After receiving the god of the stove, the smell of the festival is more abundant in the days.

However, the old man is so busy every day that his feet do not touch the ground, and the pen and ink couplets, sprinkling and sweeping dust, killing pigs and sheep and other piles one by one, which are not only trivial, but also deeply interesting.

What's even better is that the unusually popular and daily hustle and bustle in front of Yu's house is the sound of villagers and nearby villagers coming here to buy New Year's goods.

Some of them cut pigs, cattle and mutton, some bought livestock and poultry, some asked for couplets of pen and ink, and even looked at auspicious times......

In short, the demand for coming is varied.

The crowd gathered in the courtyard, the voices of people were flying, and the entire Yu family's courtyard became a fiery bazaar, and at this time, the benefits of the wide courtyard were revealed.

And the old man is obviously skilled in this kind of busy maneuvering.

He greeted every villager who came diligently, his face was pleasant, his words and actions were just right, and he had a soothing rhythm, so that the people who came were like a spring breeze, and his impetuous breath was instantly smoothed.

And he can also switch between the different needs of the villagers freely, and he can make witty words into invisibility when several people urge him to do so.

When he is really busy, he can effectively command the villagers to become helpers, so that the solution of the matter can play an explosive efficiency.

In this way, although he has to receive hundreds of different needs of people a day, he has not messed up the rules at all!

Hanzhang felt the natural control of the old man, and on the other hand, he also came to the reason why people gathered here abnormally in the careful investigation.

It turns out that the villagers are now living a good life and have a heavy burden on their bodies, and no one is impatient to do these small things of time and energy for a festival like in the old days.

And Lao Detou is a well-known old antique in this area, and he has volunteered to work hard to ponder these things, and the goods that come out are more authentic than those shoddy goods made by the street traders who are forced to do so because of their livelihood.

The nearby villagers are also happy to spend a little money to buy it elsewhere for a light and convenient way.

Originally, this kind of thing was just an occasional act of acquaintances, but I don't know when it turned out to be a trend, forming the scene of crowds every festival.

Hanzhang on its appearance, a little estimate of the old head's annual income, found that it is not much lower than the average level of the villagers here, according to the average level of the average villagers, life may be tight, but with the level of old head's expenses, it is completely rich and surplus!

In such a mental feeling, although the old German head coped with this kind of busyness freely, and she was not asked to help because of her weak body, Hanzhang still often consciously helped some of the work he could when he was reasonable.

It also saved a lot of effort for the old man.

The two of you feel my hair, and they get along more and more naturally and familiarly.

Even the villagers who came and went talked behind their backs, saying:

It's really a natural father and daughter, with the cleverness of the former "Hanzhang", to help do these trivial things, but they can't do it like this without adding a trace of trouble!

With such gossip and whispering, Hanzhang didn't know what Lao Detou thought when he heard it, but judging from her own observation, the other party was as peaceful as ever, and his attitude towards the villagers who came was as pleasant as ever, and he didn't seem to have any feelings.

I don't know if it's because the old man himself is mentally abnormal, and he only stubbornly believes that what he thinks in his heart, or because of something else.

However, after this paragraph, the old detou, who usually doesn't see much enthusiasm for her, obviously showed his satisfaction with her.

On weekdays, the tone of "daughter, daughter" is a lot more cordial.

In the busy days, it is the first day of the New Year - the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

After having a slightly richer breakfast than before, Hanzhang was still reading a book on the side, while secretly observing the figure of the old man who was busy following the rules of the festival here.

Its demeanor and rhythm, the use of things, and the details of its actions are all chaotic and flavorful.

Until before lunch, the old man suddenly sat on the ground, and after playing with a few ancient copper coins, his face changed and his expression was heavy. There was a deep sadness in his body.

In the air, the original light and dynamic atmosphere was changed, revealing an endless sense of sadness.

Hanzhang felt that he had never felt such a pure emotional release, and the more simple emotional release was so infectious and vibrating.

At lunchtime, she looked at the old man on the opposite side, and then looked at the dishes on the table, and felt that the rich delicacy on this table exuded a sad atmosphere from the inside out.

The good appetite was suddenly poured over.

In order to avoid the emotional infection of the old man, Hanzhang had to sink his mind into the book as much as possible, and when she looked up again, night had fallen.

The sadness in the air has faded a lot, but the little meaning that remains is more penetrating to the flesh.

I don't have more experience than Hanzhang, and I have listened to the old man's head:

"Hanzhang, Dad will take you to see your ancestors!"

Hanzhang saw that the red candles were flickering in the room at some point, and the table was also full of newly purchased sumptuous dishes, and Lao Detou was moving the dishes to the tray at the table.

She walked over and followed his movements unknowingly, but saw Lao Detou open the door with a packed tray.

The cold wind poured into the door, and the candle flame was lowered and extinguished.

Hanzhang followed out the door, stimulated by the fierce cold at the door, and when he looked up again, the lights in front of the door were bright and warm.

The constant light emitted by the spiritual artifact shone in the world, in stark contrast to the faint candle flame in the Yu family's house.

This slight fire, even in the dark night, was hidden by the light of the lanterns.

Hanzhang was stunned for a while, and felt that the sadness in the air was a little more penetrating.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening the door colliding with the gold and stone interrupted her thinking.

Hanzhang came back to her senses and saw that Lao Detou was unlocking the door of the middle hall, so she hurriedly followed along the corridor.

The two pages of the main door of the hall opened just now, and the cold of the room came to the face, and the darkness that filled the room seemed to tell the nameless emptiness.

When the old man re-lit the candle, Han Zhang saw the hall that had been locked for the first time.

Lots of black wooden signs!

A whole room is placed in a strict and orderly manner!

The hall that makes the space two or three times larger than the other rooms seems a little suffocating.

The wooden plaques in the house are one foot high, two palms wide and one inch thick, and there are small and regular bases at the bottom, and the wooden plaques of different numbers are arranged in rows and stand on the platform set in a stepped shape.

The platform is from far to near, from high to low, with nearly 100 levels.

At the very front of the stepped platform, almost close to the threshold, was a long offering table with a new acquaintance in the past few days, and the old man was arranging the red candles and the dishes on the tray according to a certain rule, and under his feet were two familiar cushions.

In terms of its appearance, Hanzhang has made it clear that this is another kind of sacrifice similar to the "sacrifice to the god of the stove".