The morning of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

There are two groups of people who are hurrying home for the New Year.

One group is Ren Zixuan.

He finally came back with his wife and children, who had always looked down on the "Ren family".

When I arrived at the intersection, I looked at a large pile of paper ashes, which startled the groom who was driving the car.

Go down and sweep, it's not like that.

What if the person on "the other side" confiscates the money?

If you don't go down and sweep, just let a few carriages press over the paper ashes, will the masters make a mistake? Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Sir."

The old man Ren Ziqi didn't wait to say anything, and Mrs. Xie Wenhui stared and frowned first.

What a broken place, I have to come to the countryside, and I don't wait to enter the village to touch the mold first.

Ren Ziwei could only be patient, clasped his fists and said to these yellow paper ashes: "I'm disturbed, I'm sorry, borrow, borrow." ”

There is also a group of people who have Lu Pan's father back.

Originally, Master Lu was originally scheduled to arrive home on the 28th of the lunar month, but he was delayed due to road conditions and heavy snow and smoke.

At this time, Lu Fu, from top to bottom, was full of joy.

As the only seedling Lu Pan, the way he greeted his father was that from the mouth of the alley in Lufu to the entrance, both sides were filled with colorful flowers made by him.

The little guys passed on for a while, and frequently ran to tell each other:

"Twenty miles away."

"Ten miles away."

"Five miles away."

Mr. Lu's frame turned into the alley, and the colorful flowers were swirling and burning.

Master Lu laughed: My son Minrui, my son!

I haven't seen him for a long time, and I'm panicking.

And Master Lu discovered the beauty of the big flower at a glance, this is broad daylight.

His eyes lit up, and his eyes seemed to say:

"My son Minrui, you wait, wait for your father to take off his armor and change his clothes and enter the palace, and after entering the palace to bow to the emperor and then worship your grandfather and grandmother, you have to chat with your father."

Lu Pan smiled and thought to himself:

There will be a banquet in the palace tonight, and then I will go back to the house to celebrate the New Year.

I've finished reading the interesting book, but all I have left is to chat with my grandfather and father. I don't know if I can bring him the four hundred and fifty times on the fifth day of the first month.

Why is it the 450th round?

Last time, it was said that it was three hundred and ninety-five times, and I haven't seen it for a few days, so it should be written to four hundred and fifty.

"Fat girl, what are you looking at?"

Song Fuling rubbed her ears that were a little hot, and beckoned to them with a smile: "Okay, okay, sister, play seriously." ”

Eagles catch chicks.

Peach Blossom took a group of girls, and Song Poria took a group of little girls.

Mi Shou, these little boys, made pockets with soybean grains wrapped in rags, and slipped from one end to the other, and from that end to this end.

There are also more naughty ones throwing snowballs, making trouble and making trouble.

Erlang and their slightly older boys are whipping and smoking.

Not far away, they were practicing skating, and they could also hear the boys in the voice-changing period shouting "belch? "There was a thud and a fall.

The ice was full of the laughter of girls and boys.

By the river, there are more than a dozen greedy babies from Renjia Village.

"Come on, come on, together."

The children in Renjia Village immediately cheered, completely forgetting that their grandmother or mother told them not to get their clothes dirty.

At the same time, the large public canteen.

Eight old ladies are out again.

The veterans are out of the horse, a top two, they are making the most traditional jujube buns in their hometown.

Eating this kind of steamed bun symbolizes that life can be prosperous, and there is a jujube on each bun.

The shape of a goldfish, the shape of a rabbit, the flowers blooming richly, the zodiac, one by one the dough in the rough hands of the old ladies, become lifelike.

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