The busy first year of Yongle finally came to an end, except for the unlucky officials who couldn't return home for the New Year and needed to work overtime, the central departments and temples of the imperial court were completely suspended.

In the sound of firecrackers, Jiang Xinghuo personally locked the president's law change affairs yamen, and the iron lock hit the door with a "clang", and the bronze beast-faced door knocker swayed one after another.

"Open the door again, and it will be the fifteenth day of the first month."

Unlike when Lao Zhu was alive, Zhu Di was much more bold, and for the holiday, he not only released it for himself, but also for others, and with a big wave of his hand, he put it from the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve to the fifteenth day of the first month.

In Zhu Di's statement, everything that should be done this year has been done anyway, and after a year of hard work, what's wrong with a few more days off?

And in various ministries and temples, if there are officials who are far away and can go back and forth in six or seven days, usually as long as the hall officials are not too unkind, they will basically let people leave one or two days earlier on the basis of Chinese New Year's Eve, and those whose homes are in the capital will leave half a day early.

Jiang Xinghuo belongs to the type of "strict self-discipline and leniency towards others", so he insisted until the last moment, but gave his subordinates a holiday.

"It's been a year, and it's been hard."

Turning his head, looking at Guo Jin and the firewood cart who were in charge of pasting the Spring Festival couplets, Jiang Xinghuo said.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't know that the two young people he picked up from the edict prison who were arrested by Ji Gang would have a smooth career in the future, after all, unless they were particularly famous people, even if they were high-ranking officials of a certain dynasty and recorded in the history books, it was still difficult for future generations to remember.

But in any case, Jiang Xinghuo sees the work of the two.

The firewood cart is wooden, but it is not honest, it is more like being sensitive to action and words, and it is decisive when the opportunity arises; Guo Jin is tactful, a little flexible and cautious, but a little indecisive.

"National teachers work hard." The two hurriedly said.

"Next year, the yamen will be adjusted and reorganized, and some institutions will be stuffed in."

Jiang Xinghuo's words made the two of them light up, but before the two of them could think about anything more, Jiang Xinghuo took out four more gift boxes from the carriage.

"You two of you, take it back to your relatives and friends or eat it yourself."

The chai car looked at the box in front of him a little dazed, but since Jiang Xinghuo stretched out his hands and held it, he couldn't let people hold it like this, so he hurriedly took it, and Guo Jin seemed to think of something, and said busily: "I wish the national teacher after the New Year, Jigililili, everything is good." ”

"I wish you all Pepsi."

Guo Jin was stunned, and hurriedly pulled the firewood cart to salute together, and watched Jiang Xinghuo leave.

This is Jiang Xinghuo's bad taste.

But in fact, if you come to a well-read person, you will know that Guo Jin's words are not actually a verbal language, but from the words of Zhao Changqing in the Song Dynasty "Exploring the Spring Order, Sheng's Song Between the Wrong Chinese Feast", the full text is "Sheng's Song Wrong Chinese Feast Qi, happy New Year's New Year, the vegetables are passed on with fine green silk, and the harmony enters the east wind; However, Jiang Xinghuo's reading volume has not yet reached this point, that is, he has read it, and he is afraid that he can't remember it, so he said auspicious words.

"Pepsi. It's a good word, and everything can be happy. ”

Guo Jin lifted the two gift boxes in his hand and said to the chattering firewood cart: "Do you know what this is?" ”

"How do I know?" The diesel truck rolled his eyes.

Guo Jin explained with a rich expression: "Given by the palace, ordinary officials really can't get it, let's get a party with people, hey, you swing here, you can see it at a glance, isn't this pomp coming?" The national teacher is supporting the scene for the two of us. ”

"Worth the money?" The chai cart was a little curious.

