Wei Changpan's father hasn't been drinking for about a year, half a bowl of village brewed soil burns his belly and tongue is bigger, his face is also red, and the upside down is those two sentences, it's nothing more than a stone, don't get a little cheap and sell it to others, we do our duty to make money with our strength, if others have any ugly words, treat him as a deaf ear, and the villagers, if our family is developed in the future, don't forget to help if there is a small disaster and a small disease.... Vague and muddy.

The turbid wine in the pot bottomed out, Wei Changpan took the sobering soup prepared by his mother and went to the stove, and his father, who was stumbling while walking against the wall, put a small spoon half fed and half poured into his mouth, and then helped this crop man who had drunk the most comfortable Chinese New Year's Eve meal for half his life to the bed, covered the mattress and folded the quilt, but after a while, like thunder and snoring, he relaxed.

It seems that tonight can only be the mother and son to keep the New Year.

From time to time, there was a loud wine burp of satisfaction on the bed, and he was dizzy by the smell of the wine mixed with erosive food, the young man pinched his nose and smiled bitterly, and said to his mother who was arranging the dishes and chopsticks that he wanted to go out to breathe, so he put on the thick cotton jacket sewn by Mama Chen and pushed open the door.

The cold wind outside the house is not harsh, the moon and stars are scarce, and there is also the sound of firecrackers, and the family feasts.

Faded from the coldness to his red cheeks, Wei Changpan couldn't help it, let out a long howl, and the sound disappeared immediately.

A year ago, his longing for the future was nothing more than a dry meal and occasional meat and vegetables, and when he got older and earned some money, he would go to treat his mother's illness well, and then help his father grow a few acres of land, and life would naturally not be so poor. As for the shame of marrying a daughter-in-law and giving birth to a big fat boy, it was still early.

Today's situation is worlds different from the past, and the dozen taels of broken silver and copper plates hidden in the rice jar are more confident than the days when they couldn't afford to light the lamp and vegetable oil.

Wei Changpan rubbed his hands and stomped his feet towards Xiaoqinglou, the martial arts on the first floor were far from reaching the level of cold and heat, and the five senses were more acute than ordinary people, but when it came to patience, it was much more exceeding.

Qingshan Town Chinese New Year's Eve, in addition to the custom of eating New Year's dinner and setting off firecrackers, it is indispensable to make a bamboo basket covered with red paper for the children at home, hang it on a slender bamboo pole, and then light a wax inside, if it is poorer, put a strip of cloth soaked in oil, the same can be lit, but it is far less resistant to burning than a little wax, and some run faster with lanterns, among which the flames are rushed up and the entire lantern is burned, there are always so many unlucky eggs every year, what other way is there to go back to find your father and mother to stalk and make another one? If you have a better temper, you will have to settle accounts and eat bamboo shoots and fried meat after the year.

The lantern in Wei Changpan's hand was made by himself three or four years ago, and more than half of the copper plates he saved up all year round were spent on it, in addition to buying red paper, he also learned to make his own candles, although the crooked and black hand pinched is not lost, but it is much better than the strips of oil-soaked cloth, and the bamboo lanterns are small and exquisitely woven is cute, which makes many children in the town envious.

This is the only beautiful day he has once a year, only on this day will he be surrounded by a group of playmates who want him to help make lanterns, but the lanterns are rotten in a few days after they are in hand, and if there are some new things, Wei Changpan will be slowly alienated. When the thief can't outrun the officers and soldiers, when the officers and soldiers can't catch up with the robbers, it's good to say once or twice, it's like this when you go back, how can anyone be happy to play with you? There is only Wu Tongqian, probably because of the natural close relationship between the children of poor families, and often relying on his prestige among the children, Wei Changpan was forcibly arranged to take the most relaxed role as the leader of the officers and soldiers.

Looking at these peers who were caught by Wu Tongqian by the neck, Wei Changpan couldn't cry or laugh, those "bandits" who were caught back struggled one by one, and they couldn't escape from the palm of Wu Tongqian, whose strength far surpassed that of his peers at a young age, and often left bruises on his body. There are many situations like this, and Wei Changpan no longer wants to join this kind of trick no matter how Wu Tongqian persuades.

In addition, Wei Changpan's most favored blue eyes are still in the days of Lao Xiucai's school, if Lao Xiucai, who is very rigorous in his studies, can't answer the sage truth, it is inevitable to hit his palms, and every day there are a few people who go back with red and swollen palms, and even can't hold chopsticks when they go home, and it doesn't work for his father and mother to come to the door, and he will beat it next time. Except for Wu Tongqian, who can completely ignore it because of his rough skin and thick flesh, only Wei Changpan has never been disciplined from the first day he entered the school to the last day he left the school, and it is not those classmates who speculated that they were merciful because they had some relatives.

Without him, only the words on the book are familiar with the heart.

Wei Changpan met his peers on the road, in addition to greeting him, he naturally wanted to play a trick, but he walked down most of the way, still to see Wu Tongqian's figure, and his heart was relieved, this peer who was not a few years older than him was already a serious farmer. He was a little embarrassed, he had worked hard for a year, and he still had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with his family here? Maybe he also learned to drink and no longer play these children's toys.

So stop and go, it took more than half an hour to arrive at the Xiaoqinglou, compared to Wei Changpan's own simple Spring Festival couplets, the decoration of the Xiaoqinglou is undoubtedly too much, the two door gods are one left and one right, the gaseous majesty, the paper-cut window flowers are mostly small bamboo's handwriting, the red lanterns are hung high, and a few silkworm head swallowtail knots are lightly pasted upside down with the word Fu, which is Cen Lin's late handwriting.

"Just in time. Xiao Mei'er, who was bulging in her cheeks, opened the door, easily swallowed the food in her mouth, and was overjoyed, "Why don't you come and help make firecrackers, these physical tasks have always been done by Xiaopan, as soon as you go home for the New Year, there are no people who split bamboo, these are still carried back by me and Xiaolan'er Xiaoju'er." ”

Even dragged and dragged in front of the pile of bamboos that were half as tall as he was, Wei Changpan, who couldn't bear to look at it, really wanted to tell this little girl with anticipation in her eyes to make firecrackers.... I really don't need so much bamboo.

Wei Changpan stuffed an appropriate amount of saltpeter charcoal and sulfur into it, and then left a lead on the hole.

The four beauties were also outside Xiaoqinglou, looking at the excitement of the four little girls of Meilan Zhuju, they were all smiling.

Xiao Lan'er, who had the courage to light a firecracker with a fire fold, saw the sparks and ran back in a hurry.

Then a firecracker exploded, and by the time the next firecracker sounded, it was already the coming year.