Chapter 617
After having lunch at Pan’s house, the father and daughter went back to the courtyard and took a look. They found that their second uncle and second aunt had packed everything for them in advance as usual, and they could just come back and live there in a few days.
It is already 1 o'clock in the afternoon. The father and daughter drove back to Sujia Village. Like previous years, they will spend the night at their second uncle's house.
We soon arrived at the entrance of the village by car. Smoke was curling up from the village, and big red lanterns were swaying gently in the cold wind, like little jumping flames.
The sound of firecrackers rang out one after another, shattering the silence of winter and bringing out the strong flavor of the New Year.
When I got home, Brother Yu was about to put up Spring Festival couplets on both sides of the door. The words on them were written in a flamboyant style.
A layer of paste was first applied on the back of the Spring Festival couplets. He stepped on a high stool, carefully compared the couplets, and asked:
"Ahui, check if it's straightened?"
Su Hui took a few steps back, looked at it and said, "Okay, that's it."
She turned around and saw the two people who had just gotten off the bus, and said happily:
"Miao Miao, Uncle Shi, you're back! The spring couplets and paste are ready, you can put them up later."
After pasting the Spring Festival couplets, they returned to their second uncle's yard. Jiang Fengyi was particularly diligent today. His eyes were filled with work and he was busy running around. His second uncle and second aunt were very satisfied with him.
Uncle Qi was roasting pigs in the backyard. He rented a shop in Ning County and had already made the name of "Uncle Qi's Roasted Pigs" famous. After a busy year, he earned more money than he had made in the previous ten years.
He didn’t have the conditions before, but now that his life is better, he wants his family to taste his cooking skills, so he bakes with extra care.
Second aunt was frying fish again. Su Miao went over and sat on a small stool with his little nephew to enjoy the delicious food fresh out of the pot.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, three large tables were set up in the backyard. The men used all their cooking skills and each of them served his or her specialty dishes.
After my second uncle and Zhige burned incense and set off firecrackers, the New Year’s Eve dinner officially began.
The adults raised their glasses to celebrate, the children laughed and played, and the laughter and the sound of clinking glasses intertwined and echoed in the house.
This year, the collective activities in the village are scheduled for the first day of the new year, so there is nothing else to do tonight and everyone can chat to their heart's content.
The adults have their own fun, such as guessing numbers, chatting, playing cards, and barbecuing. Everything they do is interesting.
The children never knew what boredom was, and they loved the big color TV in their second uncle's house.
There are no cartoons tonight, and almost all channels are broadcasting the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala.
A group of children gathered in front of the TV, eating snacks and watching the show with great interest, but not everyone could understand the program.
If they come across a show they don’t like, they can go pee, go over to eat some barbecue, and then run back with the skewers of meat for the next show.
When the host mentioned making dumplings, they looked at the big round table that had been cleared and replaced with fruits, candies and cakes, and wondered why they always talked about making dumplings on TV.
So they all shouted loudly in the direction of the adults: "Mom! The TV said to make dumplings! I want to make dumplings too! Make dumplings! Make dumplings!"
Most of them responded with an irritable, "I'll take your life!"
Su Miao mingled among the adults and children, sometimes going over to listen to the gossip told by the aunts, and sometimes going over to watch skits with the children.
Uncle Benshan is very eye-catching this year, and we will be able to see him on the Spring Festival Gala for many years to come.
It was time for another program that the children didn't like. Huzi took out some colored paper and asked his brothers and sisters to fold it together. The youngest, Lele, didn't know how to fold it. He looked up at the sky and suddenly shouted, "Xingxing's butt is on fire!"
Everyone looked up and saw a meteor streaking across the deep blue night sky, leaving a long tail behind.
But before Su Miao could make a wish, the meteor disappeared.
Su Yuanzheng and his brothers and nephews drank until their faces flushed, and said to his daughter:
"Miao Miao, didn't you buy a lot of fireworks and say you were going to take the kids to set them off? If you don't go now, they'll get sleepy."
"Oh! Right, right! I was thinking I'd forgotten something! Let's go set off fireworks! I bought a ton! Even the kind that fly up into the sky and explode."
The nephews and nieces jumped for joy and chattered:
"Auntie! I love you so much. You always bring us fun things!"
"Aunt! I heard that fireworks that fly into the sky are really expensive! One would cost my dad a week's wages. I've only seen them on TV."
"Auntie, auntie! Where are we going to put it?"
Su Miao waved his hand and said, "Let's go to the threshing ground! It's empty there! It'll look great! And we don't have to worry about it catching fire."
After that, the children surrounded her and went home to move the fireworks.
Sister Hui and her two cousins were chatting, and when they saw this, they followed them. They were worried about these naughty children setting off fireworks by themselves. In their minds, they had automatically classified Su Miao as a member of the mischievous group.
Uncle Wu, who was still playing cards, gave them the key to the village committee office and asked them to turn on the power switch and the small light in the threshing ground so that it would not be so dark.
Under the expectant and admiring eyes of all the children, Su Miao placed a big firework tube in the middle of the threshing ground, put a big firework in it, lit it, and ran away quickly.
Unlike short-fuselage firecrackers, the fuse of the fireworks emits sparks, and after a while it flies into the sky with a "bang".
“Fly! Fly!”
"It's so high! As high as an airplane!!"
Amid the children's childish chatter, a huge firework exploded in the sky, and golden spots of light fell like rain.
This gorgeous sight left the children speechless for a moment. They stared blankly at the golden flowers, which grew bigger and bigger and then slowly disappeared.
The children cheered and jumped for joy. Before the golden afterglow of the fireworks had completely dissipated, the youngest, Lele, was already tugging at Su Miao's sleeve, looking up and shouting, "Auntie! Set off another one! I want one that spins!"
"Okay, okay, don't worry, we have them all!"
Su Miao smiled and took out a box of fireworks from the box, with the words "Spinning Top" printed on it in large letters.
She turned to the children and said, "This is amazing! It can run on the ground and spit fire at the same time!"
"Wow!" the children exclaimed in unison, their eyes wide open.
Hu Zi is a big boy now, and he is much better at setting off firecrackers than Su Miao.
After quickly ordering it, it returned to Su Miao's side. The small gyroscope spun and emitted dazzling flames, like a blooming chrysanthemum. As it moved, it looked like a fire dragon.
The children let loose completely, taking out their favorite fireworks from two large boxes and setting them off. For a moment, the place was brightly lit, and some children from other families gathered around to watch with envy.
Sister Hui smiled and shook her head: "Miaomiao, you bought more fireworks than last year. I'm afraid these little guys will go crazy until midnight tonight."
"It's the New Year, so it's better to have some fun!" Su Miao said with a smile, and took out a few bundles of hand-held sparklers from the box and distributed them to the children watching.
"Here, play with this by yourselves, be careful not to get burned."
The children took the sparkler sticks, said thank you sweetly, lit them and waved them around. The golden sparks drew shining arcs in the darkness. They giggled and ran around in the threshing ground like a group of happy elves.
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