Guo Jin shook his head and only said: "That's not worth much, mainly because you can't buy it outside, and the palace with the big box below is called 'Pepsi Daji Box', which contains persimmons, dried lychees, dried longan, fried chestnuts with sugar, and ripe dates; I don't know the scientific name of the small box above, but the palace people are generally called 'chewing ghosts', and they are all good Gaotang donkey meat, and the palace is smoked. It is said that dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat in the ground, we can't even think of dragon meat, and donkey meat is quite exciting to taste, isn't it? ”

Chai Che instantly understood the latter, this is an official stalk, because the official language of the Ming Dynasty in the Hongwu Dynasty is Fengyang dialect, Shandong and the Huanghuai generation called the donkey a little ghost, so chewing donkey meat is called "chewing ghost".

Chai Che regretted it a little at this time, and said: "I forgot to say some auspicious words to the national teacher, and I didn't send anything." ”

Guo Jin suggested: "If you really want to send it, just go for the first few days, and the national teacher doesn't necessarily need anything valuable, it would be good if he could reflect his intentions." ”

"That'll do"

Jiang Xinghuo in the carriage didn't know what the two subordinates were discussing in the cold wind, some time ago the snow had warmed up for a while, and recently it had suddenly cooled down, and the road was literally worse, and the little gray horse couldn't ride it at all.

"This is the lantern festival prepared by the inner court, right?"

Looking at the busy craftsmen, eunuchs, and palace maids on both sides of Taiping Street, Jiang Xinghuo not only felt the strong flavor of the New Year, but also felt the breath of a loser.

If you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are, such a grand lantern festival can be described as a fun city, but the money spent can't be stopped at all, if it is converted into silver, at least twenty or thirty thousand taels of silver, which is twenty or thirty thousand taels at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty!

In addition to all kinds of lights and fireworks, there are also colored beads and red silk hanging from the trees next to the street, and lotus lanterns floating on the river next to it.

As the so-called "Xiandian Shenyan No. Taixia, the treasure lamp is high and decorated with Lingcha; Shen Xiang even manages the three bead trees, and the color knots are divided into four flowers", such a scene is the time when Tianbao is in the Tang Dynasty, and I am afraid that it will not be too much.

As for the lantern festival in the palace to entertain the envoys of various countries, it is even more shocking, and a giant fireworks landscape will be built, because the whole building shape is very similar to "Ao", so it is called "Aoshan Lantern Festival".

Jiang Xinghuo didn't stop Zhu Di from spending money, the big bloodsucking worm is just a mouthful, the card is good, just give it.

As for spending what doesn't cost money. When the empire was in full swing, any propaganda and display of national strength was actually worth it in a political sense, as long as it was not too wronged, Jiang Xinghuo felt that it didn't matter.

When you are the emperor, the hundred chiefs of the ten countries have come to the court, can you search for the whole shabby? That must not be, in exchange for anyone to hope that their family is rich and decent, even the poorest people's families have to be cleaned during the New Year, and a few pieces of red paper are used to decorate it, not to mention a big empire.

Thinking all the way, he soon arrived at the gate of the Rongguo Mansion.

Unlike the Wei Mansion and the Chengguo Mansion next to it, it is relatively low-key, but it still hangs high red lanterns to show festivity.

Most of the guards and soldiers in the house are northerners, so they don't go home, and the New Year is also in the house, and the account office, coachman, servant, purchase, etc., if they don't live in the house and have a home in the city, they will be on duty until the evening today, and they can go home to keep the New Year with their families after receiving the reward.

Across the front hall and the middle hall, the atmosphere of life in the back hall is particularly strong.

Jiang Xuan wore an apron on the outside of her little padded jacket, and was busy with a few cooks and servants.

Usually they eat in the small kitchen, there is a dumb cook in the small kitchen who cooks for the old monk all the year round, and generally Jiang Xuan will cook for them if he doesn't go to school, the taste of the meals made by Jiang Xuan is not necessarily in line with the trend of the current aristocrats, because they don't know how to do those complicated things, and there are not many big fish and meat, they are basically home-cooked dishes, but they have an appetite for the old monk, and Jiang Xinghuo also eats them.

