Han Cheng was completely unaware of the changes that were quietly happening under the sunlight because of his gaze. If he knew, he wondered if he would still have the courage and interest to look at the women of the tribe, letting his thoughts drift and reminiscing about the past.

Fortunately, although Xing, Xiaomei, and Xiaoli were somewhat moved by the words of the female primitive, they did not dare to put it into action for the time being.

Therefore, Han Dashenzi, who had never known about this matter, was able to arrange for everyone to celebrate this New Year that they had never celebrated before in a relatively relaxed, happy and nostalgic mood.

When you have something to look forward to, the days always seem to be so slow and long that it makes people anxious. As everyone in the Qingque tribe is looking forward to it, the New Year is finally approaching.

Twenty-four, sweep the house.

Twenty-five, grinding tofu.

Twenty-six, cut a piece of meat.

Twenty-seven, kill a chicken.

Twenty-eight, post pictures.

Twenty-nine...

In the cold season, as the new year is approaching, the Qingque tribe is becoming more and more lively and excited. Although the days seem to be the same as usual, everyone can feel the difference.

After the meal on the evening of the 23rd, which seemed much more sumptuous than in the past, matters related to the New Year were pushed towards the end step by step, like a bow that had been slowly pulled open and was ready to be released.

Twenty-four. The people of the Green Bird Tribe began to act under the command of the Son of God.

Sweep and wipe the room utensils, and clean the yard.

The Green Bird tribe's several large vats for boiling soup were always on, boiling hot water for everyone to wash their things.

After the rooms, courtyards, and utensils have been cleaned, what needs to be cleaned is the people themselves.

There were no bathhouses at that time, so when the weather got colder, everyone, including Han Cheng, took fewer baths.

But this time is different from the past. In the past, even if someone didn’t want to take a shower, they had to take a shower today. This was the instruction from the Son of God, and his attitude was very firm.

The reason is that the new year means a new beginning and we cannot bring the dust of this year into the new year.

In a relatively narrow area of ​​the cave separated by rafts and animal skins, there was a lot of steam.

Inside the vat, Han Cheng buried his head in the hot water and spit out a string of bubbles happily. Then he began to rub the dust off his body and wash his already very long hair with his hands.

After raising his head out of the hot water, he soon felt the cold again. Even though there was a small flame burning continuously under the big vat, which looked like a stew made from the Son of God, it could not isolate himself from the cold air.

We need to find a way to build a special bathroom. Taking a bath in such a place is really too uncomfortable. No wonder the people in the tribe don’t like to take a bath when the weather gets cold.

Han Cheng thought this while rubbing his body and hair.

There was no soap or bath towel, so I could only rub it dry with my hands.

Han Cheng could tolerate these things, but what he could not tolerate the most was that he had to wash his hair directly with clean water.

After washing my hair with clean water, I always feel that my hair and scalp are still greasy. This feeling is enough to make me crazy.

Han Cheng did not expect to have things like shampoo and soap. Even if there was a bag of laundry detergent in front of him at this moment, he would rub it on his head with tears in his eyes. Even if his hair was so dry that he could hardly comb it, he would still enjoy it.

However, even laundry detergent is a luxury, and the only thing that can be used is wood ash.

After washing his body almost completely, Han Cheng grabbed a handful of wood ash from the jar next to him and rubbed it on his hair.

Although it is not easy to clean your hair with wood ash, it can reduce the greasy feeling to a certain extent.

Soapberry!

This is something that Han Cheng has been reciting several times every time he takes a bath or washes his hair for a long time.

The most important thing for a long journey after the spring is to confirm the ideas in your mind, and the other is to find as many useful things as possible that the Qingque tribe does not have, and soap beans are one of them.

After the twenty-fourth, the entire Qingque tribe became brand new.

The Qingque tribe does not grow soybeans, so twenty-five grains cannot be ground into tofu.

Han Cheng felt very sorry that this precious food, which was eaten as meat in poor times, could no longer appear.

Needless to say, the Mapo Tofu and the stinky tofu, and the dried tofu that is fried and then cut into shreds and is delicious for making soup or stir-frying, are enough to make Han Cheng reminisce.

Even without a tofu mill, the people of the Qingque tribe are still busy. The women are rushing to make new clothes so that everyone will have one before the New Year.

The men prepared firewood, drums and other things to drive away the Nian beast.

The atmosphere became thicker day by day, time passed slowly and stubbornly, and it was already the twenty-eighth.

The sky, which had been sunny for a few days, became gloomy again.

Han Cheng exhaled white air and found Bo, who had already worked with Mu and a few others to make two drums and had some free time, and asked him to cut out a few pieces of wood that were about one meter and two meters long and about five or six centimeters in diameter.

Then use stone knives and wooden sticks to split the wood in half.

After doing as he was told, Bo stood aside and refused to leave, wanting to see what the Son of God was going to do.

Han Cheng took a tile, counted the words, and drew subtle spacing on the yellowish-brown wooden board.

Then he found a charcoal pencil and started writing on the space, stroke by stroke.

Lame watched from the side, not knowing what the Son of God meant by this action.

