Twenty-three, candy sticky; Twenty-four, the day of house sweeping; Twenty-five, push millet millet; Twenty-six, go to hang the meat; Twenty-seven, slaughtering a chicken; Twenty-eighth, put the face hair; Twenty-nine, steamed steamed buns; Thirty nights of one night, the first day of the new year twisted and twisted. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Before dawn on the thirtieth day of the seventh year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Li Sanzhong, the chief steward who was now in charge of only half of the Li Mansion, had already risen under the service of his wife. Today was a big day, he got up early, wore a dark pattern Hangzhou forging robe with a dark pattern of Xuanqing arabesque, and wore a pair of black felt wool boots, and waited for his old wife to arrange his hair for him - pull up his hair bun, and then put on a black silk old man's scarf; After purifying the noodles, I dipped the tooth wood of the peach branch in the water with willow branches, locust branches, and mulberry branches, added ginger juice, and boiled the toothpaste with fine spices, and brushed my teeth carefully.

The little guy brought him breakfast, vegetable porridge and meat sauce, and then steamed buns and kohlrabi and other things, he looked carefully, there was no green onion, ginger and leek, etc., so he sat down to eat, hurriedly took a few bites, and did not know what it tasted like, so he got up and wore the indigo pattern sprinkled with gold cotton everywhere and walked towards the outer courtyard.

It's going to be really busy today. The chief steward kept walking on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was thinking endlessly-the sacrifices and other items were prepared in advance, and the sacrificial vessels were scrubbed and cleaned, which was also done after they were done, and there were sprinkles and sweeps everywhere, and they were on duty everywhere, worshipping ancestors in the morning, keeping vigil at night, and fire prevention at night, all of which Li Sanzhong's mind was not idle for a moment.

While thinking about it, he walked to the main house in the backyard, where Li Yongzhong now lived. Because the young head of the family has not yet married a wife, let alone other concubines, the backyard and front yard are not as tightly guarded as when Li Qi was alive. Even so, the cautious Li Sanzhong still stopped at the door of the main room, Wutong signed up for him to pass the word, and Li Yongzhong came in lightly, and the chief steward picked up the front swing and stepped into the door.

When Li Qi was there, no matter where he was, there were many rich and noble things in the house, and there were many gold and jade bonsai on the Duobao Pavilion, Ruyi, and all kinds of mascots; But now where Li Sanzhong saw, the furnishings of the past have basically been replaced, and now pine and bamboo are common, except for a few ornaments of sheep fat jade, and the ornaments that the chief steward is familiar with are almost replaced by books or wood.

He even saw a small wooden fan cart in the lattice where there used to be a pair of multi-treasure inlaid gold vases, and seeing that his eyes had been lingering on it, Li Yongzhong, who was having dinner, smiled, showing a clear expression, obviously knowing very well what the chief steward was thinking--he had already seen Wutong's exact expression when he asked Wutong to find him this thing.

Xu is going to celebrate the New Year, and even his mood is better. Li Yongzhong put down the chopsticks, and explained to Li Sanzhong: "I occasionally see it in the grocery store, and I think it's interesting, so I buy it back." He smiled again, looked at the chief steward who was still depressed, and said seriously: "In this room, the original is too grandiose, I am still young, it is better to be simple." ”

asked Li Sanzhong again: "It's too early, does Uncle Li use any food?" Without waiting for him to answer, Li Yongzhong had already instructed Wutong to say: "Add a pair of dishes and chopsticks to the chief steward." ”

Li Sanzhong is only the only one.

Li Yongbo also got up early in the morning. He hasn't been to his wife Chen's room for a long time recently, and has been staying in the west wing of his concubine Yihong. It must be said that he was quite amused by Yihong - his wife devoted almost all of her attention to her frail eldest son, and she was originally a virtuous and gentle woman, and Yihong was certainly incomparable, but the latter's coquettishness and obedience gave Li Yongbo great satisfaction. Especially Yihong's mind is smart, Li Yongbo gradually developed the habit of discussing things with her, usually, Yihong's ideas are always one or two times quite effective.

He gradually did not want to return to his wife's main house, and his eyes on his eldest son gradually became strange. Of course he loved his son, but ...... Li Yongbo will also suddenly have a thought at some point, maybe his second son will be a smart, able to run, jump, and healthy child.

And the eldest son is completely different.

"Master, Steward Li from Zhongguan'er's courtyard sent someone to ask, what is the method of ancestor worship this year?" The servant whispered at the door in fear, "The steward said that the hour is about to be missed, please hurry up." ”

Li Yongbo, who was holding his hands flat and letting Yi Hong dress him, laughed and said lazily: "Isn't that little bastard now the self-proclaimed head of the family?" Why bother asking me? Didn't he always take me as a brother seriously? ”

The servant outside the door only resignedly: "That, that old man ......"

The third aunt Yihong's voice sounded: "Our master is a grandson, and the master should not let him do such a major event as worshipping his ancestors." You go and tell Li Sanzhong, just say that the old man is the eldest and has his own manners, since the second uncle is a branch, although he is the head of the family, but this year is the first year after the old lady leaves, there are some rules, we still don't want to ignore it. This was followed by Li Yongbo's arrogant laughter.