In addition to the small kitchen where they eat, there is also a large kitchen, because there are really many mouths for eating, so many necessary guards in the house, and a mess of accounts, servants, and gardeners. Jiang Xinghuo can't say what he does, and he doesn't usually appear in his living area, anyway, there are a lot of people, and there are dozens of people in total, which can't compare with the servant groups of hundreds or even hundreds of people in other Guogong mansions in this area, but they can be regarded as a "big family" after all.

"Yo, Xiaoxuan, what are you going to eat today?"

Jiang Xuan was stunned, and immediately raised her head: "Brother, you're back!" ”

Then he began to introduce the dishes on Twitter, and looking at her serious show-off, Jiang Xinghuo began to regret why he was talking too much, and he shouldn't have given her this opportunity at all.

"Fresh winter bamboo shoots, fried meat slices with winter bamboo shoots, the thief is delicious!"

"Then it's the pigeon eggs, the pigeon eggs are skinned, coated in a layer of egg wash and fried in oil, fried golden brown, sprinkled with sesame seeds."

"One basket of lettuce, two baskets of chestnuts, fried later."

"There are more than a dozen fish, and other families have Zhuangzi (tribute), and they have given us a lot."

The nobles of the Ming Dynasty generally purchased a large number of farmlands, which hired tenant farmers to cultivate and sent stewards to manage them, and the farmlands were not necessarily farmland, but could also be woodland, mulberry forests, and river ponds. These farms are rented in summer and autumn, a small part of which is money rent, such as copper coins or treasure money, and the vast majority is rent in kind, that is, wheat, rice and other grains, or chickens, ducks, fish, and all kinds of game, and even cloth and handicrafts.

Therefore, don't talk about the level of Guogong during the New Year's holidays, it is the counts, and the fresh ingredients are all eaten endlessly, "Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road" is this reason.

As for fruits, there are not so many in season in winter, but there are still quite a few citrus and pears saved in autumn.

After listening to Jiang Xuan's chatter, Jiang Xinghuo took an orange and stuffed it into her hand.

"Don't move around here."

And then went on his own.

Jiang Xuan gave him a strange look and continued to cook with the cook and servants.

"Uncle dumb, you can cook a meal for the old monk."

The rickety old man with slightly frosty sideburns twisted his neck, nodded with a smile, and the knife in his hand cut out a row of cucumber shreds like a machine tool.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Walking into the backyard, Jiang Xinghuo saw several children stepping on the ladder and lying on the wall watching something, and the leader was Yu Qian.

"Master!"

Yu Qian saw that he was not as afraid as an ordinary child, but motioned for him to come and see.

Jiang Xinghuo cautiously looked at the ladder, and after making sure that it would not be pulled away and fallen, he stepped on it.

Jingqing's two little girls, he doesn't know if people will be ruthless.

It's strange to say, people are jumping up and down when they are children, how far they jump, how high they jump down, they are like no one, like a rabbit who has sprinkled fun. But when you grow up, you tend to be clumsy like a bear, and your athleticism and agility are not as good as before.

Several children had a telescope in their hands, and at first glance they were taken out of the warehouse, Jiang Xinghuo took a look, and then he saw that in the Chengguo Mansion next door to the left, the troupe was being invited to sing on stage.

Since the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, opera has gradually become the most popular entertainment program, although there is no Peking Opera now, but there are not many operas in the south, and in the Ming Dynasty, especially in the capital Nanjing, such as the New Year, such a festive day, but all capable families, are to charter a troupe to sing, and during the New Year, they must sing every day. The famous troupe has long been booked in advance by the homes of the royal family, nobles, and ministers, so you can go up and sing it yourself if you book late.

For ordinary people, there is also a more popular opera entertainment, that is, temple fairs.

No matter what the temple fair is, it is a one-stop for eating, drinking and having fun, especially from the Qinhuai River to Mochou Lake, it is ten miles of elegance, and the level of the folk troupe is not necessarily high, but the atmosphere must be lively enough.

