The time of the temple fair is set on the fifth, sixth and seventh days of the first lunar month.

There must have been a lot of people on the first day, and they didn't dare to bring their children over, for fear that they would lose their children.

Originally, I planned to take the children to the sixth year of junior high school, but in the end, I couldn't grind them, so I changed the departure time to the fifth day of junior high school.

The temple fair is called a temple fair, naturally because of the presence of temples around the place where the festival is held. This temple is called Shouheiji Temple and is tucked away on a hill. It is said to have been built in the last years of the Ming Dynasty and destroyed several times in the war, but what they see now is after the third reconstruction.

Xiao Qin didn't lie to her, the temple fair was really much more lively than the big set.

Shouheiji Temple is on the top of the mountain, and everyone who comes to the temple fair goes up the mountain. A stage was set up halfway up the mountain, and a special master was invited to sing the Qin dialect.

The sound was as long as the sound of a bell, as if to guide the people who came to the temple fair in the right direction, but it was clear that even without the guidance of the Qin dialect, the people who came would not go the wrong way, and the bustling flow of people naturally formed a road.

Sweet Girl was still too young to see anything, so Ou Heshun held her in his arms and pointed out what was more interesting.

After the stage of singing Qin, the mountain road turned, and what appeared in front of them was a straw shelf full of sugar gourds.

The color of the sugar gourd is bright and festive, which is very in line with the atmosphere of the New Year, and the bright yellow color of the straw shelf is even more stimulating to the eye.

The vendor selling sugar gourds shouted loudly, "Sugar gourd, sugar gourd, authentic old capital sugar gourd!" If you miss it, you won't have to! ”

A passer-by accosted him with a smile, "Your sugar gourd was still transported from the capital?" ”

"That's not ...... No, I learned this technique from the master in the capital, and it is very authentic, do you want to buy a bunch to taste, you will be sure to eat it and want to eat it. ”

The hawker's reaction was still very clever, but the twist was still too blunt.

The crowd around them laughed because of this conversation, but the smile was good-natured. Anyway, everyone is happy and amiable during the New Year, and no one has to find fault with him.

Even the person who had just accosted him pulled out the money.

"Okay, bring me a bunch, wrap it up, and I'll take it back to the children at home."

Ou Heshun asked, "Would you like to buy a bunch of sweet girls to try it too?" ”

Sweet Niu shook her head and said, "I don't want it, it's not made of a gourd." ”

Then he leaned into his father's ear and whispered, "This person is a liar." ”

"Who told you that sugar gourds are made of gourds?"

Ruan Yu was amused by his own children.

"You see, this red fruit is called hawthorn, which is a fruit, and the bright layer on the top is syrup."

"What is a hawthorn?"

The children's questions are one after another, and this Ruan Yu really can't describe them to her.

In the end, she could only say, "Buy you a bunch and you can taste it, and you won't know what hawthorn is." ”

A bunch of sugar gourds, sweet girl only half eats. Hawthorn is still a little too sour for children.

In addition to selling sugar gourds, there are also those selling sugar paintings.

A group of children gathered in front of the stall selling candy paintings. Part of it was paying for it, waiting for his own sugar painting to be made, and the other part was simply fascinated by his craft.

A middle-aged man who paints candy scoops a spoonful of sugar with a copper spoon. Move a few times seemingly randomly. A variety of shapes appeared on the iron plate, most of which were children's zodiac signs, and although the lines were simple, they were vivid.

There are also children who want tigers, phoenixes, or folklore characters such as Monkey King and White Niangniang, and the price of this one is more expensive.

Ruan Yu saw that she was fascinated and asked her if she wanted one.

Sweet Girl nodded, and quickly shook her head again.

"I still don't want it, this candy painting is so beautiful, I will be reluctant to eat it."

There is also a slight difference between the big market and the temple fair. The big set is mainly for people to trade what they want to buy and sell. The temple fair is indispensable to go to the temple to donate some incense money.

Monks dressed in yellow lead people into the temple, where three statues are placed from left to right: Buddha Nyorai of the past, Shakyamuni of the present and Maitreya Buddha of the future.

There are several futons side by side in front of each Buddha statue, and people who come to the temple generally bow down one by one in order, and those who kneel down and chant words may be making a wish to the Buddha, which is nothing more than praying for a smooth new year, good weather, and abundant wealth.

Seeing her parents bowing down religiously, Tianniu also followed the same example, and kowtowed three times in front of each Buddha statue. Of course, she didn't make a wish, she didn't know any of that.

If you have worshiped the gods and Buddhas, you can also shake a lot.

There are too many people, and the monks in charge of unsigning will not be too detailed, they will not ask for what you are asking for, they will only look at the result, and roughly say whether the matter you are asking for is evil or good, and then explain it briefly.

The things to be done have been done, and the last thing is to donate sesame oil money, and the merit box is placed behind the Buddha hall, which is obvious and can be seen at a glance.

The rich with a lot of money donating hundreds of dollars, the poor in shabby clothes donating a few dollars and a few dimes, some respectfully putting the money in a box, and some casually throwing it in.

Poor and rich, young and old, healthy and sick. The monks guarding the merit box will put their hands together and give a bow after each person has donated money.

No one had ever told Sweet Girl what it meant to be equal, but she seemed to have understood the meaning of the word in the monk's prostrations again and again.

Sweet Niu also got a dollar from her father.

She tiptoed to put the money in the box.

The monk did not discriminate against her because she was a child, but still gave her a salute. But what he didn't expect was that the young girl, following his example, would also return the salute seriously.

The monk was stunned for a moment. Gently raise a hand and gently brush it over the top of the little girl's hair. His eyes were full of tolerance and compassion, as if there was nothing in them, and as if they contained everything in the world.

He seemed to have something to say, but in the end he didn't speak.

All he wanted to tell her was hidden in that one look.

That night, Sweet Chick had a dream.

I dreamed of a life from birth to death, dreamed of the four seasons changing from spring to winter, dreamed of a prosperous city built on the loess, and was burned down in war.

The dream of that short night seemed to span thousands of years.

When she woke up from a big dream, she seemed to have lost something, and she seemed to have gained.

Even the excitement of the New Year seems to have been diluted a little.