The stone that came over stretched out its little head, looked for a while, and then slowly read along with Han Cheng's writing: "As time goes by, people get older, spring fills the world and blessings fill the house."

After reading it, he tilted his head and scratched his head, very confused.

He was confused by three points. In the Qingque tribe, besides the Son of God, he was the best at learning divine characters. However, at this moment, he could not understand the words written by the Son of God.

He knew all these words, but the annoying thing was that when he put them together, he had no idea what they meant.

The second point is the writing rules, which are completely different from the horizontal writing that the Son of God usually teaches and with which he is already completely familiar.

Shouldn't the plaque be placed horizontally and written from left to right? Why did Shenzi write from top to bottom this time?

The third is that he didn’t know what the use of the Son of God was for this thing.

"The New Year brings more happiness, and the festival is called Changchun."

"We bid farewell to the old year with the sound of drums, and always replace the old talismans with new ones"

With doubts in his heart, Shitou once again slowly and quietly read out what Han Cheng had written.

Han Cheng wrote each stroke of the couplets while recalling the few ones he remembered.

According to legend, the earliest Spring Festival couplet is "New Year brings more happiness, and the festival is called Everlasting Spring".

It is said to be the work of Meng Chang, the last ruler of Later Shu during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period after the late Tang Dynasty.

Not many people know about Meng Chang, but one of his concubines is quite famous: Lady Huarui, for whom Meng Chang planted hibiscus all over the city.

After the fall of the country, when she was questioned by Zhao Lao Da in Bianliang about the harm done to the country and the people, she wrote a poem, "

The king raised the flag of surrender on the city wall, but how could I know from deep in the palace? 140,000 people took off their armor, but not one of them was a man.

Meng Chang and Li Yu, the last ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty who wrote "When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moons End" in the same period, have many similarities in experience and personality.

However, his poems are not as good as those written by Li Yu, and the most widely circulated one is this couplet.

It is said that when he wrote this couplet, Boss Zhao had already divided his troops into two groups and let Wang Quanan and Cao Bin lead the attack on Hou Shu.

It was in the year when he wrote this couplet that the Later Shu Dynasty was destroyed and he and Lady Huarui were taken captive.

This is not the most dramatic thing. The most intriguing thing is that in that year, the highest official sent by the Song Dynasty to handle the affairs of the Later Shu was named Lü Yuqing. Not long ago, Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Lao Da, designated his birthday as Changchun Festival...

"You'll find out soon."

Han Cheng smiled and said to Shi Tou, who couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Then he asked Bo to find a rope and a stone knife, and carve some grooves near the two ends of the wooden couplet so that they could be used to tie the rope.

After doing all this, he asked Shitou, Bo, Heiwa and Tietou who had come over to follow him out with the wooden couplet, and told everyone to be careful not to scratch the words on it.

After all, it is written with charcoal, not ink, and it is easy to scratch it if you are not careful.

A few small wooden pegs were hammered into the pillars on both sides of the gate. Han Cheng then hung the couplet, which was much larger than the other three, on both sides of the gate.

It was the couplet in which he forcibly changed firecrackers into leather drums.

The Son of God's unexpected move soon attracted many people from the Green Bird Tribe to come and see what was happening.

Everyone pointed at the couplet and said a few words from time to time, guessing the intention of the Son of God's action.

Some say it is used to scare away the Nian beast, some say it is a talisman, and some say it is used to communicate with the gods...

Han Cheng listened to the discussion of the crowd without saying anything. He just stepped back four or five meters, carefully examined this unique and simple couplet with a smile on his face, and thought it was not bad.

The only regret is that the writing is a bit ugly and the wood board was not dyed red.

Another regrettable thing is that there is no way to find a way out.

Otherwise, whether it is the red-faced Guan Yu, the black-faced Zhang Fei, Qin Shubao holding the golden mace, or Yuchi Gong holding the whip, if they are drawn and pasted on the door, they can add a lot of glory to the first New Year of the Qingque tribe.

Han Cheng really wanted to paint a few paintings himself, but after thinking about his poor abstract painting skills, he gave up the idea.

Otherwise, the door gods that appear in the Qingque tribe can not only ward off ghosts, but even people will retreat away... It's scary to think about it.

Couplets were also hung on the other three doors in turn.

Not satisfied with just looking at it, Han Cheng painted two more and hung them respectively at the entrance of the cave and on the door of the deer pen.

He also made a short wooden sign, wrote the four words "Caotou Xingwang" on it, and hung it on the long deer trough where Uncle Deer often grazes.

Looking at the many fawns that Grandpa Deer and his harem had born in this year, Han Cheng felt that hanging this wooden sign here was the most appropriate place.

The rabbit pen, chicken coop, the place where the Green Bird tribe often cooks, and the kang where the witch sleeps were not spared by Han Dashenzi, who was unable to stop himself from making Spring Festival couplets. He hung signs such as "Prosperity of Livestock" and "Be careful with lights" on them.

Even the newly manufactured canoe of the Qingque tribe, which had not yet been tested, was labeled by Han Dashenzi as "A thousand miles a day, eight hundred miles a night". It can be said to be very crazy.

Although such a canoe cannot travel a hundred miles a day...