In addition to singing, the Qinhuai River Temple Fair also has a variety of juggling performances by Jianghu artists, juggling, chest crushing boulders, throat swallowing swords, somersaults, and jumping fire rings. What do you want, of course, it is also a feast for pickpockets, after all, there is no mobile payment at this time, and you have to bring a money bag when you go out.

"What's this playing? Can you see that? ”

"Nagasaka Slope!"

"Changban Slope", also known as "Bao Adou", belongs to the traditional repertoire of opera in Hubei, watching the stage wielding a silver gun and walking, and facing the actors who play miscellaneous soldiers to a seven-in, seven-out "Zhao Zilong", Jiang Xinghuo looks more and more familiar.

Isn't this kid Zhu Yong?

The co-author failed to go to the battlefield, and he enjoyed himself on the stage.

But whether it should be said or not, a flower gun in Zhu Yong's hands is really dazzling, and it is very good-looking.

"Why don't you go directly to the next door to see, it's boring to climb the wall, and you can't hear a sound."

"Yay!"

Jiang Xinghuo gave an order to Wang Bin and asked him to take the children to the play, but the old monks in the Rongguo Mansion were annoyed and didn't like these bustles, so they really didn't invite the troupe.

But the old monk felt annoyed, it was because he had seen the prosperity of the world, but how old was the child? You can't let people see it after you've finished reading it.

Of course, protests are also ineffective, after all, the mansion is not his name, and the residents don't care about what they do, they still have to respect the wishes of the owner.

Jiang Xinghuo's sleeve was tugged.

"That's for you."

One of Jingqing's daughters, at this time, her voice was as small as a mosquito.

Looking at the neat sachet that had been embroidered very hard, Jiang Xinghuo was stunned and wanted to say something.

"The dynasty has laws"

"Your father was a loyal servant."

But after thinking about it, his mind turned back and forth, looking at the faces of the two little girls who were a little red from the cold, these were either righteous and stern words or some emotional words, and in the end, Jiang Xinghuo still didn't say anything, just touched her little head.

My sister tugged at her hand and wanted to leave, but Jiang Xinghuo suddenly spoke at this time.

"Go back to the house, put on gloves and hats, and go again."

Yu Qian seemed to notice something, Jiang Xinghuo said mercilessly: "And you, put on cotton pants, now you are still young, and when you are old, you will know what it feels like to have a sore leg." ”

Yu Qian, whose trousers were a little empty, knew that he didn't dare to talk back, and watching the little children leave a string of duck-like footprints in the snow, Jiang Xinghuo exhaled.

The cold wind was full of white fog, which slowly dispersed.

Damn belonging.

Jiang Xinghuo, who has not smoked for many years, suddenly felt that something was missing at this time, and touched his pocket, and there was only one sachet that was still hot.

"no cigarettes."

Jiang Xinghuo sighed and continued to walk into the house, thoughts flying in his mind.

Under the afterglow of the lantern, Jiang Xinghuo looked at the dark, usually extremely familiar corner, and suddenly thought that if this was the martial arts he wrote, then it was time for a woman who was bewitched and brainwashed by the bad guys to assassinate him.

Jiang Xinghuo thought that he had indeed made a lot of contributions to the literary and artistic circles of the Ming Dynasty, not only insisting on creating all kinds of things (banyun) in his off-duty hours, but also cultivating a large number of loyal readers through "Ming Pao".

"What is your old man?"

Looking at the lights in the room, Jiang Xinghuo pushed the door in.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Hui was not engaged in superstitious activities, but painted New Year's pictures seriously, and the table next to him was already full of Spring Festival couplets.

There must be a New Year's arrangement for the New Year, but not anything else, this Spring Festival couplet must have a saying.

"Back then, I wrote Spring Festival couplets to Emperor Taizu Gao."

Well, Jiang Xinghuo really thinks it's a pity.

