After sending Erman and others home, Wan Feng visited Shen Hongjun's home.
"You guys have to go home on the fourth day of the New Year, right?"
According to the custom in southern Liaoning, a son-in-law cannot see the family tree.
The family tree for offering sacrifices is usually hung up on the 30th day. When the New Year's greetings are received in the evening, the ancestors are invited home and must be offered sacrifices until the New Year's greetings are sent off in the afternoon of the third day. Therefore, daughters usually go back to their parents' home for the New Year on the fourth day.
"We'll go back on the fourth day of the New Year. You can come over then and we can have a good drink together."
"Drink your ass! Forget about my alcohol tolerance. You and your father-in-law can have a toast later."
"Isn't he your father-in-law too?"
"Haha, I don't count now, but for at least the next five years, I won't have anything to do with toasting with my father-in-law. You two can drink it."
Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal for Wan Feng to have a meal or even drink some wine at Luan Feng's house, but during the Chinese New Year, it was considered a formal occasion, and someone like him with no status could not sit at the table.
"Brother-in-law, what do you think we should get back for our parents?" Luan Ying interrupted.
"Whatever you want, take anything. You have everything you need at home now, so it's not a big deal if you take anything."
"In the past, when we went home, Mom and Dad were very reluctant to come."
That was in the past. This year, Wan Feng bought all the New Year's gifts for Luan Feng's family. They had things that they had in previous years, and they also had things that they didn't have in previous years. He even sent half of the goats, and it was not uncommon for Luan Ying and the others to send a few fish.
"It's all your fault. You brought everything back. Now they are no longer rare items when we go back." Luan Ying said jokingly.
"When you go back, you will become the most precious thing to your parents."
Isn't the purpose of celebrating the New Year to be popular and lively? Nothing is better than a lively atmosphere.
Besides the popularity, the next thing that can boost the festive atmosphere during the Chinese New Year is firecrackers. Without firecrackers, there will be no Chinese New Year atmosphere.
On the morning of the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, Wan Feng started the tractor.
Today he broke his promise not to go to the street last year, and went to the county town to buy the last New Year's goods. The New Year's goods he wanted to buy today were firecrackers.
There were more than ten people sitting in the front and bed of the tractor.
Sitting in the front of the car were Luan Feng, Jiang Min, Gu Qiaoling and Chen Wenxin, and in the bed were my uncle, aunt, aunt Jiang Li, as well as Zhang Hailiang, Wan Yang Qilang, Chen Cang and six or seven others.
Luan Feng originally planned to have a day off on the morning of the 26th, but after hearing that Wan Feng was going to the county town on the 26th, she took a day off on the 25th. Today, she went to the county town to join in the fun.
Jiang Min went home today and would not be able to return to Wa until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Later, Wan Feng gave her the task of finding her other half within these twenty days.
Gu Qiaoling had never been to the county town since she was a child. This time, before going home for the New Year, she also went to the county town to try some foreign food, and then Wan Feng sent her home.
It was painful to have too many women sitting in the front of the car. Along the way, Wan Feng felt like he was sitting in a woods with fresh morning air, his ears filled with the chirping of birds waking up to look for food.
We finally arrived at the county town, and when the birds got off the car, the world finally became quiet.
The main task today is firecrackers, nothing else is needed.
He really likes to set off firecrackers. It's a habit he developed since childhood.
But later on, no young people liked to set off firecrackers, which made him very depressed. His son didn't even watch the firecrackers being set off. He was almost always sitting in front of the computer or swiping around with his mobile phone, so every year he had to set off the firecrackers bought by him alone.
Fortunately, he was willing to set off firecrackers, otherwise there would be no one to set off firecrackers during the New Year.
You can’t go to the department store to buy firecrackers, you can only go to the grocery store.
Women were not very interested in buying firecrackers, so they went to the Second Department Store and men went to the Local Grocery Store.
Anyway, they are all within a radius of 200 meters in this area.
The tractor was parked at the gate of the grocery company. At that time, there were no fines for illegal parking. You could park wherever you wanted, even in the middle of the avenue, and no one would care. There were not many cars in the small county town anyway, and today was the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month. There was no four-wheeled car on the street except Wan Feng's rumbling tractor.
The biggest advantage of buying firecrackers is that you don’t need receipts. This time, Wan Feng can enjoy himself in a big way.
But when he got to the counter, he was disappointed. He wanted to buy something, but there was nothing to buy.
The products on display at the counter include: small whips, medium whips, double-kick firecrackers, sky-piercing monkeys, magic bullets...
I saw it at a glance.
"How much is a small whip with a hundred cracks?"
"Five points."
"What about the two hundred?"
"A dime."
That's fair enough! Three hundred shots must be 15 cents.
"What about the five hundred?"
"Are you going to buy it or not?" the salesperson said impatiently.
"How can I buy it if I don't ask? What's your attitude?"
"What's wrong with my attitude?" The salesperson was ready to argue with Wan Feng.
An old salesperson came over to the counter and replaced the young man who needed a fan.
"One hundred shots..." Wan Feng calculated for a long time with his eyes rolling.
"One hundred plates for one hundred shots, fifty plates for two hundred shots, twenty plates for five hundred shots, and fifty plates for one thousand shots."
The old salesperson quickly wrote out the tickets.
These whips are worth forty dollars.
After buying the small whip, the next step is naturally the medium whip. The medium whip is the largest whip of this period, costing more than 200 pieces and one dollar per string.
"Open forty more medium whips, one bundle of five-cent firecrackers, two bundles of eight-cent firecrackers, and forty bundles of magic bullets."
These things cost more than a hundred yuan in total, and I didn’t buy anything else.
The only thing that can be considered a firework is the kind that sprays out tiny little sprays of flowers on the ground, and the varieties are very limited, with only two types.
It would be great if there were big fireworks, it would be so cool to set them off.
It's just something I can only think about.
I had no choice but to buy another forty of these two varieties of small spray flowers, but even so I didn't spend more than 200 yuan.
The only things left are the Sky-Drilling Monkey, the Didijin, the Spinning Monkey, and the Little Rocket, all of which are toys to fool children. I didn't even see a Ma Leizi. It's so boring.
There are countless varieties of fireworks in later generations, so why don't we have them now? Even if there were a kind of sky-high thunder that didn't bloom but made a loud noise, it would be fine.
Make your own gunpowder?
If all else fails, how about getting some gunpowder and putting it in a can and setting it off? That should be pretty loud.
Yes! That’s it!
But on second thought, does this count as being bored to death?
While Wan Feng was feeling listless here, Zhu Ping was busy, sweating profusely and feeling both painful and happy.
Wan Feng squatted at the gate and watched Zhu Ping and Yang Qilang load things into the car one by one.
They brought their own cloth bags, and the small whips were put into one bag, but the double-kick firecrackers, medium-sized whips and spray flowers could not be put into the bag. Fortunately, they brought two cardboard boxes when they came.
Cardboard boxes are now precious things.
"Fuck, your family is planning to move the firecracker factory!" Yang Qilang and Zhu Ping sighed as they carried a box filled with forty medium-sized firecrackers.
This is just the beginning, and it doesn’t even reach Wan Feng’s budget.
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