Li Sanzhong quietly retracted the foot that was about to enter the courtyard, he listened for a while with a wooden face, turned around and walked out. The accompanying errand boy was stunned, and hurriedly caught up and asked softly: "Steward, aren't we going to look for the uncle?" ”

The chief steward stood still, glared at him coldly, and walked out with a sad face, until he turned out of the courtyard door, he stopped, turned around, and shouted viciously at this usually well-behaved personal servant: "You are clever!" Just talk a lot! Why don't you look for a needle and thread to sew it up! ”

After saying this, he was especially angry, and he paced twice with his hands behind his back on the terrazzo bluestone floor tiles, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water, and the calmer his face was, the more the evil fire in his heart could not be quelled. He watched Li Yongbo grow up, and he knew his virtue, and besides, there was a difference between master and servant, he didn't dare to complain, but what kind of thing was that third aunt?! The who was carried back by a soft sedan chair when the old lady Li Qi was seriously ill. Son, now it's shaking off too!?

Barely holding back a mouthful of resentment that had almost turned into substance, Li Sanzhong squinted his eyes and looked at the sky that had revealed the whiteness of the fish belly for a while, and when he lowered his head again, he was already the respectful head of the Li Mansion on weekdays, he was silent for a while, patted the trembling little guy on the head, and said lightly: "In the future, talk less and watch more, ask less and listen more!" You are also fifteen or sixteen years old, and in two years, I will ask Zhong Guan'er for a favor and let you go to the well field to be a steward, which is a hundred times better than meeting in the back house - this is a real future! ”

Liu Sankui came out with a smell of incense and candles from the ancestral hall, and his personal servants and followers did not dare to go in, so they were waiting for him outside the courtyard of Sanjin. In the cold weather, Liu Sankui wore a straight body of mink fleece escorted from Liaodong and Shu Jin Fangsheng copper coin plain face, wearing a top Dongpo scarf on his head, and the smile on his square and dignified face was gentle and natural, and he walked out of the ancestral hall door with a smile and a smile with his relatives, and the little guy who had been waiting for a long time outside immediately trotted up, respectfully gave him a satin coat, and then he bowed his hands to others, said goodbye again and again, and went back to his own carriage.

Putting down the car curtain, the originally kind look gradually disappeared from Liu Sankui's face. He leaned on a small table in the carriage, casually took out a slightly hot tea bowl from the tea nest and drank two sips, lowered his eyes and watched the surface of the tea ripple slightly as the carriage walked, and said without hearing joy and anger for a while: "You said that this year's ancestor worship in the Li Mansion is in charge of each side of the house?" ”

The middle-aged man sitting opposite him owed his body and said cautiously: "Listen to the words from the uncle's children's courtyard, it is true. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but add: "Master, forgive the villain for one more word, even though the uncle is not a complete instrument, but the Zhong Guan'er of the Li family is not easy to get along with." Let's insert many people into the Li family's well field with great fanfare, what the hell is this...... Something is wrong, right? ”

Liu Sankui snorted and said leisurely: "What's wrong?" I'm Boguan'er's serious uncle! Speaking of which, when he, Li Yongzhong, saw me, he also had to shout uncle! Besides, it's true that I sent someone to the Li family's well site, but this was personally invited by my good nephew! It's not that my Liu family is dead-skinned, and I must go to the Li family's fart ditch! ”

He glanced at the middle-aged man, reluctantly sat up straight, and while feeling the handle Ruyi to play with it in his hand, he said to his confidant: "Steward Feng, the current situation is very different from when Li Qi's old guy was alive. Li Yongzhong seems to be shrewd, but in fact he is useless inside, and he actually spit out the fat in his hand - don't tell me anything about the patriarchal family, the shopping mall is like a battlefield, you can only advance, you can't retreat, but what about him? Liu Sankui sneered, let out a long breath, and said: "Hehe, speaking of which, I should really thank my good nephew, if it wasn't him, how could I have the opportunity to reach out to this gift?" ”

Steward Feng smiled, came over and slapped Liu Sankui on the back and said, "The master is wise." However, if this is not my own uncle, how can I think of helping? Speaking of which, this manual and other things, Boguan'er doesn't care about anything, the water picker is hired on the well field, or the account taken from our house, I can show Boguan'er, but it doesn't mean that we want to take advantage of Boguan'er! ”

Liu Sankui scolded with a smile: "You cunning old and cunning thing!" ”

Inside the carriage, there was a smug laugh from the master and servant.

The air is filled with all kinds of fragrances, the smell of gunpowder from firecrackers fills the streets and alleys of Fushun, even the flowers on the streets are gone, and the pedestrians who are still on the road seem to have wings in their hearts, and their bodies are like returning home. As time passed, the faint sunlight did not last long, and the night quickly enveloped the land like thick ink and water, and after a while, the sound of laughter and exploding firecrackers mingled, and colorful fireworks burst into the night sky, illuminating half of the sky like a picture.

The seventh year of the apocalypse is over.