The next day was the New Year's Day, after breakfast, Xiao Yuan set up a table in the hall, took out the tablet of the deceased mother, and then put aside the candlesticks, incense sticks, incense burners and offerings, took the futon and led the younger siblings to kneel and kowtow, and then burned paper and incense.

After the sacrifice was over, she went to the kitchen to be busy, chopping meat stuffing, kneading meatballs, fried fish segments, cooking bone broth, green smoke curling in the chimney, and not long the room was mixed with mouth-watering fragrance.

Sister Rong ran to poke her head several times, smacking her fingers, Xiao Yuan was stewed fat chicken on the stove, so she tore a leg for her to eat, and she didn't leave, she wanted to get one for Brother Yan.

The other leg is for Brother Yun'er, Xiao Yuan smiled and grabbed a chicken paw and asked her to give it to Yan Sheng.

Mrs. Zhang knocked on the door with a bowl of steamed bacon, wanting Brother Yang to go to her house to paint the door, Xiao Yun had nothing to do, and she was afraid of peeling garlic and shaving ginger.

Sister Rong was holding a half-gnawed chicken paw in her hand, and Le Dianbian followed behind, and Yan Dixia decisively followed.

Xiao Yuan was a little puzzled when the younger brother would draw a magic horse, and ran to the front of the door, with Qin Qiong Jingde on the left and right fans, a black face with thick hair, a white face with sparse hair, armor and a hanging arc sword.

There is a poem to prove it: the heroic spirit soars into the nine heavens, the majestic ghosts and gods, the thirty fame dissipates, and the door is long-term love.

Xiao Yuan watched it for a long time, and went back to the kitchen to work as usual.

It was almost dusk, Xiao Yun waited a few days before coming back, Xiao Yuan had already cleaned up a table full of wine and food, Zhao Bo wanted to rush back to his nephew's house in the countryside, she couldn't keep it, she took some shortbread snacks, fried meatballs and fish segments, a slaughtered chicken and a tael of silver for him to take away, and Zhao Bo went with great gratitude.

Behind closed doors, she (he) four of them spent the festival together, Xiao Yuan took a jar of Suzhou three liquors, poured it for Xiao Yan, Yan Dixia and himself, he saluted each other, began to eat and drink, talk and laugh.

Xiao Yan took out some bits and pieces of money from his sleeve cage and gave them to the eldest sister, which was obtained by writing a spring victory painting door for the neighbors.

Xiao Yuan shook his head: "The neighbors don't look up and look down, and they still need silver to write and paint, and their faces are not good-looking." ”

Xiao Yan smacked his wine: "My calligraphy and painting are so precious, others can't think about it, no matter whether the face is good or not." ”

"Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and there will always be a time to ask for help." Xiao Yuan smiled: "How much is convenient with others, but also convenient with yourself, there is no sincerity if you have silver." ”

Xiao Yan didn't think so, so she didn't say more, put the chicken leg in his bowl, picked up a piece of sake lees with fish and picked out the thorns to feed Sister Rong, and then looked at Yan Dixia, beckoned him to eat more, and asked with a smile: "What did you do in the past years?" ”

Yan Dixia said after a long time: "We warlocks go south and north all year round, subduing demons and eliminating demons, and never celebrate the New Year's Festival. ”

At this time last year, he bought a roast chicken and stayed in a ruined temple for the night, and the rain and snow from the window soaked his jacket.

Xiao Yan squinted at him: "Where is your father?" ”

Yan Dixia replied, "Master picked me up on the side of the road." ”

Sister Rong suddenly cried and threw herself into the arms of the eldest sister: "I miss my father." ”

Xiao Yuan coaxed her softly: "When my brother wins the champion, my father will come." ”

Sister Rong turned her head to look at Xiao Yan with tears in her eyes: "My brother is the champion." ”

The corners of Xiao Yan's mouth twitched.......

"Does it have to be the champion? Can the top three still be? ”

"Aren't you very capable?" Xiao Yuan looked at him and couldn't help but laugh.

Yan Dixia also laughed, and Xiao Yan raised her eyebrows slightly.

Sister Rong looked at this, then at that, and smiled with tears in her eyes.

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