From his time travel to the present, in almost all aspects of life, he is shrouded in the shadow of one person, and this person is Lao Zhu.

I think it's a pity, because Jiang Xinghuo has never seen the living Zhu Yuanzhang, and there is ambiguity in his words, and he has never seen him dead, and he has only been to the grave.

But no matter what, no matter what he does, it seems that he can't do without Lao Zhu's influence.

Most of the people he comes into contact with will not have any memory of Lao Zhu, because the people he comes into contact with are usually in the class that Lao Zhu focuses on, but unexpectedly, few people have any dislike for Zhu Yuanzhang, and most of them are afraid.

Think about it, a person has been dead for five or six years, and people are afraid of him whenever they mention him.

And even the small Spring Festival couplets in front of him are still inseparable from Lao Zhu.

Because Zhu Yuanzhang has a hobby, that is, to post Spring Festival couplets.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, there were actually the earliest Spring Festival couplets, but at that time it was not a popular custom in the country, in fact, it was in the Zhu Yuanzhang period that Lao Zhu was very, very, very fond of this thing, and used three very things because there were few things that Lao Zhu liked so much.

Anyway, according to the rumors, it was Lao Zhu's family who was extremely poor when he was young, and he was too weekdays, and only when he was a little happy during the New Year, although he couldn't afford to buy new clothes, although he could only eat a little meat, but the family still tried his best to create an atmosphere for the New Year.

After becoming the emperor, Lao Zhu not only wrote and pasted himself in the palace, but he also asked every household in Nanjing to paste a pair of Spring Festival couplets at the door, and he himself would personally inspect the city to see if the stickers were pasted, and it was precisely because of his persistence for more than 20 years that the Spring Festival couplets from Nanjing to the whole country have become a widely spread custom.

"Your old man also wrote Spring Festival couplets to Emperor Taizu Gao?"

"Of course."

Yuan Heng put down his pen and said with a smile: "Emperor Taizu Gao believes that even the poorest people should have the power of the New Year. Therefore, a considerable part of the Spring Festival couplets are written down and rubbed by officials who are good at calligraphy in various ministries and temples, and then printed from the Guozijian Printing Office with movable type printing, and distributed them to the people in Nanjing City for free. ”

"Why don't you see it now? Maybe I didn't pay attention. Jiang Xinghuo was a little puzzled.

"Abolished by that kid from Jianwen."

Yuan Jue said disdainfully.

Well, I don't know where Zhu Yunwen is spending the New Year at this time.

If he hadn't died, he would probably have drunk the northwest wind in a ravine.

Of course, Jiang Xinghuo doesn't believe in karma, he has seen too many good people who have no good reward, and he has also seen too many bad people who have a good death, but just say that Jianwen, this kid, printing free Spring Festival couplets, can you make a few copper coins in your pocket? It's okay now, you don't let others be happy for the New Year, and now you don't want to live it yourself.

The more he understands the ruling measures of Emperor Jianwen's "Zhongzheng Ying Dynasty", the more Jiang Xinghuo feels that this kid deserves to lose the throne.

Although Zhu Di has such and such problems, sometimes he is a little cautious, murderous, and tyrannical, but for the country, he really beats Zhu Yunwen in all directions.

Zhu Di is the emperor, much stronger than Zhu Yunwen.

And back then, Yao Guangxiao persuaded Zhu Di to "add white to the king"; Yuan Hui gave Zhu Di a face-to-face and said, "If you have a beard over the umbilicus, you will be a great treasure, and you will be the son of peace for 20 years"; Zhang Yu suggested, "Encore is tied up? Capture nine doors and kill three divisions! ”。

The three sentences of these three people were evaluated in Jiang Xinghuo's previous life as "The ancestor has the world, starting from Yao, setting in Yuan, and becoming in Zhang Ye." However, if it is not Yao, it will not be cute, if it is not Yuan, it will not be decided, and if it is not Zhang, it will not gather, is it not the will of heaven that caused the words of these three people? ”

Jiang Xinghuo only said: "Then you give me a look." ”

"I'll give you a look in prison, I can't see through it, and random calculations will create a backlash."

