The water in the big iron pot in the kitchen was boiling, and there was a metal clattering sound against the lid of the pot, and someone came up, and she lifted the lid of the pot and put the rice balls down.

The arrival of the rice balls calmed down the boiling water, and she sat quietly on the small bench, waiting for the rice balls to be cooked.

The children were watching TV outside, and the two children often quarreled because of the different programs they wanted to watch.

Fortunately, the second brother didn't bump into it, this boss is really uneasy, he doesn't know how to let his younger brother go to high school, and he is still grabbing things with his younger brother.

The sound of metal clattering came again, and she hurried over to lift the lid of the pot, and a burst of water vapor quickly dissipated, and the rice balls danced happily in the pot.

I took the chopsticks and didn't clamp it, so she used a spoon to scoop one instead, and the white glutinous rice skin was bitten and the sweet black sesame seeds flowed out, and for a while it seemed that she had become a child, eating the rice balls that her father cooked for herself.

"Boss and second, the dumplings are ready, come and eat." Hearing the voice, the two brothers rushed to the kitchen, the eldest squeezed the second, and the mother saw it and scolded the boss, "You can't let the younger brother go." The boss felt aggrieved, so he ran out without eating the rice balls.

"Mu Chen doesn't have to worry about your brother, go and bring a bowl to your father." Mother has already figured out Muyang's character, and knows that it is his usual trick to go out in anger, and he will come back when he is hungry at night.

Muyang ran out of the house still angry, thinking about how the family was so eccentric, and everything was towards his younger brother.

There are 300 meters from the courtyard of the brigade to the front of the theater, and half of the lanterns in Xinghua Village are hung in these 300 meters, and the villagers who come and go on this street are all looking at the lanterns, Muyang looked at the red lanterns that were bought, and secretly scolded the family for being really lazy.

The lanterns are generally made by the people in the village themselves, and every year Xinghua Village will select the best works, give the author a reward of 200 yuan, and a certificate of honor on behalf of the honor.

This year, Muyang's family made a vegetable basket lantern, and hung it on the lampstand with his father full of joy, Muyang rubbed his eyes with his hands, obviously hanging here! Why can't I find it?

A huge Shenzhou spacecraft lantern tightly covered the vegetable basket of Muyang's family, and I don't know who made it, and now Muyang's vegetable basket suddenly became a basket that the astronauts on the spacecraft forgot outside the warehouse.

Muyang found a stick, picked the spaceship to the side, and kept a certain distance, and then continued to admire the lantern with satisfaction.

There is a lantern at the entrance of the temple made into the shape of a pagoda, it is not a small and exquisite pagoda, it is a pagoda that can be loaded with a child to enter, and there is no sense of disobedience at the entrance of the temple, on the contrary, there is a trace of sacredness.

There is a lantern in front of the theater to make a ploughing cow, the cow maker is not stingy with the loss of materials, completely one-to-one copy of his own cow, a cow occupies the position of five lanterns, but I don't know if anyone helped him when hanging the cow.

After watching the lights in front of the theater, except for a few strange lights, they were all decent, and Muyang then walked towards the workers' community.

It is estimated that these glass lamps are arranged by the mining company, and the workers have the heart to hang lanterns, and they must have returned to their hometowns in a foreign land.

Strange to say, there are also many people on the streets of this workers' community who appreciate the lanterns, all pointing their fingers and marveling at the different colors of the bulbs, unlike the lamps in the village, which have to paste whatever color of paper you want.

"Muyang, have you come to see the lights too?" The black pig happened to pass by, and when he saw Muyang, he politely said hello.

"Uh-huh, black pig, where are you going!"

"I'm going home, they're all in the park, and they're talking about blowing up the lanterns." Black Pig inadvertently reveals an important secret.

"Whose house is being bombed?"

"I don't know about this, go and take a look, don't blow up your lanterns, by the way, don't say I said it!" The black pig smiled evilly, and then went home humming a little tune.

Muyang quietly approached the park, someone in the park was talking, Muyang listened to two sentences, and sure enough, it was the same as what the black pig said, these people were going to blow up the lanterns.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Mu Yang greeted the group.

"We're going to blow up the lanterns, are you going?" The person who answered was a second obedient.

The second obedient is going back to the village to study, and now he urgently needs to have a good relationship with his classmates in the village, so Muyang asked, and he quickly replied.

"Go, how can I not go to such a fun thing." Mu Yang answered and looked at it, and found that they were all people he knew, including Wang Yong, Song Ji, Xiao Cheng, and Lao Mao.

A few people chattered in the park for a long time, and finally discussed, went to the store to buy ten spring thunder, and then sneakily disappeared into the night.

The first to start is West Street, where there are few people watching the lights, or even none, Xiao Cheng took a spring thunder, stuffed it into a worn-out red lantern, lit the fuse, and waited for five seconds, only a few strips of red cloth were left in the worn-out small lantern.

"Phew, disgusting who, hang a small broken lantern on the Lantern Festival." Xiao Cheng scolded and said.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, a few people began to look for targets again, and blew up all the ugly old ones in the lantern team, and no one cared about the sound of cannons from time to time.

When the lantern was fried, several people were very principled, and they resolutely did not blow up when they met a good and beautiful one, and they were perfunctory when they met, and they were directly recycled in advance without saying a word.

A total of ten cannons rang out in one night, and there were ten perfunctory broken lanterns missing in Xinghua Village, and several people were full of pride when they were separated, feeling that they were big heroes and eliminated harm for the people.

Muyang came home, the lights were still on at home, his parents and younger brothers were asleep, it seemed that this was a lamp specially reserved for himself, Muyang's stomach growled, he didn't drink a sip of water all night, he tiptoed into the kitchen, and found that there was still a bowl of rice balls in the pot.

It's so sweet, although the glutinous rice balls have been soaked into a ball, Muyang still enjoys eating it very much, my mother still loves me, I have to be obedient in the future, let my brother go.

The next day, the lantern selection activity in Xinghua Village began, and everyone was happy to see the selection, and suddenly there was a riot in the crowd, "Damn, who blew up the Lao Tzu lantern." ”

This sound attracted everyone's attention, but no one comforted him, and a voice began to ridicule the person whose lantern was blown up, "Wang Youcai, blow it up!" Your broken lamp has been hanging for a few years, and it's long overdue to be replaced. ”

Not long after the ridiculer was happy, someone came to tell him, and his lamp was also blown up, "Damn, isn't Lao Tzu just ugly made of lanterns?" Who the fuck, get out of here. ”

More and more voices came, it was some old ugly lamps that had been blown up, they were scolding loudly, and many people in the crowd were secretly laughing.