Later, the mother said that the uncle was young, and his two children were also small, even if the uncle didn't come, his two children should always come to pay New Year's greetings. Why didn't their children come, but our two older children went to pay New Year's greetings to them? My father has seen a lot of my uncle's practices, and my mother's rhetoric is reasonable. After that, at the behest of his father, the two families, who were originally brothers, completely broke off contact. Because, after the Spring Festival, my sister and I never went to my uncle's house to celebrate the New Year.

The relationship between my father and my uncle was completely stiff. As for the stubborn tempers of the two of them, it is useless to persuade anyone. What's more, due to the lack of prosperity, although the age of my father and uncle is not very old, they are of high seniority. They don't like it, and they don't give a good look to the people they persuade when they are short-tempered. After a long time, no one wants to do more about our family. The sinister and cunning ones are waiting to see the jokes of our family's infighting.

As for the seniority of our family, it may be difficult for everyone to have any gratitude for knowing. Below, I will give you a simple example, I think you can understand. The father, who valued family affection and filial piety, was arguably the most impressed by one of the many major events he had done in his life. Anyway, I've heard my father mention it more than once, and of course there is some pride in his words.

She is my wife, my father's grandmother. Although I didn't have a grandmother since I was a child, I have the shadow of my wife in my memory. Perhaps, she is the longest-lived person in our family. If it is considered a virtual age, then this wife of mine is a birthday star who has lived to be 100 years old.

There is a common saying in the countryside for the elderly to make birthdays, that is, "He Jiu does not congratulate ten". In fact, this idea is also reasonable. As you get older, it is very difficult to determine how long you will be able to live due to the decline of your physiology. If we say that we must be like young people, we must be "full 60", "full 70", "full 80...... If you celebrate it, you'll probably never be able to wait for that day to celebrate.

As the "ninety-nine" birthday of the father's grandmother, who has the highest life in the history of the family, is approaching, the people of the clan, whether direct or collateral, have begun to liven up, and everyone has expressed that they want to give the old man a grand birthday banquet. At that time, my father was at the peak of his career, and in today's parlance, "not bad money", so he agreed without hesitation.

Although such a birthday banquet is only limited to the clan, there are many people in the direct lineage. As far as the direct line is concerned, me, my sister, and my cousin, who just came out, are already in the fourth generation. But even if the infant cousin is in the family, there are many people who have to call him grandfather. Successive generations of descendants bow down (traditional birthday worship rituals) to bring great stimulation to the elderly.

The so-called great joy and great sorrow. Shortly after the jubilant birthday feast, my wife passed away from overstimulation. The wife is not only the oldest in the village, but also the most senior. Therefore, the white scene after the death of his wife is even more magnificent. The white things that can trigger the whole village are probably unprecedented in our local area.

The death of a centenarian, according to tradition, is to be done as a happy event. Of course, the "joy" here refers to the state of mind. People in the countryside feel that when they return to heaven when they are old, they not only do not need to be sad, but should also be happy. Except for the "joy" in the mentality, all other processes are carried out according to the white thing.

What impressed me the most was the preparation of filial piety. The sons of my wife, the so-called filial sons (my grandfathers), need to wear linen and filial piety; Grandchildren, it's the father's turn, and he only needs to wear a white hat; From grandchildren, and my generation, they need to wear red hats; If you are a later generation, you have to be cuckolded. The trouble is that there are younger generations (don't forget, there are also those who call me grandpa), what color hat should they wear? Nobody knows. Because even the most senior old man has never experienced such a scene. Eventually, my father said, later, later...... , it is a uniform cuckold.

According to our custom, the hats of the younger generations must be uniformly produced by my family. Who would have imagined that the whole village would be full of all ages? As long as people come, you have to send a hat! So, I bought several rounds of white, red, and green cloth alone, and all the neighbors rushed to help make hats. That's the stuff for that alone. From this, it is not difficult to see that as the commander-in-chief of this incident, my father assigned and dispatched many tasks in a day, and how many emergencies he had to deal with urgently.

It was the grandest white event I've ever seen in my life. Crowds around the clock, red hats, green hats everywhere. The seven rooms in front of and behind my house (even though there were many and large houses at that time, it was because of this that the village used to use my family's new tiled house as a kindergarten classroom) was almost overcrowded.

Such popularity, the completion was beyond my father's expectations. Since they are here, you have to invite them to dinner. And so, another unexpected scene appeared. It's definitely the only thing I've ever seen in my life. All the invitees, after coming, directly picked up two bowls, put a certain amount of food in two bowls mouth-to-mouth, and then went straight home.

It was the strangest treat I've ever seen. My father had long expected that there would be a lot of people, so he set up more than a dozen tables at once. At the time, it was quite a spectacle. But the dozen or so tables were all empty, and there was not a single person. It's not that our family is too bad and no one comes to cheer. In fact, there are more people coming. However, there was no one at the dinner table. It's not that they've all finished eating and left, but that no one has sat down at all the time.

Seeing the grand scene of the crowd, my father did not plan to complete the task of entertaining the guests at one time. Therefore, in my father's plan, I was going to use a running water mat. Who would have thought that his father's plan would be extraordinarily successful. Perhaps, since the word "flowing water banquet" appeared, there is no banquet more worthy of the word "flowing water" than this white banquet in our family. There was an endless stream of people who came to the feast, and everyone put the two bowls full of food together, and then left very decisively. It definitely doesn't take them more than two minutes. Coming and going, the flow of people is endless, like incorruptible water. The name "flowing water" is really the most appropriate.