Chinese New Year's Eve seems to be integrated with the Spring Festival many times, but in fact, it is not, Chinese New Year's Eve is Chinese New Year's Eve, and Spring Festival is Spring Festival. The www.biquge.info Chinese New Year's Eve is the last night of the lunar month, the first day of the lunar new year.

Chinese New Year's Eve is a festival to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, Vientiane is renewed, and it is also a traditional ancestor worship festival throughout the year. But for the people of Wangjiazhuang, this is not the case.

The history of Wangjiazhuang is not very long, because of the geographical location, it has been a place of frequent wars since ancient times, and the wars have made the people here keep going and a group of new people have come again, until the end of the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, there is no temple here, and there is not even the custom of worshipping ancestors, and even the sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner has been changed here to noon, and in the evening, it is a dumpling meal. However, there is a custom here that can be described as unique to the region. That is, on the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, before the sun comes out, go to the cemetery to grave the deceased ancestors.

The process is very simple, just bring some cannonballs, bring a jug of water to serve as wine, and then some paper money. When you go to the grave, you light the paper money, chant a few words, and then sprinkle the "wine" around the fire, and then let off the cannonball.

Finally, the grave is filled with a few shovels of soil with the shovel brought, which is called a round grave. It means that repairing the dwelling of the ancestors is almost what every time you go to the grave.

After going to the grave, you can go home, especially at this time, pay special attention and do not look back. It is said that once you look back, you will bring home the lonely ghosts in the cemetery, and then naturally you will have nightmares and bad luck.

When Wang Yong returned from the cemetery, the sky was still full of stars. The cold northwest wind blew in through the open window, which made him shiver and immediately closed the window.

The wide open high beams pierced the dark night sky, like a sharp sword cutting through the dark curtain of the night, shooting straight into the distance. With the slight sound of the engine, Wang Yong began to return home. Compared with before, Wang Yong has long been driving alone to visit the graves of his ancestors. In the past, my father followed, and occasionally my younger brother Wang Liang would go.

To do this kind of thing, women are never allowed to go, it is all the work of the men in the family. And when the children in the family are older, it is usually the boys who do it.

Since he was in junior high school, Wang Yong began to drive alone to the graveyard in the early morning before dawn on Chinese New Year's Eve. Because I went by car, that little distance was not too difficult.

If you walk, you will suffer. First, the cemetery is far away from home, and it takes at least ten or twenty minutes to walk. In the winter, the northwest wind that can blow into people's bones is not so easy to bear!

Second, if the lights are blind, even if they turn on the flashlight and walk alone in the village in the quiet night, the timid ones will definitely be frightened and scream a few times from time to time.

When I got home, my father and brother were still lying under the covers. Wang Yong glanced at them enviously, turned around and washed his face, and began to help his mother prepare breakfast.

The breakfast on Chinese New Year's Eve was not very particular, ordinary rice porridge, fried a bowl of soybean sprouts made by themselves. The self-made soybean sprouts are different from the ones sold, similar to the soybeans in the dish code in the old Beijing fried noodles, but the local bean sprouts have a small sprout.

Wangjiazhuang has the habit of sending bean sprouts at home in winter, even if the days are good, this habit does not seem to have been thrown away, and the housewives of each family will still follow the ancient tradition.

Pick out the good soybeans produced in your own field, those that are broken and shriveled, as long as the good soybeans are round and plump. Soak in water until it has absorbed enough water, then pour out the water and cover it with a damp cloth.

Put the pot of soaked bean sprouts in the hottest place on the kang head, and after a few days, when you lift the wet cloth and take a look, you will find that the soybeans have sprouted sharp small sprouts.

This is the best time to eat soybean sprouts!

It's very simple to make a home-cooked meal, heat the bottom oil in a pan, add chopped green onions and stir-fry until fragrant, add simple seasonings, salt and soy sauce, and if you add some five-spice powder, it would be great. Finally, add the soybean sprouts and stir-fry quickly with a spatula. If the heat is not well controlled, dry the pot and pour some water appropriately.

After a few minutes, the soybean sprouts are ready to cook! Hot, fragrant soybean sprouts used to be the best food for the villagers in winter! At least that's what Wang Yong thinks, in his eyes, this home-style vegetarian fried soybean sprouts is much better than tofu and tofu skins that are also made from soybeans!

"I don't need you, hurry up and put a few cannons, and then we will eat!"

Wang Yong nodded, but too. At this time, the village was already under fire, and the fireworks set off by various houses filled the whole village with an unpleasant smell of gunsmoke.

For those experts advocating the ban on fireworks, at this moment, Wang Yong feels that there seems to be a little bit of truth. But that's all there is to it, and it is absolutely impossible to get them to agree.