At the end, Yuan Hui also added: "The old decay has not been alive for a few years, let me go." ”

Jiang Xinghuo looked at Yuan Heng and suddenly asked again.

"Is what you told Your Majesty (Zhu Di) back then true?"

Yuan Heng laughed, this old man's life experience is legendary, the young rich and noble suddenly broke his family, after leaving home, he walked through the south and the north, and even crossed the sea by floating boat to go overseas to seek immortals, and came back to mingle in the temple, and even worked as a servant of the ministry, and then hung the seal and left, avoiding the big cases of the Hongwu Dynasty round after round, and he reached the throne of Zhu Di, the king of Yan that he ignited that year.

Zhu Di summoned Yuan Hui last year, worshiped him as the Taichang Temple, and rewarded him with crown clothes, saddle horses, Wenqi, treasure money, and mansions, but unfortunately Yuan Hui didn't know whether he disliked the official who was too small (compared to the former servant of the ministry) or didn't want to wade into this troubled water again, so he refused directly, and was only responsible for assisting Zhang Yuchu in the workshop.

If there is no Jiang Xinghuo, then in the near future, that is, in the second year of Yongle, when Zhu Di was appointed as the prince, he had been hesitating between the three princes, and asked Yuan Hui to meet the three of them, and Yuan Hui would have shown the face of the emperor's eldest son Zhu Gaochi and said "Son of Heaven", and when he looked at the emperor's eldest grandson Zhu Zhanji, he said "Long live the Son of Heaven", which gave Zhu Di another reassurance from the perspective of feudal superstition.

"If you believe it is true, it is true." Yuan Heng's answer is very interesting, a bit similar to what you want to believe and what you will see.

Jiang Xinghuo was depressed for a while, he was actually distorted by these things that the gods were talking about.

Actually, he should have known.

"Wait, isn't there something wrong with you, god?"

The door god statues that Jiang Xinghuo saw were usually military generals, and they were usually pasted on the gate facing the street, in order to suppress or block bad things from coming in from the outside, so they all held eighteen weapons. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, because "Journey to the West" has just been carried out by Jiang Xinghuo, so Qin Shubao and Yu Chi Jingde, the two door gods, have not yet become popular, and now they are generally Zhao Yun, Zhao Gongming, Sun Bin, and Pang Juan as the door gods.

Yuan Hui said with a smile: "This is our Taoist door god, this door god is called Shen Di, and the other door god is called Yu Lei, it is a Taoist legend that there is a big peach tree in Taoyu Mountain, which is bent for three thousand miles, there are golden roosters on it, and there are two gods below, a god Tu, a Yu Lei, and holding the reed rope, serving the ominous ghost, it is the genus of the bird. Every day is the day, the sun shines on the golden rooster, and the chicken crows, so all the chickens in the world are singing, the golden rooster flies down, eats all the evil ghosts, and the ghosts are afraid of the golden rooster, all go, and the world is safe. ”

And the two gods of Yu Lei are responsible for arresting, and after they are caught, they are tied to reeds and tigers. Therefore, it is necessary to stick the door god, decorate the peach man, hang the reed rope, draw the tiger on the door, and place two lights on the left and right of the door, symbolizing the tiger's eye, in order to dispel the ominous, suppress the evil and drive away the evil. ”

"So it is."

Jiang Xinghuo was a little popularized folk culture.

"What about this? Hanging on the window? Looking at the things cut out of the red paper, it is a bit similar to window flowers, but there are still differences, Jiang Xinghuo asked uncertainly.

It is true that he is not omniscient, and in this era, there are still many things he does not know, which are not necessarily worth studying, but in today's situation, there is nothing important, and he doesn't want to think too much, so it is good to understand.

