Zhou Lanxiang's mind quickly turned a few times, and smiled embarrassedly at Zhao Jianguo: "I belong to the sheep, this year is the year of my birth, and some older generations are particular about ......"

She won't say any more when she says this, after all, it is a special period, and some words are used as handles, and it is better to protect yourself before you are sure that Zhao Jianguo can be trusted.

Zhao Jianguo immediately understood, they care a lot about the natal year, and they have a lot of particularities, but now the **** is fierce, although everyone doesn't say it, they still have to avoid it.

He took out a red rope from his collar, on which was a horse carved from peach wood and a small peach sword, which should have been worn for a long time, and the peach wood had taken on a beautiful brown color, although the carving was not very good, but it could still be seen that it was something that the owner cherished.

"I'm a year older than you, a horse, I always got sick when I was a child, so my mother worshiped the old locust tree in the small temple of Tuntou as a godmother." There will be a small temple near most of the Tunzi in the Northeast, which is different from the real temple, just a small wooden house with doors and windows of more than one meter, which is generally built under the big locust tree or elm tree, and there are red and white ceremonies in the Tunzi to go to worship, and many children who are not in good health also go to worship the old tree of the small temple as a godmother.

Zhao Jianguo didn't reserve it at all, pointing to the pony and the peach wood sword around his neck, "This is what my mother asked an old blind man passing by to engrave for me, and I put it in the small temple for seven hundred and forty-nine days, and I have never taken it off since I was five years old." I really don't get sick since I put it on, and I haven't been injured in the army. ”

He said so, and Zhou Lanxiang was completely relieved, "When I was a child, the elders said that I had to avoid the three dragons in my natal year, and the people who belonged to horses and monkeys around me also had to avoid, but if I couldn't do it, I had to avoid these two genera." ”

The older generation pays a lot of attention to it, and it is necessary to avoid the dragon and raise its head on the second day of February every year, or to go to a relative's house for a day, or to hang a red cloth or something at the door of the house, which depends on what the fortune teller says.

It is not surprising that there are even more people who avoid the genus.

Zhao Jianguo was very interested, "How to avoid February 2nd?" ”

Zhou Lanxiang had already prepared, "Avoid steel, I can't use a kitchen knife to cut vegetables on February 2, nor can I use a shovel or pickaxe, I picked soybean seeds in the team for a day on February 2 this year." ”

Zhao Jianguo understood, "Then if I want to write to you, I can't be armed with a gun on February 2." ”

Zhou Lanxiang breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, Zhao Jianguo and Ge Hongbing were sacrificed on the second day of the second lunar month, that is, on March 21, 77, the reason why she remembered it so clearly was because that day was also the day when Han Jin was officially sentenced.

The news of Zhao Jianguo's sacrifice came back in April, and she was running to the commune and the county seat in a hurry, and when she heard Zhao Jianguo's deeds broadcast on the radio speaker, the first thing she remembered was this day. At that time, she was still uncomfortable in her heart, feeling that this day was really dangerous, and no matter how good people had to suffer on this day.

Later, Zhao Jianguo's deeds were broadcast on March 21 every year, but no one mentioned Xiaojin again, and she would be very sad on this day every year.

Fortunately, she remembered this day and was able to make such a request to him. I remember that he died while performing a training mission, and Ge Hongbing was the squad leader who carried out the mission with him, if he could avoid it, he would definitely be able to take Ge Hongbing to avoid it.

Zhou Lanxiang thought about it and added: "I heard that the second day of February is a good day and a big chong, it is best not to bring knives and guns or anything like that, the older generation says so, I don't know if it's right." ”

Zhao Jianguo told her about some things when he was a child, and he didn't shy away from it at all, even when he had a fever when he was a child, it was not good for several days, and he asked the grandmother in the tunzi to touch his bones and go to the small temple to worship the old locust tree.

Zhou Lanxiang saw that he had said everything he could, and he could only resign himself to fate if he succeeded, but he still insisted that if he had a problem making pickles when he returned to the army, he would have to ask her again after February 2, so that he could remember today's words and pay more attention to it.

Since you want to invite Zhao Jianguo to dinner, you have to prepare well, Zhou Lanxiang hurriedly went to make noodles and prepared to make noodles today.

After all, she has just divorced, and it is too conspicuous to invite someone to eat a table of dishes, so it is better to make a white noodle and make a good marinade.

Zhao Jianguo didn't see anything outside, so he went to the stove and sat on a small bench to light the fire for her, seeing that the wooden halberds in the stove were not enough, and went outside to chop a few pieces and bring them back.

He added a stove, and Han Jin returned.

I don't know why, Han Jin's face when he entered the door was not very good, seeing Zhao Jianguo's eyes gloomy, Zhou Lanxiang quietly pulled the placket behind him several times when he introduced him, and he only had a few kind words, and his face eased a little.

But Zhou Lanxiang could see that this kid's anger was still not smooth, and it was very unsmooth.

Zhao Jianguo is six years older than Han Jin, the last time I saw him, he was still a stubborn eleven-year-old boy, and now he also feels that he is a big brother, and his attitude towards Han Jin is the same as that towards Xiaoshan, tolerant and casual, he doesn't put on a stand at all, and he doesn't immediately say that he will join the army, but chats with him about the things that the little boys in the tun are particularly interested in.

Han Jin chatted with him for a few words, and unconsciously squeezed Zhao Jianguo away from the small bench by the stove, and let him sit on the newly made wooden stool at home, the wooden stool was placed by the window, the place at home was small, he didn't delay chatting there, and it was close to the stove, it was indeed a good place to entertain guests.

Of course, it is also the farthest away from Xiangxiang.

At this time, Xiaoshan ran back out of breath, and saw Han Jin and Zhao Jianguo sitting there talking well, and put away his face full of worry, but he still carefully observed this Han Jin, looking like he was afraid that he would break out and beat people at any time.

Zhao Jianguo talked about digging ice holes and fishing in winter when he was a child, Han Jin seemed to be listening, but when he turned his head to fill the stove with firewood, he was expressing his dissatisfaction with Xiangxiang: Didn't you say that you would eat noodle soup tonight? How do you make noodles? Don't eat noodles!

Zhou Lanxiang could only coax him: There are guests, let's make noodle soup tomorrow, put persimmons for you, and beat two eggs!

Serving guests to make noodle soup is not always decent to make noodles, even if it is white noodles, it doesn't sound good.

Han Jin added firewood to the bathhouse, the water in the pot had already boiled him twice, and Zhou Lanxiang could only add another scoop of cold water to it.

Han Jin put another piece of firewood in the bathhouse, glanced at Zhou Lanxiang very dissatisfied, turned his head and asked Zhao Jianguo: "Comrade Zhao Jianguo, I heard that you are a pacesetter in the army every year, and you must be very good at fighting and grabbing, let's go out and compare?" ”

Zhao Jianguo said a few words modestly, Han Jin insisted all the time, and he went out with him.

Before going out, Han Jin whispered to Xiangxiang: "Just make noodle soup!" I'll be back with Xiaoshan in a while! You boil the soup and put it there, and wait for me to come back and roll out the dough. ”