When Han Li led the dog and lynx to He Mi's house, she and Qi Zhaodi were lighting ice lanterns in the courtyard.

When He Mi saw Han Li, he hurriedly greeted him and asked in a voice that was only the two of them.

"Why are you here?"

"I miss you, come and see, in case you have trouble breathing and your whole body is hot, I can just help."

He Mi blocked Han Li's hand that was about to make a mistake while he was in the shadows, and glanced to the side and said.

"Qi Xiaomei is here, don't make trouble."

"Then I'll come over tomorrow to instruct Qi Xiaomei on the stick technique, okay?"

"It depends."

Han Li got the answer he wanted, said hello to Qi Zhaodi, and walked the dog.

The next day, the third day of the Lunar New Year, Han Li got up early to practice boxing as usual. After eating with my wife, I opened the street door.

As soon as the door of the health room was not opened, Han Li and his wife sat on the kang and chatted, calculating in their hearts when it would be better to go to He Mi's house.

Anyway, the reasons for going to He Mi's house are all ready-made, and he guides Qi Zhaodi to practice sticks, so he just needs to find an appropriate time.

The sisters were talking about the excitement they had seen in the commune yesterday, and what they had heard about the custom of sending lamps on the fifteenth night of the first lunar month.

Mores? Their words directly stunned Han Li, he really didn't seem to have heard anyone else say this, so he held Yun Yingying and asked her to continue.

It turned out that on the fifteenth night of the first month of the first month, there was a custom of "sending lamps" to the deceased relatives in the ancestral tomb.

Send them a lamp to light their way home, and pray that they will find a new life with the lamp, and reincarnate as a human as a human as soon as possible and live a happy life.

The lamp is made of grain, and the one made of cornmeal is called a golden lamp, the one made of white flour is called a silver lamp, and the one made of soba is called an iron lamp.

This kind of lamp is shaped like a bowl, commonly known as a lamp bowl, and the exquisite people will also pinch out twelve small serrations of different numbers on the side of each lamp bowl.

After molding, it is steamed in a pot and cooled to become hard, and a wick made of reeds wrapped in cotton wool is inserted, and the lamp bowl is completed.

Of course, people who are not particular about it have crockpots, canned bottles, and even radishes that are hollowed out as lamp bowls, and lamp oil is kerosene, lard, and vegetable oil, in short, there are all kinds of them.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, every household will mix lamp oil with sawdust, divide it into a small pile, a small pile, and light it on the windowsill outside the house, at the gate, in the firewood shed, in the distribution room, and in front of the utility room.

On the way from your own house to the cemetery, you will be delivered to the grave of your deceased loved one, and a small pile will be dotted at intervals. The small glimmer of light is connected together, and it is very spectacular to look at.

But at that time, no one is allowed to laugh, even if the neighbors with whom they have a good relationship pass by, they will not speak.

As long as the male members of the family are sent out (the girl and nephew are not allowed to go), the whole family carries the lamp to the cemetery for a team.

At this time, the head of the family will also put away the smiling face of the past, and the child will be scolded immediately for saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing.

These little ones could only carry small lanterns, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and line up behind the adults to walk towards the cemetery.

When he arrived at the grave, he dug a leeward pit in the snow nest, put the lamp bowl into the pit and set it up, and recited it to all the dead in the grave, for fear that whoever missed it would be picked on.

"Grandparents, grandparents, uncles, uncles, parents...... I've sent you lights. ”

At the end of each grave, they burned the paper, and they would repeat it again.

On the way back, the atmosphere returned to its previous state, and the children could laugh and laugh, and the adults would no longer scold them.

At this time, the grave circle outside the village was full of sporadic lights, and from a distance, it was as scary as a ghost fire.

And many people will only put a small amount of oil in the lamp bowl, the lamp bowl goes out very quickly, and people can be scared to death if they go late.

Han Li was a little puzzled when he heard this, this experience didn't look like a man had, so he asked.

"Who did you hear this from?"

"It's the eldest girl of Liangqi in Shanghe Village, she said that she once secretly followed her family to send lights, but she was afraid of being scolded, she didn't dare to move when others left, and when she could go, the lamp bowls around the grave circle were almost extinguished, and that time almost scared her to death, even the wind in her ears she felt like a ghost, and even after returning home, she was sick, and yesterday she specially told us not to be curious and follow the past to see the excitement.

"She also said that the ghost who has no one to send a lamp on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is very lonely, and when he sees a lamp in someone's house, he will enter the house, but after you light the lamp at the street gate, the ghost will follow the lamp and will not enter the house when he sees it, until he walks outside the village where there is no home, and he will really leave, so we must light the lamp at the street gate on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

Han Li was a little speechless when he heard this, but this eldest girl from the Liang Qi family was really bold enough.

The three of them were sitting on the kang and were talking energetically, when they heard someone shouting outside the street gate.

"Is Brother Han at home?"

When Han Li heard this voice, he immediately remembered who it was, Ren Liangshan from Zhonghe Village.

"Here, it's Uncle Ren, hurry up and go into the house to warm up."

Han Li replied and went out, but he didn't expect that Ren Liangshan was not the only one in the courtyard, but also Uncle He, who had given him the piece of animal skin that recorded the spring breeze and rain.

"Uncle He is also here, let's go into the house and have a cup of tea to warm up."

"I won't go to the house, we are here to ask you to go to our village for a drink this time, I wanted to call you for a long time, but I was busy a year ago, the first and second years of junior high school, and today I finally got free, and the two of us came directly to find you."

"It's okay to drink alcohol at my house, let's sit in the house and let my family cook a few dishes quickly."

Han Li was reluctant to go to Zhonghe Village to drink, first of all, he couldn't drink it himself, and secondly, he planned to go to He Mi to exchange feelings later.

It's a pity that Han Li couldn't resist the enthusiasm of these two uncles in the end, and he got out of the street door one after another.

Shanghe Village and Zhonghe Village are not too far apart, and there are many relatives in the two villages, and the road connecting the two villages has been very smooth in the past two days, and the only drawback is that it is a little slippery.

Han Li followed these two uncles directly to Ren Liangshan's house, and there were already several people sitting inside.

Han Li could recognize the people who followed Ren Liangshan into the mountain, but he couldn't name them if he hadn't dealt with them.

What's more, Ren Dagang, who was diagnosed by Han Li with congenital infertility, was actually there.

"Hygienist Han, you're here, hurry up and get on the kang to warm up."

"It's okay, it's not cold to walk this way."

"Brother Han, let's go to the kang and sit, when we get here, we will be considered home, and my nephew and daughter-in-law will go and pour two cups of tea first."

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