The sun sets on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

The moon turned sideways on her cheeks, and the four fields were draped in a red glow.

In the main hall of Asahi-in, the charcoal stove is blazing, and the table is full of pots and bowls.

Deep-fried tofu meatballs, fried fish, white-cut chicken, pork belly in sauce, steamed sausages, ......

In addition to six or seven plates of meat, there are two dishes of pickled vegetables and a plate of stir-fried winter bamboo shoots.

Naturally, wine is also indispensable.

Listening to the "Yuquan Roast" specially sent by Haige years ago, the wine is clear and bright, mellow and fragrant.

The dishes and chopsticks were arranged, and five masters and servants sat down at the table.

In other places in the Hongfu, the subordinates can never sit with the main family, but in the Asahi Temple, it is the meaning of following the Hongfan.

Aunt Liu got up and poured wine.

Hong Fan and Tang Da used bowls, and the two little girls in peach and willow green used cups.

Only Aunt Liu replaced wine with tea, and kept saying that the family should leave a sober person to clean up.

After Hong Fan took the lead in tasting a ball, everyone began to move chopsticks.

The maids paddled their stomachs a little, and Hong Fan raised a glass to celebrate the New Year.

Du Kang entered his throat, and Xia Fei flew his cheeks.

The festive atmosphere overflowed the dinner table.

Aunt Liu said how she walked half the city to buy tofu, which was delicious and cheap.

Tang Da mentioned that the red flag bullied the horses of which family and became the overlord of the stable.

The peach and willow green are chattering about the gossip of boys and girls among the children of the family.

For a while, it was fun.

Five people and ten dishes, with Hong Fan, the king of big stomachs, were there, and they quickly went down to the small half.

The porcelain vase containing Yuquan was also half empty.

Compared with the sons of the Hong Mansion, Hong Fan has a good reputation among the subordinates, who is generous and cheerful and approachable.

But in the past six months, no one dared to have the slightest disrespect and deception towards him.

It's not just about martial arts.

Some people say it's because of his bearing, some say it's because of his appearance, and some people say it's because of the natural majesty of Xingjun.

The same goes for pink and willow green.

After getting along for two months, whenever they were looked at by their young master twice, they had to stutter.

Today, the family sat at the same table, and they were slightly drunk, and Taohong finally dared to speak to Hong Fan.

"The young master is the son of the eldest master, and he has not yet started a family, why don't you go to Xiongguang Courtyard for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?"

She asked, her eyes fluttering.

"Because the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner has to be eaten at home."

Hong Fan replied with a smile.

"My home is this Asahi-in, so naturally I'm here."

Pink and willow green were still confused when they heard this, but they didn't dare to ask again.

At this time, Tang Da was stupidly pouring wine for himself, and Aunt Liu lowered her head to eat vegetables.

The paper window was suddenly reflected in five colors.

A moment later, thunder roared.

"It's someone else setting off fireworks!"

Pink and willow green leaped and looked at Hong Fan.

Seeing that the latter nodded, they got out of their seats, put out two candles, and opened the window and door.

Along with the cold wind, there was colored light.

To be honest, compared to what Hong Fan had seen in his previous life, this fireworks was about the level of the smallest ten rings of fireworks in a roadside shop.

But he still appreciates it and is very focused.

Across half of Hongfu, meteors rose and exploded into different colors.

A light is like a wandering guest, visiting every room with doors and windows open.

After lingering for a moment, he left without saying goodbye.

Aunt Liu and Peach and Willow Green are stupid.

The Hong family is the wealthiest family in Jinhai City, and there are many fireworks in each house and courtyard.

It was dark in the east, and it was lit up again in the west.

The various colors of light were intermittent, and the tea work only stopped.

Close the doors and windows, and the room will be quickly warmed up by the hot flow.

Most of the dishes on the table have been swept away.

"I didn't know that the fireworks in this world have so many colors."

Hong Fan chatted casually.

"On Chinese New Year's Eve in previous years, fireworks were also set off in the house. But at that time, we lived in the middle of nowhere, and my aunt and I could only see some corners on the courtyard wall. ”

He laughed as he spoke.

"Peach and willow green are new to the house, and they shouldn't have seen our residence at that time - a small courtyard and two small rooms, and the two of us lived."

"No, there's a big locust tree."

"The sky is wide open, and I have a corner; Now that I think about it, I'm at ease. ”

Hong Fan said in a reminiscing tone.

But the vague memories he inherited are unforgettable scars to others.

Aunt Liu finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

"Young Master Jing is talking nonsense, last year's Chinese New Year's Eve you ate steamed bun dipping sauce."

She whispered in distress.

"The meat and dishes on the whole table, only the oil residue I begged for and the five taels of water sent by the second room......"

The candle flame flickered, and Aunt Liu lowered her face slightly and did not wipe her tears, as if she was drunk.

"It used to be very bitter, and I wasn't comfortable at all."

"Asahi-in Temple is ten times better than then, a hundred times better!"

She snatched the wine bowl from the overwhelmed Tang Da's hand, poured it suddenly, and then looked at the young master with tears in her eyes.

"Young master, you say, we won't go back, right?"

Hong Fan was silent when he heard this, and then stood up openly.

He respectfully picked up the wine bowl with both hands and touched the rim of Aunt Liu's bowl half an inch lower.

"Auntie, I promise you, I won't go back!"

He said it with unprecedented solemnity, and drank the whole bowl of wine in one gulp.

Half an hour later, the scraps were brought back to the kitchen, and the table was polished with pink and willow green.

Just after the beginning of the morning (nine o'clock in the evening), a hearty shout rang out outside the Asahi Temple.

"Brother Fan, Cui Dashao is here!"

Hong Fu shouted twice, and pushed open the courtyard door without seeing it.

Hong Fan looked inside the house and saw that the little fat man's cheeks were red, obviously he had also drunk wine.

And behind him, followed Cui Yutang, who entered Asahi for the first time.

"Brother Fan, tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, my family wants to play iron flowers, especially to invite Ling and Brother Fu!"

Cui Dashao smiled and sincerely asked.

"Auntie and Lao Tang, as well as the two little ladies, please ...... together"

"You've got a heart."

Hong Fan replied with a smile.

With his position in Gimhae today, there will definitely be no shortage of people coming to make an appointment tonight.

But Cui Yutang is the most proficient in the circle of young people in the city after all.

He gave a generous gift a year ago, and prepared something for Aunt Liu, and this time he came over to make up Hongfu first......

"I know that your family has to beat iron flowers every year, and every time it is like a cloud of spectators and a sea of people."

Hong Fan asked deliberately.

"There are six of us, will there be no place?"

"How can there be no place?"

Cui Yutang's smile was even bigger.

"No matter how much you squeeze, you and your aunt must not be squeezed, otherwise let me go out first!"

Half an hour later, Chisha Avenue.

The crowd filled the wide street.

As soon as Cui Yutang led the people to arrive, two waiting blacksmith apprentices greeted them and opened the way for them with their strong arms.

On the open ground at the intersection next to the Broken Mountain Hall, an octagonal greenhouse more than a foot high and full of ignition materials was erected.

In the center of the greenhouse, a three-zhang high pole is straightened, and a string of firecrackers hangs on the top.

Under the shed, five pairs of shirtless middle-aged blacksmiths are carrying freshly melted molten iron, ready to go.

Hong Fan and the others stood in the best first-row position on the street.

When the auspicious time was approaching, Cui Erye tidied up his appearance and walked into the center of the street.

(End of chapter)