Chinese New Year is a day of the lunar calendar, and today is exactly the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Early in the morning, the family got up to clean up.

When Shu Nuan got up, it was exactly six o'clock, and the sky was still dark.

However, the sound of firecrackers has begun to sound one after another, which means that someone else has begun to celebrate the New Year.

A small number of families in the village celebrate the New Year in the morning, and the vast majority celebrate the New Year at noon and evening.

Shu Zheming was called up by his grandmother early this morning, and in the case of lack of sleep, that is, when he was eating breakfast, he yawned non-stop.

Wu Huihong put down the chopsticks in her hand and looked up at the dark courtyard.

"It's the New Year."

"Grandma, aren't they sleepy when they get up so early for the New Year?"

Shu Zheming raised his hand and yawned, and rubbed the physiological tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Children, don't ask so much, after breakfast, paste the Spring Festival couplets first, and then go over there to help."

After Wu Huihong said such a sentence and then got up and entered the house, Shu Zheming tilted his head and blinked his eyes suspiciously, and continued to bury his head in breakfast.

And Shu Nuan, who was sitting next to him and was a little in good spirits, although he didn't interject during the whole process, he knew the thoughts of those families who celebrated the New Year in the morning.

Now everyone can only say that they have just eaten and dressed, and they finally ate something good during the New Year, so they are naturally worried that the so-called relatives will come to their homes on the day of the New Year to take advantage.

After all, there are not only such people, but there are many of them.

Meal.

Wu Huihong went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and then cleaned the house.

Shu Nuan and Shu Zheming, two sisters and brothers, worked together to paste couplets.

Now there are handwritten couplets, but they are generally written at home, and no one in their family can write Spring Festival couplets, so they can only buy the kind of Spring Festival couplets printed in large quantities.

Although the convenience of the paper is not as good as it could be, it can barely be seen.

Shu Nuan cut the Spring Festival couplets placed on the table, and said to the younger brother without raising his head: "Obviously, you go and boil some paste." ”

"Okay."

Shu Zheming replied and ran to the kitchen.

After Shu Nuan cut all the Spring Festival couplets, Shu Zheming still didn't take out the paste.

So, she had to urge: "Obviously, is it good to make a fool?" Take it out. ”

"Okay, that's good, but it doesn't seem right."

Shu Zheming's slightly tangled voice slowly came from the kitchen.

"How?"

Shu Nuan got up suspiciously and walked slowly to the kitchen.

When she stood at the door of the kitchen, she saw the young brother standing in front of the stove with a tangled face.

"Anything wrong, I'll see."

After Shu Nuan came over, Shu Zheming took the opportunity to step aside.

And at this time, Shu Nuan finally saw a ball of noodles in the small iron basin.

"Eldest sister, I'm obviously boiling and stirring at the same time, why is it getting a mess?"

Shu Zheming scratched his hair, recalling how he boiled the paste last year.

But because it was a year ago, Shu Zheming himself couldn't remember it clearly.

Shu Nuan pursed the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly after seeing her younger brother's annoyed expression.

"Did you boil the flour before putting it in?"

Shu Zheming nodded at a loss: "Hmm." ”

"That's wrong, you have to use cold water to boil the paste."

Shu Nuan poured out the scrapped paste in the basin, washed it with a bamboo skewer, re-drew water, and then added a handful of flour and stirred it with a branch in cold water before putting it on the fire to boil.

As the water is warmed up, the water, which had turned white with the addition of flour, gradually becomes transparent and then viscous.

After boiling for a short while, confirm that the consistency of the paste is ready for pasting, and turn off the heat.

"Alright, go look for the brush in the tool box in the corner, and I'll use it later."

"Okay."

Shu Zheming responded, and turned around quickly to look for something in the corner.

After a long search, he soon found a small brush that was originally used for painting.

"Let's go, paste the Spring Festival couplets."

Under Shu Nuan's greeting, the two sisters and brothers quickly pasted the Spring Festival couplets and door gods at home.

In the end, Shu Nuan posted the specially bought stove prince to the kitchen.

The people who learn to cook have a strange respect for the Lord of the Stove, after all, they are the ones who eat this mouthful, and they naturally hope that they can do well.

However, there is no time to do the worship now, so I have to wait until I come back in the afternoon to continue.

After the two siblings finished their work last night, Wu Huihong, who was cleaning up there, was also busy with the things at hand.

It's half past eight in the morning.

It was already dark, and only a little fog blocked everyone's view.

But now they don't go to the ground, and they don't go far, and this bit of fog naturally has no effect on them.

Closing the door of their house, the group of three thought about walking outside the village.

Along the way, I naturally met many people who had already gotten up.

If they live in the town, they should get up early this morning and go to the torch field.

It is said that this tradition has been around for a long time, when there was no such convenient flashlight lighting, and it was still early for everyone to go to the market to buy things on the street, and the sky was naturally very dark.

And in order to go to the street, one person lights a torch.

The scene of a group of people rushing to the scene with torches naturally became an alternative scenery at that time.

Shu Nuan doesn't know whether what her grandmother said is the truth or not, and she doesn't know if it's right, she only knows that going to the street before dawn on the day of the New Year is a habit of many people nowadays.

When the three of them arrived at their destination, Shu Guoqiang was holding a big rooster to bleed.

"Mom, you're here so early. Come inside and sit down for a while. ”

"You're busy, don't worry about us."

Wu Huihong responded with a smile and took the initiative to walk towards the house.

Today's New Year, everyone's mood can be said to be very good.

And Shu Nuan and Shu Zheming did not enter the house at this time, but stood outside and watched their father carry a big rooster around their house.

Every year during the Chinese New Year, a big rooster is killed, and then the chicken blood is sprinkled around the house, and then the bloodstained chicken feathers on the neck wound are plucked and glued to the door frame of the gate.

Shu Nuan also heard that this seemed to be to avoid evil, but she didn't know the specific reason.

Because almost every household does this, everyone subconsciously develops a habit.

Shu Guoqiang shook the big in his hand that had lost his breath, and greeted his two children happily: "Go, go into the house with Dad." ”

After a few people entered the house, except for Shu He, the rest of the family were busy with their own work.

Shu Rou and Shu Xue were washing the dishes and chopsticks, Niu Chunhua was washing the vegetables, and Wu Huihong, who had just arrived, was helping on the side.

Under the division of labor and cooperation of the family, the scene was rarely harmonious.