On the twenty-eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Mo Mo's parents flew home from the imperial capital in a hurry, and their faces were slightly tired.

The next day, Mo Mo's family went to the town's bazaar to buy New Year's goods.

It is said to be a small town, that is, a few streets, but during the Chinese New Year, the villagers of the nearby villages come to the market to shop.

Nowadays, as far as the eye can see, the streets are crowded with people, and vehicles cannot drive into the streets at all, so they have to park their cars outside the bazaar.

The streets of one or two hundred meters long are full of stalls selling New Year's goods, agricultural specialties that cannot be bought in the city, and some people in the city even drive down to the towns and villages to buy New Year's goods.

Mo Mo's hometown, the New Year's hobby of making big zongzi, northerners probably have never seen big zongzi, and they will ask curiously: "It's so big, how to cook it? How to eat it?"

The size of the zongzi wrapped in each family is different, and the larger the size of the family. The general practice is to cut the selected pork belly into small strips, add three flower wine, five-spice powder, refined salt and other condiments, half a catty of glutinous rice, together with two or three taels of shelled mung beans, wrap the dumpling leaves in the middle for the filling, and finally tie the dumpling leaves with hemp rope.

Mo Mo's family didn't buy many New Year's goods, mainly things wrapped in zongzi, a few local chickens, a few catties of beef, couplets, fireworks, etc.

After the family finished buying New Year's goods and returned home, they were busy preparing for the New Year.

Due to the climate and customs, most southerners are skilled cooks, or can ensure that the food is full of color and flavor, and the north and south have their own characteristics, and it is not possible to talk about who is the best, but most northerners will say that southerners can cook.

Mo Yao is also half a chef, and whoever organizes a red and white wedding in the village, he can also help the cook. He was busy frying the button meat, Ning Lanxin and Grandma Mo Mo made zongzi, Mo Wanqing helped tie the rope, and Mo Mo occasionally joined in to help out, and the family showed a pure Chinese local atmosphere.

The thirtieth night of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Once a year in the Spring Festival, Mohua Mo Yao's two families have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together, which is no different from previous years, and the difference may be that both families have money, the wine is better, and there is no difference in others. Mo Mo also doesn't like to eat abalone fish bones, and he doesn't like to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at the hotel. I still feel more at home.

Mo Mo didn't know if there was a New Year in the other world, anyway, he hadn't heard Shi Wu mention it, saying that the harvest season of the year was a day of celebration.

In the past few days, Mo Mo doesn't plan to go to the other world, he really wants to live a relaxed life.

Spring Festival Gala, although Mo Mo doesn't want to watch it, he also wants to recall some major events through the Spring Festival Gala, not to mention that it is rare to chat with his family to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

In the hall, several women wrapped zongzi around the dining table while watching the Spring Festival Gala. Several adult men sat on the sofa, smoking, watching TV, and chatting, while Mo Mo stayed away from the smoking area, leaning on the sofa, holding his hands to his chest, and interjecting from time to time to say a few words.

At about 10:40, after listening to Zhang Xueyou's song "The Age of Innocence", Mo Mo became sleepy, went back to the bedroom directly, and slept with his head covered.

As soon as the bell rang, it was just after the hour.

Approaching twelve o'clock, the villagers of Gaochao Village set off firecrackers and fireworks in advance. Mo Mo slept soundly, and the sound of firecrackers couldn't wake him up.

"Son, get up, get up and set off fireworks, your dad is going to set off firecrackers!" Ning Lanxin didn't see her son get up, afraid that he would miss the time to set off fireworks, so she came into the house and patted his quilt and shouted.

Mo Mo opened his hazy eyes, and before he could uncover the quilt, he heard bursts of firecrackers from the village, and said in a daze: "Just come!"

Mo Mo came to the courtyard and saw that his father had already lit firecrackers in the courtyard, and the crackling sound of firecrackers was so crisp and loud in the silent village. His sister covered her ears and hid far away, running straight into the house.

Mo Mo laughed out loud when he saw his sister's embarrassment. The thunderous sound of firecrackers also woke him up, and then looked at the night sky lit up by fireworks, and the joyful expressions of his parents, happiness also overflowed from his heart and flowed all over his body.

It's like a New Year's holiday.

After setting off the firecrackers, Mo Wanqing impatiently took out the fireworks and placed them in the yard.

There are not many fireworks at home, only a hundred yuan, all of which are bought by his sister, but in previous years, he bought them in a hurry.

"Little brother, will you light the fireworks?" Mo Wanqing took the lit Buddha incense and turned back to ask her younger brother.

"You order, I can't run fast!" Mo Mo said with a grin.

"Hmph, don't give you something!" Mo Wanqing pursed her lips proudly, and when she squatted down to light the fire, Mo Mo shouted "pop", which made her jump away from the fireworks and tremble, and the Buddha incense was thrown away directly, causing her family to laugh.

Mo Wanqing patted her little chest, turned her head and glared at her younger brother, and said angrily: "I'm scared to death! Don't shout nonsense, okay?"

Mo Mo didn't scare her sister this time, seeing her running away at any time, but she was a little scared, the weather was a little cold, her hands were trembling, and she didn't hit the fire after a few times with the Buddha incense, and a minute later, the Buddha incense she took wiped the line of fire, and when she saw the fire ignited, she immediately ran away.

After the electric light, when the fireworks suddenly burst into flames, dazzling the entire sky, Mo Wanqing shouted happily.

Mo Mo watched her sister bouncing around with fireworks and was happy for her.

That's all his sister did.

Mo Mo looked up at the sky, the dazzling fireworks disappeared quickly, and sighed: "Fireworks are fleeting, and red faces are easy to age." ”

Seeing that her son was still happy just now, Mo Mu sighed just now, and asked curiously: "Son, what's wrong?" ”

"Mom, I'm fine. Mo Mo didn't know why, he felt that he had suddenly lost interest in setting off fireworks, maybe he had seen too much in his previous life, and now he was feeling his life again.

Sometimes, knowing too much is not necessarily good, but rather annoying.

He was only twelve years old, and it seemed that he had lost the joy of childhood, which is really sad!

After the fireworks, Mo Mo lost his sleepiness, saw that his mother was still cooking zongzi in the kitchen, and went over to take a look.

The stove built with red bricks casually has a king-size old-fashioned aluminum pot on the shelf, the pot is full of zongzi, the lid of the pot will not be covered, the water vapor has been boiled, and the whole house is steaming, filled with the smell of zongzi leaves.

"It's only been boiled for an hour, the water has just been boiled, and the rice dumplings have to be boiled for seven hours before they are cooked, so you can go back to sleep and eat them. Mo Mu withdrew the over-burning match and faced her son with a gentle smile.

"Mom, I'm not in a hurry, come over and make a fire. Mo Mo brought a small stool, sat by the stove, stretched out his hands to remove the warmth, and chatted with his mother. Nearly two catties of zongzi have to be boiled for six or seven hours to cook, at least the glutinous rice is boiled to no rice grains.

In fact, he doesn't like to eat zongzi either, every time he celebrates the New Year, he just tastes it, and he will get tired of eating too much.

"Son, have you been gambling on stones recently?" The mother and son chatted for half an hour, Ning Lanxin asked everything, and also told him about the imperial capital.

"I haven't been there recently, but I plan to go to Pingzhou after the Chinese New Year, and if I can make money, I can buy some new houses." Mo Mo just gave his mother an ambiguous answer.

The house prices in the imperial capital have stopped falling, and there is a slight upward trend, he will not buy it again, if the bank loan policies around the country are fully implemented, those speculators will borrow money, and the house prices will rise wildly.