On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the day of the Shangyuan Festival.

Song Fusheng and the adults, each of them only eats a modern five-cent coin-sized Lantern Festival.

It is called Lantern Festival in the north and Tangyuan in the south.

The filling is a little brown sugar and a little sesame seeds.

When Qian Peiying was eating, she asked Song Fusheng: "Huh?" It's so small, how did you say they got in, they're so talented. ”

Song Fusheng asked rhetorically: "Can you still eat the filling?" I didn't get it. ”

Si Zhuang happened to carry two buckets of water to send the pepper base.

Song Fusheng asked him: "Sizhuang, have you eaten the Lantern Festival, are you eating the stuffing?" ”

Si Zhuang pursed his chapped lips and shook his head.

Put it in the mouth and slip, and as soon as the throat moves, I accidentally swallow it whole. Didn't taste it at all.

That's it, Grandpa can't bear it.

In his old man's opinion, don't look at the Lantern Festival so small, but it can't stop us from having a lot of people, and one person also wastes a lot of glutinous rice.

Adults can eat or not, waste.

The little babies are two to four per person.

The younger you get, the more you get.

However, like the eldest girl and the second girl, they were brothers and sisters, but they actually only ate one, and saved one of the two they got and gave it to Song Jinbao.

Song Poria also got two.

At this time, he and Mi Shou were holding a small bowl, sitting on the kang, and the two sisters were eating face to face with a quilt around their waists.

Mi Shou gave his sister one, and the two sisters became three per person, equal.

Mi Shou eats very economically, spits it out of his mouth, and says to his sister with a smile as if he can do magic:

"Look, sister, I still have three."

"Sister, can you see it? I bit down a little bite, and the sugar flowed out. ”

Song Lingling hurriedly ate her own three before saying, "As for Brother Ma, you have eaten so much meat in your Chinese New Year's Eve, there should be no shortage of these in your stomach." ”

Mi Shou blinked: "Thirty-one meals can last a year?" ”

Song Fuling choked.

"Eat quickly, I'll count to five, if you eat so disgusting again, I'll grab it and eat it all."

The two of them didn't send out the rice bowl after eating, so they put it on the edge of the kang, covered with a big quilt, and the sisters lay on the kang and chatted, and Mi Shou pillowed on the sister's lap.

Song Fuling asked Mi Shou, before escaping the famine, did you go out to see the excitement during the Shangyuan Festival?

"When I was young, I knew it was fun to be carried out."

"Use the words you've learned."

"The lights are shining, the crowds are crowded, uh, praying for a good couple."

"What, what?" Song Fuling shook off the little brain melon that was pillowed on her lap: "Where did you hear it, nonsense." ”

"Hee-hee-hee." Mi Shou's hair was scattered, his little face was hot and red, and he giggled with a smile, as if he couldn't amuse himself.

"Sister, then what do you say about the Shangyuan Festival? You describe it to me, too. ”

Song Fuling put her hands behind her head and sighed before she spoke.

Since stabilizing down, the festival I have been looking forward to the most is the Lantern Festival.

When I came here, I didn't have any entertainment, I worked at dawn and slept at night.

If it weren't for the support of the interesting thing of learning to read and write, I would be bored to death, and I would have begun to look forward to the festival.

Because it's described as fun by the orb.

In Baozhu's mouth, Shangyuan Festival is the friendliest day of the year for girls.

I heard that the Shangyuan Festival here can be called a small long holiday.

From the eighth day of the first month, the lights go down on the seventeenth night of the first month.

After seventeen, it was called for a perfect ending to the Spring Festival celebration.

Fu Yuanzi, that is, Tangyuan, Song Fuling put her arms around her brother and relayed what Baozhu told her:

"The ones sold outside are much better than what we cook.

When you are almost stunned and rubbing your hands in the cold, find a street stall and order a bowl of floating yuan to eat.

When the bowl is brought out, the cold wind blows, and through the light of the lanterns, you can see the hot air bubbling on the bowl.

You can order a bowl with a variety of fillings.

Take a bite, there is white sugar, there is sesame filling.

Bean paste, yellow cinnamon, walnut kernels, nuts, jujube paste filling.

There is also a younger brother with meat filling, which can be meat or vegetarian. ”

Mi Shou was in his sister's arms, his eyes were shining, and his mouth was unconsciously secreting sparkling silver threads.

Song Lingling swallowed and foamed after speaking, because Baozhu also told her a lot of street food, and at this time, she drooled when she recalled it in her heart, but she couldn't say anything about eating.

"Brother, imagine that our family is celebrating the festival in Fengtian City right now. You're sitting on my dad's shoulders with the candy man in your hand. ”

"Sister, lift two."

"Well, two, a little rabbit, a little monkey. The four of us, talking and laughing, shuttled under various lanterns. Brother, there are 12 zodiac lanterns, as well as lanterns for Dapeng to spread their wings, and all the small lanterns you like have them. If you can win the lantern, you only need to match the pair. ”

"Then my uncle will definitely be able to win lanterns for the two of us."

