He Xianglan cried a lot, wrapped the zongzi neatly with her hands and feet, and put it in a big pot to cook, which took several hours. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He Xianglan quickly forgot about this matter for the time being in her busy work, but An Jiajia didn't.

An Jiajia sat at the base of the wall, staring at the ground in front of her, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Woo, master," Da Bai lay at her feet, rubbing his head against her feet, as if trying to comfort An Jiajia's depressed mood.

After An Jiajia learned about this, she really had everything in her heart.

First of all, He Xianglan didn't owe Wang Shuiqin anything in this matter, even if she felt guilty, she should have paid it off after so many years, He Xianglan really didn't have to let Wang Shuiqin do this.

Secondly, An Jiajia is very worried about Li Zhibing, living with such a grandmother, she doesn't know what his future will be.

"Da Bai, do you think Li Zhibing is very pitiful?" An Jiajia asked with her hand touching the white hair.

"Wang, master, do you want to go and see him?" Dabai wagged his tail and barked twice.

"No, I don't dare to go to his house, that old woman is fierce!" An Jiajia is not so stupid, hasn't she been scolded enough in the morning? At this time, he was sent to the door to be scolded.

was made such a fuss by Wang Shuiqin, An Jiajia didn't have the heart to go out to play, and An Jiahe didn't dare to go out, for fear of being asked this and that.

An Jiahe helped He Xianglan sew clothes when she was at home during the day, and An Jiajia helped with housework, sitting under the wall in a daze when she had nothing to do, and her life was very boring.

On the morning of the Chinese New Year's Eve, An Guodong went out with the red paper he bought at the supply and marketing cooperative, and An Jiajia saw it and was very curious to follow.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Take the red paper and write couplets for others," An Guodong touched An Jiajia's head, "Do you want to go too?" ”

"Well," it was really boring to hold it at home for two days.

'Let's go!' An Guodong took An Jiajia and left, and Da Bai wagged his tail and hurriedly followed.

The place An Guodong went to was the ancestral hall in the village, and there was an old gentleman with a gray beard who set up a stall here to write couplets, and An Jiajia saw a group of people around from a distance.

"Dad, who is that?" An Jiajia couldn't see the old gentleman in the crowd, so she had to ask An Guodong.

"That's a teacher at your school, who has been retired for several years, and every Spring Festival he brings his own things to the village to write couplets."

I see, "Writing couplets, you should be able to make a little money, right?"

An Jiajia followed An Guodong to line up, the people who came here to write couplets brought their own red paper, and after the old gentleman finished writing the couplet, people gave some peanuts and potatoes and other things.

It was An Guodong's turn, An Guodong immediately spread the red paper he brought on the table, the old gentleman looked at An Guodong and asked, "What kind of couplet do you want?" ”

"Old man, I'm a farmer, how do I know this, you can read and write!"

An Jiajia stood on tiptoe and saw the old gentleman writing couplets on red paper, which were the kind of auspicious couplets that every family had during the New Year, which was very boring.

However, the old gentleman's writing is very good-looking, and the way he holds a brush is very standard and good-looking, although he is old, he has been standing there and writing, and he does not mean to be tired at all.

The old gentleman wore a long shirt and gray hair, and seemed to have been a man of learning all his life.

An Jiajia once felt that such an old gentleman must be very stubborn, or that he would only care about his own opinions on some things, regardless of other people's opinions.

But today, every time he writes a couplet, he asks people what they want to write, and he doesn't think they don't understand anything because they are farmers, he just looks at it himself.

The old gentleman respects people very much, and An Jiajia respects such an old gentleman very much.

An Guodong saw that he had written the couplet, and quickly picked it up, because the ink had not dried yet, so An Guodong stood next to him holding the couplet.

"Jiajia, quick, give the old gentleman something!"

An Jiajia handed the zongzi prepared by He Xianglan to the old gentleman with both hands, and said respectfully: "Thank you, old gentleman, for helping us write couplets!" ”

The old gentleman took the zongzi, touched his beard with a smile, and nodded with satisfaction with An Jiajia's actions.

An Guodong was also very happy, he knew that the old gentleman rarely smiled, it seemed that he liked An Jiajia quite a lot. An Guodong rolled up the couplet, took An Jiajia home.

After lunch, He Xianglan used glutinous rice to make a paste, and after it was done, An Guodong took An Yingying and An Yingyong to paste the couplet, and An Jiajia and An Jiahe gave He Xianglan a hand.

An Jiajia picked out the oranges, which were exchanged for potatoes with a family in the village. Oranges should be picked with leaves, and when they are cut from the tree, they must be two oranges connected together, so that the orange is called a right orange.

An Jiajia picked ten pairs, and then picked ten pairs of green onions and garlic and put them aside, and He Xianglan would be useful later.

An Jiahe is responsible for making red envelopes, each red envelope is one centimeter, ten are wrapped, and they are handed over to He Xianglan after wrapping.

"Jiahe, you and Jiajia tie the red envelope and the orange, onion and garlic with red rope, and your mother is going to kill the chicken and worship God." He Xianglan touched An Jiahe's head, and after speaking, she went to the backyard to catch chickens.

An Jiahe walked over to An Jiajia, put the red envelope on the table, and without saying a word, took the scissors to cut the red rope to the right length and tear it to the right size.

An Jiajia heard He Xianglan's words, An Jiahe didn't talk to her, she didn't have to speak, the two of them finished the work quietly.

He Xianglan killed a big rooster and put it on the tray after cleaning it up. He Xianglan came over to take a look, and then took the tied red envelope to the orange and hung it up.

In addition to one of the four incense burners at home, one should be hung in the faucet, granary, and doorway.

After He Xianglan put it away, she took some candy, a disassembled zongzi, glutinous rice balls, and oranges and put them on the tray, and put the onions, garlic, and oranges aside, and then prepared incense, candles, and paper money to worship God.

After He Xianglan worshipped around the house, she put everything in a big basket and walked to the door with it.

He Xianglan still needs to worship under the banyan tree, and she also needs to go to the ancestral hall to worship, An Jiajia looked at the basket of things and felt that it was manual work.

He Xianglan went out for a long time before returning, and when she came back, she didn't even have the effort to sit for a while, and immediately began to prepare for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

An Jiajia thinks this is a big meal of the year, and she can finally have a good meal tonight! An Jiajia and Da Bai were guarding the door of the kitchen, watching He Xianglan busy inside, and their saliva was about to flow down.

At this time, there was a lively shouting outside, and An Jiajia was very curious. Although she has only gone out with An Guodong in the morning since Wang Shuiqin came to the house, and she is at home the rest of the time, she is really curious at this time.

"Dabai, let's go, let's go and see!"