I woke up scared out. When I woke up, I saw my mom sitting on a small pony not far from the bed. My mom has always been good with my grandmother, and I don't have a good relationship with my grandfather.

At this time, I saw my mother constantly complaining to my grandfather: how did Xiaomin drive to the wounded, let people die in the car, and get blood on the back seat. Grandpa also argued with my mother, saying that it was an emergency at that time, and he must save people first.

I'm in my twenties, and when I encounter things, I still rely on my parents deep down. I was relieved to see my mom coming.

I asked, and when I fell asleep, everyone in the family had finished eating. So I asked my grandmother to heat up a plate of leftovers for me, and she took two steamed buns from the cupboard. My grandmother tore a piece of white paper to wrap the steamed buns and put them in the ash box under the stove to bake. The steamed bread should not be placed too high, otherwise the high temperature in the stove will directly bake the steamed bread. You can't just wrap it without paper, otherwise the ashes will fall on the steamed buns and get dirty.

After a few minutes, I took it out, tore open the paper, the tip of the steamed bun was already baked by the stove and crispy, and when I peeled off the scalp of the steamed bun, it was hot and soft, and there was a sweet fragrance.

After eating, it happened that my grandmother came with Mother God. I know this goddess, an ordinary old lady from the countryside. I feel that her business ability is average, and she is not on time, so she is probably a fool.

The father and son of the second uncle's family died apart, and the news that Uncle Liqin and I were hit by ghosts exploded in the village. The goddess said that it was because the feng shui of the second uncle's family was not good. I happened to be driving yesterday when I was in conflict, which was a bit of a self-inflicted misfortune.

The villagers all recognize her, and I have attracted the physique of cow ghosts and snakes since I was a child, and I am a relatively stable long-term customer of hers.

After a few greetings, it was basically the same routine: burning paper, chanting, crossing the brazier, and setting off firecrackers. Or a familiar recipe familiar taste. It's just that this time there is an extra project, so that our family can give me a car toast. The process is to turn the front of the car to the north, put the pastries and fruits and tributes, burn paper in front of the car to bless, and finally kowtow to the car, tie red cloth strips in the rearview mirrors on the left and right sides, and set off firecrackers.

My mother turned around and left silently, she didn't believe in these things, and she bought the car for me. Asking an atheist to kneel over what she bought, my mom wouldn't be able to do it.

Here I would like to mention that the customs of our village and the surrounding villages are different from those in other regions. I don't know why, whether it's a sacrifice or a wedding or funeral here, firecrackers seem to be free of money, and any ceremony must be lit after the whip.

The most bizarre is the Qingming Festival, where ancestors sacrifice days and other ancestral sacrifices also have to set off cannons, and even fireworks.

When you see a pile of graves, happily spewing brilliant flames into the sky, it should be our village. I think that no matter how good the ancestral graves of other families are, at most there will be green smoke, and the graves in our village will directly breathe fire to the sky.

After all the projects were done, my mother came back and took out two packs of chicken cigarettes, some peach cakes and two bottles of white wine with red paper stickers from her car, and handed them to the goddess. The goddess pretended to be serious and said forget it, her hands were quite honest, and she accepted it after a few pushes. Also, I feel that something is wrong with the way the goddess looks at me. The corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling, staring at me from time to time, and the wrinkles on her face looked particularly weird.

After a while, the goddess asked me when I graduated, where I worked, whether I had found a partner, etc., and told me: Xiaomin has grown up, what a good child he is!

The goddess said, "You have been weak since you were a child, so wait for me to carve you a small mahogany bead and wear it with a red rope."

Back in town after the weekend, I had a fever for some reason. The doctor said I had no major problems except a little inflammation of my tonsils, and only gave me a few bottles of penicillin. I took three days off from my boss. Three days later, I felt better and went back to work in Qingdao.