"Of course, when you are rare, with a finger from the sugar man, your uncle will definitely come forward to ask for the lantern riddle under the lantern, and will say: Xiaosheng is not talented, and then look at it and smile slightly, and say the answer."

In the stove room, the four Zhuang and the cow shopkeeper turned their heads to look at Song Fusheng in unison.

Song Fusheng was holding Qian Peiying at this time, telling him not to enter the house and not to disturb the two children's lust.

Just listen to what they have to say.

"Brother, after we win the two lanterns, we can't be greedy, otherwise your uncle will be right, and others should not have a sense of participation. If you want to turn your head and take us away, let the people who are watching the lantern riddle but can't match it give him a thumbs up on his back. This is called deep hidden merit and fame. ”

"No, sister, you can't have both, you have to win one for your aunt, you quickly let your uncle go back to the right one."

"Yes, yes, I went back again.

Your uncle picked one of the most beautiful lanterns.

This riddle was a bit difficult, and he pondered before he said the right answer.

Then, in the eyes of the crowd, with envy in their eyes, hand your aunt a lantern.

And after handing it over, under the illumination of red, yellow, blue and purple lanterns, I will solemnly hug my fist at your aunt, and bow to the end, to say, my wife has worked hard. ”

Mi Shou let go of the lanterns, and my aunt worked hard, she had to make clothes, laundry, and cook for the family, pick chili peppers, string chili peppers to dry, and cut chili noodles.

Song Lingling swayed her feet and continued to preach leisurely:

"Mukden City, near the outer wall of the Imperial Palace, there is a bridge there.

Wealthy families have makeshift boats under the bridge.

From the outside, it is extraordinarily luxurious.

They were on their own boats, playing music, singing lyrics, calling friends, and changing cups.

Although our family of four can't get on the boat, we can't go to other people's boats to see what's inside, but we can stand on the bridge together and take a look.

Listen to music by the light, lean on the arched stone bridge, look up at the moon, and observe how the big families are lively by the way. ”

Mi Shou said: "How cold, sister, don't look at anything, let's cross the bridge quickly." ”

"Okay, brother, it's the other side of the bridge.

There is a lion dance, wow, let's applaud and appreciate.

There are strangely dressed people stepping on stilts, and their faces are painted red.

They can be high on stilts, but they can bend down and hand you such a cute child gift.

Mi Shou, you will take it, your uncle will naturally not accept gifts from others in vain, and take out broken silver to others, just in exchange for the surprise in your eyes.

There is also a ring, and when the time comes, my sister will show you a hand and buy it a circle of silver.

Which one do you refer to, I'll put that on you.

Makes you cheer non-stop, sister is awesome.

There are also those who catch fire with their mouths, and those who lead monkeys to jump into the fire ring, so we applaud and reward. ”

Mi Shou hurriedly stopped: "Sister, don't reward it, you are so good at kung fu, you have rewarded a lot of money, you control it." ”

"Oh? yes. By the way, we still have to go ice walking, and you can't ride on your uncle's shoulders. Brother, do you know why Fifteen has to go out and walk a hundred steps? ”

"Why?"

"Because it's cold and freezing here, walking on a hundred ices is a hundred diseases."

Song Fusheng and Qian Peiying entered the house when Mi Shou asked, "Sister, where are we going to live tonight".

Qian Peiying's slippers on the kang bedding: "Aren't you living at home?" ”

Song Fusheng also smiled and asked his daughter: "You had a good time?" ”

"It's okay," Song Lingling said as she sat cross-legged on the kang.

In the evening, the siblings were already asleep.

Qian Peiying got up and covered Mi Shou with a quilt, turned back to Song Fusheng and said, "This kid is not honest when he sleeps tonight, and he always kicks the quilt." ”

Song Fusheng: "It's tiring to go shopping, can you not kick the quilt." ”

Hearing this, Qian Peiying couldn't hold back her laughter again, "Alas, you said that our Poria will never grow up." With her brother, the two of them ate a total of six fingernail-sized rice balls, and they could finish eating and thinking about beautiful things. You can't go out and play, make it up. ”

Song Fusheng said: "It's very good, it's very beautiful, wait for the dawn," and suddenly patted Qian Peiying: "I really won you a lantern, and I will give it to you in the end." ”

The two of them didn't know that tonight's dream of Song Fuling was more beautiful than what she told, and it was not beautiful at all, and the dream continued.

Moreover, I don't know if it is Mi Shou's unintentional sentence "praying for a couple", or because Baozhu once told Song Fuling that on the day of the Shangyuan Festival, men and women can meet, Song Fuling not only eats, drinks and plays in her dreams tonight, but also men.

She slept protrusively, the corners of her mouth curled.

