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Han Xian personally pasted the couplet he wrote himself at the gate, and then admired it triumphantly: "Big brother, the handwriting is good, right?

"Well, the style of the words is good, and the meaning of the couplet is good! Keep working hard, and you will be asked to write the couplet next year. ”

"Hey, hey. Han Xian scratched his head, his eldest brother didn't scold him with a poisonous tongue, he was a little embarrassed. In previous years, their Spring Festival couplets were prepared early and asked for by the Li family, but this year their two families had a conflict, and they were embarrassed to come to the door with a shy face, so they had to write it themselves. However, his handwriting seems to be a little better than Li Lao Xiucai's.

"Brute cow, have you eaten?" Uncle Li took his grandson and was about to go home. "Yo, who wrote your Spring Festival couplets? "Uncle Li is illiterate and doesn't know what is written on the Spring Festival couplets, but the words are very good-looking, better than the ones he bought on the street.

"I wrote it!"

"Yo, that's amazing, your family will have a show next year. Go back and write me a pair, I still have red paper at home, I went to cut it. ”

"——?" Uncle Li is very neat, and before Han Xian's modest words can be spoken, he runs away with his grandson. Han Xian scratched his head: "Big brother, I'm afraid I can't write well." "It doesn't matter if your Spring Festival couplets are ugly, but there is pressure to write them to others.

"It's okay, practice calligraphy. Han Xuan patted him on the shoulder, went in the door to kill the chicken, and his daughter-in-law was still waiting for the stew.

Uncle Li raised his voice and boasted all the way that Han Xian's Spring Festival couplets were well written, and then the people who didn't go to Li's house to ask for Spring Festival couplets and those who didn't buy the desirable Spring Festival couplets all held the red paper on Han's house.

Looking at the crowded heads, Han Xian greeted with a smile, and then wrote the Spring Festival couplets one by one according to their meanings......

"The kid of the Han family is much more talented than Li Xiucai, look at this word, um, well, three points into the bone!" Luo Wang carefully held the Spring Festival couplets that had not dried in ink and praised.

"It's three points. ”

"Hehe, the key is not to beg in a low voice. ”

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After writing the Spring Festival couplets, Han Xian diligently cleaned up the tables and chairs, and then took the bean sprouts to paste the door god, paste the blessing character, paste the window flower, and change the peach charm.

Zhang Xiaofeng only vomited once when she was infused with blood sausage, and she didn't feel uncomfortable later, so today she was also busy with Luo Qinian in front of and behind the stove, but Han Jie was not at ease, and he also followed her back of her buttocks.

It wasn't until the beginning of Shen Shi that Luo Qinian was busy with a large table of good dishes. The chicken, duck and fish are full of quantity and fine, and the vegetarian dishes are carved like works of art.

Father Han took Han Xuan's brothers to worship the ancestors of heaven and earth, lit a long roll of firecrackers, and the family gathered around the table to eat.

"This year, the eldest married his daughter-in-law, the second child held the child, and the third family was also pregnant. Father Han raised his wine glass, "The fourth child is also very good when he is admitted to Songhe Academy, I hope you will come back next year so that our family's fields do not have to pay taxes." Xiu'er, you are good, you can rest assured as a father. ”

Everyone was sad, toasted and drank it all, and the fragrant meal tasted in their mouths but had no taste.

"Hey, the new year is goodbye to the old and the new is welcome, the new year is new, and everything will be good next year!" Han Xian said with a funny voice. The table swept away the dull atmosphere and became relaxed.

After the meal, it was still early, and Han's father took his sons to the village to watch the gambling cards. There are several types of gambling cards, and the most common ones during the Spring Festival are betting on frogs and throwing dice. Throwing dice is very simple, the dealer sits in the bank, the gambler bets on the size, bets on the right wins, and the wrong loses. Simple and clear, there are many gamblers, layers of circles, and the atmosphere is very lively. Betting on the frog is more complicated, the dealer seat in front of a square drawing, the grid is full of various animals, the gambler guesses the animal according to the sign, guesses the right win, on the contrary, the dealer wins. This game is complicated, but there are many people in the village who claim to be smart, so they also circled several times.

Han's father is not good at gambling, but he likes to watch the excitement, and he will place a few bets when he sees the excitement, whether he wins or loses, he has the right to join in the fun. The people in the village are not good at gambling, and they only indulge themselves to play a few games throughout the year, so everyone does not gamble much, and everyone in the village can afford to play. Even a child with a few pocket pockets can buy a handful of frogs.

Luo Qinian had never seen gambling money, so she had been itching since she saw Han Xuan and the others going out, and she was absent-minded when kneading the dough and making dumplings, and the flour was poured onto the cutting board.

"Sister-in-law likes to gamble?" Zhang Xiaofeng quipped.

"No, I don't like gambling, I'm just curious. ”

"Let the eldest brother take you to play two games tomorrow. ”

"Good!"

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Han Xiu misses Lee Hyun-in. She was sad, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't help pretending to be happy in front of people. Because she knows that the New Year is taboo, even if it hurts her Han's mother, she hates to see tears. There was no way, she avoided her family, secretly hid a box of good meals and secretly ran to Uncle Niu's door, begging Uncle Niu to take her to town.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, there are big singers and jugglers in the town, so there are many people who go to the town to play on this day. Her request to go to the town was not abrupt, and no one in the Han family knew that she was not at home.

As the sky gets darker, the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village is full of red lanterns, and all of them are lit when it gets dark. The banyan tree does not shed its leaves in winter, and the green trees and red lanterns are brilliant and beautiful.

Elderly people step out of their homes and gather under the trees to make intimate and warm family meals or reminisce about the past. Groups of children accompany their grandparents to listen to ancient lectures, or groups of three or five laugh games, showing off their new clothes and delicious snacks.

The eldest girls and new daughters-in-law can also go to the house to play after they are busy with work. On Chinese New Year's Eve, the door is closed.

The old Han family, Luo Qinian also welcomed his own guests.

Li Erniu, Luo Caiyue and several other little girls came to Han's house to play with Luo Qinian hand in hand.

"Ah, Qi Nian, the dumplings you make look so good, can you teach me?" Luo Caiyue has no talent for cooking, but she likes cooking skills very much.

"Okay. Luo Qinian picked up a thin dumpling wrapper and taught her to wrap it step by step. However, the dumplings pinched out by Luo Qinian's hands have thin skin and meat, and their stomachs are swollen like ingots. And Luo Caiyue pinched out not much of the dumpling filling, not to mention, one dumpling skin was pinched and leaked, and another dumpling skin was taken to make up for the leakage, and a spoonful of filling was wrapped in several layers of dumpling skin.

"This dumpling is definitely undercooked. Li Erniu secretly teased Luo Caiyue with Luo Qinian, but she saw Luo Caiyue, and hated her so much that she knocked her hand with chopsticks.

Luo Qinian laughed: "It's okay, the thick skin can be fried raw or steamed into buns." ”

"You're just frying, you're just buns. I'm making dumplings!" Luo Caiyue said angrily, but when she lowered her eyes and looked at the fat "dumplings" that couldn't stand up, she couldn't help but feel a little weak. Kuaishou pulled the dumpling skin and re-wrapped it, and she didn't believe that she couldn't wrap it up as a good-looking ingot!

This is called the New Year. Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the smiling sister-in-law and little girls, envious and happy at the same time.