If you don't let fireworks go off during the Chinese New Year, then what's the point of this New Year? Even the taste of the New Year will feel a little less, and I feel uncomfortable all over, and I always feel that something is missing.

"Don't forget to put a few in your grandmother's yard!"

"Got it!"

With a promise, Wang Yong lifted the thick cotton curtain and walked out of the house and came to the courtyard. Brought out a bundle of two kickers from the west wing that was used as a storage room, and took out two hanging whips with 10,000 heads, and after thinking about it, he moved a few barrels of fireworks.

Carrying a hanging whip and two buckets of fireworks, he came to the courtyard of his grandmother's side first. The old lady went back to the capital to celebrate the New Year with her son, and yesterday she called and said that she wanted to come back. It is said that it is not comfortable to live in the city, not as good as in the village!

It's just that she herself knows that this is impossible, so she asked Wang Yong to help her take care of the greenhouse in the courtyard. Fortunately, the dog she raised was brought back to the capital by her, otherwise Wang Yong would have to put the phone to his ear and chat with the local dog who had become a big guy.

Light the whip with a cigarette butt and throw it into the open area. There was a crackling explosion accompanied by bursts of flashes, so that Wang Yong had to turn around, cover his ears, and bend down to flee from here.

A little farther away, then two barrels of fireworks were placed, and after lighting them casually, I craned my neck and watched them rush into the sky with a spark, and a firework exploded in the night, splashing in all directions, reflecting a red sky.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, in addition to eating a good meal, watching the annual Spring Festival Gala, the legendary fireworks to scare the monster "Nian" are also an absolutely indispensable activity from the village.

Especially in recent years, as everyone has become richer and richer, more and more money has been spent on it. From the single two kicks and hanging whips, to the current various fireworks, the night sky on Chinese New Year's Eve has become more colorful.

Fireworks are set off on this day, and the locals have a saying. This is called Collapse Poverty! It means that setting off these fireworks can destroy poverty. Just because of this baseless gimmick, I don't know how many people have spent a lot of unjust money boldly.

Listen to the explosion that has been resounding in the early morning, and look at the fireworks in the sky, you will know how much money the people of Wangjiazhuang have invested for this gimmick.

It has started sporadically since Wang Yong got up early to go to the grave, and it has definitely been more than two hours now. From the sporadic explosion at the beginning, to the sound later, the explosion in the sky has not stopped, reflecting the whole village as if it were day.

Back in the yard, with the first batch of second kicks blowing up into the sky, the father and younger brother who were hiding in the quilt, especially the younger brother, couldn't take care of sleeping anymore, so they quickly got up, hurriedly got dressed, and didn't care about the others who also came to the courtyard to join Wang Yong's team, and set off fireworks and firecrackers.

The fireworks in the sky also seem to symbolize the prosperity of the village, and against the backdrop of the two kicks that continue to rise into the sky and the fireworks bombs that explode in all directions, it is a scene of happiness and happiness in the world.

After breakfast, my father went to Liu Biao to play mahjong rarely. In fact, he doesn't have this hobby at all, it's just that everyone plays with the card, and he will join in the fun during the New Year. In fact, most of the time he sent money to other people.

It is precisely because of the more losses and fewer wins that it is very popular with those players in the village these days. As long as anyone forms a bureau, it is indispensable to notify in person or call over. I made an appointment with Uncle Biao yesterday and went to his house to play today, so my father put down his job early in the morning and ran over to fish for the book.

As for my mother, I cleaned up the table and left the house without saying a word, not knowing who I went to. As Wang Hai's daughter-in-law and Wang Yong's mother, she is also a welcome guest wherever she goes.

The younger brother doesn't have to worry about him, before he finished eating, a bunch of friends came to the door in twos and threes, and his popularity was not inferior to Wang Yong. All of them were full of scattered firecrackers, and a few of them even carried a small second kick in their hands.

It's the New Year, and they're the happiest. You can't have delicious food, you can still play every day, and you can shoot guns every day, as for the New Year's money, no one cares about that money in Wangjiazhuang.

Even these children, who have not grown up, usually have a lot of pocket money in their hands. Thanks to the family planning policy, there are only two or three children at most in every household.

There is no shortage of money at home, and of course the children cannot be treated badly. Therefore, their usual pocket money is naturally indispensable. Even if any parent is ruthless, it is useless to strictly regulate this area.

If you don't give it, people will naturally ask for it from the person who gave it. Mom and Dad don't give it, and grandparents. There are uncles, aunts, aunts, brothers and sisters who don't have grandparents, and there are always those who feel sorry for them and will satisfy them.

It is good that Wang Yong is left at home, so that he can devote himself to the preparation of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at noon.

The menu was finalized by the whole family a few days ago, and all the ingredients were prepared. What should be dealt with is almost done, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed. (To be continued.) )