I didn't see what the other party looked like, but I knew that it was a very handsome talent.

The two of them met under the lantern.

How did you meet it, the man was carrying a lamp, and a friend shouted behind him, so he stood down and turned to look at his friend.

Song Fuling walked upside down with a lantern, smiling and waving at her parents and younger brother as she walked.

There were a lot of people, and the two of them bumped into each other without seeing each other.

"I'm sorry," in the dream, Song Lingling hurriedly turned around and said sorry to the other party, stepped on your foot.

The handsome genius said in a magnetic voice, "It's okay," and asked the girl if there was anything wrong, and when he spoke, he raised the lantern in his hand and shone it on Song Fuling's face.

Song Fuling was very anxious in her dream, she wanted to see what the other party looked like, but she couldn't see it, she only knew that the other party was very tall, and the smell on her body was much better than cologne, a kind of grass and trees.

"Poria cocos, Poria cocos?"

"Oh, mother, here," Song Fuling could only run to the parents who summoned her with the lantern, but after running a few steps, she suddenly stood down, turned her eyes around, and looked at the talented man.

The man turned around and looked at her as if he had felt something, and smiled at her in the light of the red lantern in his hand.

In the dream, Song Lingling was reciting a poem: Moth Snow Willow Golden Wisp. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Mu Ran looked back, but the man was there, in the dim light.

After a night, the sixteenth day of the first month.

Song Fuling sat up with the quilt in her arms, laughing very obscenely, and a little immersed in a dream, thinking: Emma, I actually met under the light in a dream directed and acted by myself, ahahaha, I fulfilled my dream of being a costume heroine.

When Qian Peiying came over with a rag, she saw her daughter patting her face to cool down: "What are you doing?" ”

"Huh? No, I didn't do anything. Mi Shou up? ”

"I got up early, I finished my meal, and I went out with Jinbao and them to collect firewood. It is estimated that you didn't get up from these hundreds of people. Your father, your grandmother, they are gone a long time ago. Your grandmother called your father under the window in the middle of the night, and you have to leave in the middle of the night, you can't be angry with your father. ”

Song Fuling came back to her senses at this time, and there was no smile on her face:

Alas, this is the reality.

I'm tired of it, this world.

I don't know what it will be like to enter the city today.

It's almost time now.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Qian Peiying's action of wiping the kang was stunned: What kind of movement is this.

Song Fuling was also full of doubts.

Erlang of the uncle's family ran into the house: "Third aunt, fat girl, hurry up and gather in the village, the death knell is ringing, no one is missing, you have to kneel." ”

After listening to this, Song Fuling had one word in her heart: "Damn." ”

Hurriedly rummaged through her pocket to find a knee pad, she hadn't gotten up the quilt yet, and she hadn't washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Why do you have to go to the village to kneel when the death knell rings?

What can you do if you don't kneel, can you find out?

Sick.

At the same time, Song Fusheng was also as eager to scold his mother as his daughter.

Because they were even more unlucky, when they were holding the certificate of guarantee to be sealed, the death knell rang.

It was only a few steps away from the gate of Fengtian City, but he needed to kneel down on the spot immediately.

The saint died, and the whole country mourned.

Temples, temples, and all places where bells are hung, 30,000 bells are struck.

30,000, when the knock is finished, when will you have to kneel?

The point is to cry.

Especially Song Fusheng was too close to the city guards and military servicemen, so he didn't dare to behave badly.

and knelt near them.

Song Fusheng cried and regretted in his heart:

It's better to be late.

Late on the road, as long as there is no one, who knows if they kneel or not? Just get up as soon as you want to, and then hurry away so that no one can see you.

Or come earlier, enter the store, the house is warm, and kneel in the house.

Mrs. Ma knelt next to Song Fusheng, crying so much that her snot came out, and she pondered in her heart:

Holy Lord, hurry up and get out of the way, I'm annoying you.

Take care of this country for me, and I can manage it better than you.

Look at you, when you are alive, this part of the country, that piece. After death, we still have to fight because of this piece and that piece, and it is all us ordinary people who suffer.

On this day, it was freezing and snowy, and when you knelt down after a while, your knees would not be able to stand up.

I don't know if there are many "disloyal and unfilial" people like Song Fusheng and Mrs. Ma.

But the people were really at ease.

The death knell sounded, like the boot had finally fallen.

After a while, Song Fusheng and the others, who were kneeling outside the city gate, had a layer of white on their heads.

The snow fell silently on their heads.

Song Fusheng gritted his teeth and insisted, whenever he felt that he was too cold to support it, he would raise his eyes to look at those city guards and officials.

Those people have to take off their hats, I guess their ears are about to freeze, right?

At such a time, no matter how great the ruler will suffer as they are.

Song Fusheng was right.

Because at this time, Lu Pan's ears were red from the cold, and he was wearing filial piety clothes, with a resolute back, and knelt down with a large number of Praetorian Guards.