"Yes, yes, I haven't eaten yet, I'm starving!" Yang Tong said loudly.

Yan'er also shouted softly: "Third grandfather, I'm hungry!"

It seems that a bloody disaster has disappeared, everyone is giggling and scattering, it is time to work, Yang Cheng hugged Yan'er, followed Yang Ling and they all went to the third uncle's house for lunch.

Brothers and sisters crowded in front of the small table in the fire room to eat, Yang Xu took a bite and pouted, with a black panda eye, let everyone eat and laugh for a while, Yang Xu was very depressed, Yang Ling smiled and said: "Don't be upset, I'll give you a little potion to drink in a while, and tomorrow will be fine!"

Yang Xu nodded busily, he knew the effect of Yang Ling's potion, and his father had a broken leg and drank it for a few days before he fully recovered.

Today, Yang Cheng and his family went home, the Yang family was neat, and the brothers and sisters were not estranged, joking and joking, the afternoon passed quickly, and after dinner in the evening, as usual, they played mahjong, the third uncle did not go to the table, Yang Cheng was on top, and the family watched the game next to them after cleaning up, and surrounded the table, but today I talked about the rules, and the onlookers could only see but not say, let alone guide.

Several people crackled until almost twelve o'clock, Yang Xu's luck today was not as good as yesterday, and in the end he lost more than 100 yuan, he quickly slipped away with his wallet, for fear that Yang Ling would ask for the money back.

The next day, the Chinese New Year's Eve, Yang Ling got up early in the morning as usual, the lunar tradition, today to paste the Spring Festival, of course, this task is still Yang Ling's, he had breakfast, happily hummed a song, carrying a bucket of paste and began to paste the Spring Festival.

Yang Ling remembers when he was a child, the Spring Festival couplets of every household were written by Grandpa Zhang, who was highly respected in the village, he went to a private school and a national primary school before liberation, and later also worked as a private teacher in a village primary school, the brush was written vertically and horizontally, and the atmosphere was steady, at that time, each family only needed a few eggs to ask him to write, Yang Ling's favorite thing was to watch Grandpa Zhang write couplets, which could help him hold the red paper, Grandpa Zhang was also very careful, he had a special book to remember couplets, and each family would write different according to their needs, such as writing with trees in front of the door, writing mountains with mountains behind the house, and writing water if there were ditches and ponds in front of the door, and Yang Ling watched the Spring Festival couplets neatly hung on the rope to dry after they were written, and they danced in the wind, and they also felt a sense of accomplishment.

And now, Grandpa Zhang has been dead for many years, and everyone's Spring Festival couplets are also bought in the town, and various blessing words and patterns are printed on them, although they look festive, but they are the same, slightly rigid, and many Spring Festival couplets are sometimes the same, which makes him feel very lost, just like there is something in his heart that is covered, always want to touch but can't touch, itching to sad soul.

Now more than ten years later, he still remembers a couplet pasted in front of Grandpa Zhang's gate, eroded by wind and rain to fade, "The mountains and rivers are still the old scene, and the willows are the new year." Although it is not festive, but the meaning is far-reaching, just like the independent cold wind in the steep cliff, look at the mountains and rivers, enter the side of the well, the withered willows sway, implying that the spring buds are waiting to bloom, and it seems that a fresh breath is coming.

The couplet of the gate was pasted first, and he glanced at it hastily, but it was not crooked, the red paper was embroidered with gold characters, the strokes were rough, revealing a thick cheesiness, he sighed and went to paste the side door, and then the pigsty and chicken pen, the cowhouse and duck house, pasted down again, even if his body was strong, he also felt that his body was a little hot, so he dropped the barrel and brush, made a cup of tea, and sat comfortably on the chair and began to bask in the sun.

Yang Benshun came out of the house and looked around, frowned, then went into the house and took out a small red note to brush the paste, walked straight to the back of the Wrangler's butt parked at the gate of the yard, "snapped", put the red note tightly above the license plate, and then carefully smoothed the corners, took a few steps back and looked at it a few times, and nodded with a satisfied smile.

Yang Ling looked at the words "safe in and out" on the red note, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch, and he didn't dare to express any opinions, so he hurriedly drank tea and pretended not to see it.

The sun was really good today, and after a day of sunshine yesterday, the snow in the yard had melted without a trace, and the ground was a little drier than yesterday, so he moved the chair to the firewood, stretched out his legs, and lay on the chair with his eyes closed.

Far away from the city, away from the hustle and bustle, away from the haze and noise, the whole person feels refreshed to the bones, people have become lazy, eager to become a tree, a stone, just quietly hidden in the small village, watching the sunrise and sunset clouds rolling up, listening to the roosters and birds and the wind.

When it was almost noon, the village began to sound firecrackers far and near, people who had been busy for a year, people who had been adrift for a year, at this moment, began to reunite and celebrate the rare joy and joy, the year, finally came!

"Second uncle, second uncle!"

In a daze, Yang Ling felt that someone was pushing him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the little Yan'er who was wearing flowers and branches was standing next to him, and his fingers were still poking around his belly, so he sat up and picked up Yan'er and put it on his lap and said, "Little girl, what are you doing calling the second uncle?"

"Second uncle is so lazy!" Xiao Yan'er pinched Yang Ling's nose and said with a smile, "Third Grandpa called you to set off firecrackers and prepare for lunch!"

Yang Ling hurriedly stood up, put Yan'er on his shoulders and walked towards the third uncle's house.

As soon as I walked into the third uncle's yard, I saw Yang Lei holding a large piece of rice cake and eating, Yan'er immediately struggled to get down, and her mouth was still shouting: "Sister-in-law, I want to eat, I want to eat!" Yang Ling had to put her on the ground, and the two girls, one big and one small, gathered together to share the rice cakes, Yang Ling smiled and said: "Eat so much, be careful that you can't get married if you get fat!"

Yang Lei rolled her eyes at him and said, "I like to eat, I want you to take care of it!"

Yang Ling shook his head and walked in, and saw a big roll of fiery red firecrackers placed by the third uncle on the eaves steps, he couldn't help but bared his teeth when he got closer, I strangled it, it turned out to be 30,000 Liuyang, and suddenly his legs and stomach were a little cramped, and when he walked into the hall, he saw the third uncle making a brazier, "Third uncle, where is Yang Xu?"

The third uncle didn't raise his head and said, "He and Xiao Xin are preparing to worship their ancestors! Why did you come here so late!"

Yang Ling couldn't help blushing a little, he forgot all about the ancestor worship, so he walked to the back hall and saw Feng Xin and Yang Xu cleaning the table with a tablet, and the sign said "Therefore, the ancestor examines Yang Gong and is righteous, and the ancestor Liu Shifen's spiritual seat" is also written next to it.

There are several couplets pasted on the wall opposite the table, which are left by the sacrifices of previous years, this brand is usually rarely taken care of, and it comes back to take care of it during the New Year's holidays, and now people pay less and less attention to these, and many people even lose their own genealogy, so after three or four generations, there is no contact between relatives.