pasty stove, you will say that our family is not confused." ”

Although Lin Zijiao and Lin Ziwei were young, they also knew that this matter was important, and the two of them nodded solemnly at the same time, but their eyes were fixed on the hemp candy in the bowl.

It's hemp candy.

Life is much better today than in previous years, but food is still scarce.

Very few people waste food to make this kind of sugar, and they only have the opportunity to taste it at the end of the year, that is, during the Chinese New Year.

As soon as Lin Zijin distributed the candy to the two children, he heard a commotion outside, and the neighbor's second bell and a group of children shouted loudly at the courtyard door, saying that it was twisting Yangge on the wheat field, and shouted to Lin Zijiao to hurry up and see it.

The threshing field was very lively.

I haven't formed a Yangge team for so many years, but this year it has been formed again, and both the audience and the actors feel fresh and happy.

Although it was only a rehearsal, these amateur actors in the village solemnly put on makeup, wore performance costumes, and each took props, and they were lively to the sound of gongs and drums.

It was the slack season, and the weather was good today, and soon the sound of gongs and drums attracted the people in the village, and everyone gathered in a circle, watching the excitement while talking about the shortcomings of the family with the people they knew.

The gongs and drums are noisy, and the voices are boiling.

Sun Wukong dancing with a golden hoop stick, Zhu Bajie with a fake belly, Tang Seng dressed as a man, and a little donkey riding paper paste, followed by a new son-in-law, it seems that she is about to return to her parents' home.

The boat was surrounded by the most people, and the boat, which was so colorful that it swayed in place, looking like it had run aground.

A matchmaker with a black mole on the corner of her mouth was running forward and backward, beating this and scolding that in an exaggerated manner, making the people around her laugh loudly.

Lin Ziwei had already followed his friends and disappeared, and Lin Zijiao got into the pile of little girls of the same age, giggling and chattering about something.

When Lin Zijin was in Luobu Village in his previous life, he could see these every year during the Chinese New Year, and after watching it for a while, he slowly recalled who these actors were.

The Monkey King is a little monkey, she has forgotten what his big name is, she only remembers that he is very thin, and he usually loves to jump like a monkey.

The matchmaker who ran before and after running was dressed by Lin Shugen, the old man in his sixties painted an exaggerated makeup, pretending to be an old woman, deliberately hunched over and tiptoeing, and walked staggeringly.

Lin Zijin's eyes roamed the field, sweeping the crowd from time to time to watch the lively crowd.

Entering the new year, it is the time when there is a lot of work at home, and most of the villagers are wearing old clothes for work, but the expressions on their faces are excited and joyful.

Sweeping the faces of these people one by one, Lin Zijin's gaze suddenly froze, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Did she read it wrong?

Lin Zijin's gaze was fixed on the face of a young man in the crowd.

Her eyesight has improved a lot since the crossing, and although she is far away, she can see the appearance of the young man clearly.

The young man's facial features, his eyebrows, and even a small scar on the right side of his outer eye are impossible to see if you don't look closely.

Lin Zijin remembered that Feng Qian said that the scar was when Feng Qian was five years old, Feng's father was drunk and threw it at home to hit Feng Qian.

When Feng Qian talked about this scar, he once said with palpitations that if his father missed a little more, one of his eyes would be over.

And now, everything on the young man's face, including the location and depth of this scar, is extremely familiar to Lin Zijin and slightly unfamiliar.

said familiar, because this young man's facial features were exactly the same as her husband Feng Qian in her previous life, and Lin Zijin was almost certain that this young man was Feng Qian.

said that it was strange, because Lin Zijin had never seen the juvenile version of Feng Qian, and when she first met Feng Qian in her previous life, Feng Qian was already twenty-four years old.