"It's not hanging on the window, it's called hanging thousand, it's the same as the door god, it's also hanging on the door, according to legend, Jiang Ziya made his wife a poor god, and told her to 'see it and go back', so he used this cut paper to block her, which is generally a pattern of eight immortals."

Jiang Xinghuo, who had learned a lot of useless knowledge, said goodbye to the old craftsman who was busy with a slightly complicated feeling, and then walked to the backyard.

Then there were no twists and turns, I changed my clothes in my room, and then I followed the people in the house to dress up and decorate everywhere, at least the place where I often moved, to make a bit of a New Year's atmosphere.

Then came the Chinese New Year's Eve.

However, because it gets dark early in winter, there are still several hours before the turning point, and there are other ceremonies arranged.

The main thing is to worship the gods.

The god of sacrifice has nothing to do with Buddhism and Taoism, the most important of which is the "five gods" including the god of the stove, what is the "five gods"? In addition to the god Vesta, who "left the year and returned on Chinese New Year's Eve", it is the household god, the earth god, the door god and the walking god, the day people, living is all these involved, the people do not expect the "five worship gods" to really bring them something, let alone what faith, in fact, not so much worship God, but worship themselves, hoping that they can have good luck in the next year and start a new year. Of course, for the most part, the new year should not be much different from the past.

"Every year at this time, on a blue planet on the edge of the third spiral arm of the Milky Way, the carbon-based creatures of the oldest country celebrate the completion of another revolution on their planet with a huge sacrifice."

Looking at the people who were solemnly sacrificing, a sentence suddenly flashed in Jiang Xinghuo's mind.

Because he did not believe, he did not worship.

On this kind of superstition that is not a matter of principle, Jiang Xinghuo will definitely not stop others from worshiping, and these "gods of the day" are actually treated well, and they usually have brand new statues, rather than being reused every year.

In fact, Jiang Xinghuo has encountered even more outrageous things, once he went to inspect, and he also met the old farmer who worshiped him directly. Fertilizer Immortal had become the last word he wanted to mention.

But fortunately, as his influence in the temple gradually intensified, at least the people around him who were often in contact also knew that Jiang Xinghuo didn't seem to like it very much, so no one mentioned this honorific title (stalk).

"Since the national teacher doesn't worship, let's come to the end!"

In the face of everyone's agitation, Jiang Xinghuo frowned and took the sheep's head and carp placed in the tray merchant from the cook.

"What is this for?"

"Welcome to the God of Wealth."

Well, unlike what Jiang Xinghuo remembers, at this time in Daming, Chinese New Year's Eve to welcome the God of Wealth has a specific process of sacrifice, it is these two things, listening to them next to them, the meaning seems to be auspicious and more than every year, although Jiang Xinghuo did not react for a while and a half to see what "sheep" and "auspicious" are related.

After the rituals of worshipping various gods, it is time to distribute money.

First give the bookkeeper, cooks, servants and other people a reward, and then give the children a New Year's money.

The reason why the other people in the house were rewarded first, so that they could go back to reunite with their families, after all, it takes a while to walk, and if you live on the other side of the city, even if you have to walk for a long time, you can't drag it out to prevent people from celebrating the New Year with their families.

The custom of pressing the New Year's money can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms and the Jin Dynasty at the earliest, but at that time it was a special large copper coin engraved with the words "Long live the thousand autumns" and "go to the evil", and now in the Ming Dynasty, this has become a real copper coin, and the intention of giving the children the New Year's money is to keep them free from the evil scourge in the new year, so it is also called "pressing the money".

After handing over the last large string of copper coins to Yu Qian, Jiang Xinghuo cut the red rope and tied it in a knot around his wrist.

After completing these ceremonies, even if Chinese New Year's Eve begins, the meals have long been prepared, and they are all buckled with plates or basins to prevent cooling, at this time it is time to eat and watch the New Year together, waiting for the arrival of the New Year.

(End of chapter)