On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the atmosphere of the New Year can already be felt all over the land.
The door of Shuangqiao Store has been pasted with Spring Festival couplets, and the word "Fu" has been pasted on the ash tray on the wall, filling the air with a joyous atmosphere.
At the door of the store, several children, not much taller than dogs, were setting off small firecrackers. They had to poke the firecrackers several times with incense to light the cores, and then ran more than ten meters away like Bolt in a 100-meter sprint, not forgetting to cover their ears.
The sound of snapping echoed in the fresh morning air.
Seeing the children setting off firecrackers with both love and fear, Wan Feng couldn't help but think of the scene when he was a child setting off firecrackers. He recalled it carefully and found that he was not braver than them at that time, and seemed to be the same as them.
The brigade building opposite the Shuangqiao Store had two big red light boxes hanging on the doorposts on both sides of the gate. Maybe it was a holiday, and there was no one in the brigade headquarters.
Wan Feng and Han Guangjia got off the taxi near Shuangqiao Store and the brigade building.
At the entrance of Nandawan, a hundred meters ahead, Han Guang’s security building was also filled with joy. A woman was directing two security personnel to hang red lanterns and stick blessing characters.
From a distance, I could hear her shouting as she leaned over and moved a little to the left.
The woman turned her head inadvertently and saw two people staggering towards her on the west avenue.
The next moment, the woman didn't care whether the word "Fu" was pasted crookedly or not, and ran over like a galloping horse.
Wan Feng quickly moved to the side. Seeing that the city gate was about to catch fire, he didn't want to be affected.
Han Guangjia was a little at a loss. He had obviously never encountered such a situation before and didn't know whether to hide or face it.
Liang Hongying was already flying over like a triple jump, but she slammed on the brakes when she got in front of Han Guang's house.
This made Wan Feng very disappointed.
He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh repeatedly: "It's a pity that you are moving at such a speed with such huge inertia. You should jump up and ride on Guangjia's body and give him a big kiss. This is the normal scene in this context. But what are you doing? I was ready to applaud you, but you are wasting my feelings."
"You want to watch the show from the sidelines? Is that what all the women in your family do?"
"Of course, if my Feng'er had kissed me more than ten times now."
"Bah! Shameless!"
"Liang Hongying, don't think you have the capital to be arrogant just because Han Guangjia is back. Let me tell you, Guangjia has already told me about your kiss. I have firsthand information about your shameless behavior."
Liang Hongying was anxious and pinched Han Guangjia's arm hard: "Wood! How could you tell him such a thing?"
Han Guangjia was at a loss for words: "Don't listen to him, he's a bluffing idiot, don't you know him?"
Liang Hongying looked at Wan Feng with murderous eyes.
Wan Feng laughed heartily: "Hahahaha! You're so cunning, you've been exposed right away! You can go home and kiss each other without delay. I'm leaving now."
Wan Feng was the first to walk to the entrance of Nandawan. He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to go to the factory first or go home first.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Wan Feng turned into Xiaoshutun.
Let’s go home first.
There was no one on the main road at the west end of Xiaoshutun Village. Wan Feng was the only one on this road that used to be bustling with traffic.
The sound of sporadic firecrackers could be heard from time to time in the village. In the yards of every household, there were whip poles for setting off firecrackers. On the top of the whip poles were iron planes made of wood or iron sheets, and at the tip of the planes were windmills made of iron sheets, which made a rattling sound when the wind blew.
The yard of the old brigade was deserted. The supply and marketing cooperative was on holiday, the health center was on holiday, and Sister Huaer's sock factory was also on holiday.
In the entire compound, his family in the upper courtyard was probably the only one still active there.
Wan Feng stood at the gate and looked at his own three-story building in the upper courtyard, which looked very magnificent.
There was also an iron whip pole in the middle of the yard, painted with silver powder and shining silver in the sun.
Mother, brother and sister are putting up Spring Festival couplets.
The mother was holding a basin of paste and applying the paste, while the younger brother Wanjun was pasting Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters on the wall, and the younger sister Wanfang was trembling as she held a handful of Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters.
"Brother is back!" Wan Fang was the first to see Wan Feng and shouted, waving the couplet with the word "Fu" in her hand like a colorful flag.
When Zhu Min saw her son coming back, she was so happy that she almost threw away the basin of paste in her hand.
"I thought I wouldn't be back for the New Year this year."
"No way, I just came back a little late."
Wan Feng handed the backpack to his mother and took the paste basin: "Where are my grandma and dad?"
"Your grandma went back to your uncle's house to celebrate the New Year, and your uncle came to take her back. Your dad was playing cards in the house. You said your dad, we were all playing couplets, but he was playing cards on the kang."
When Wan Shuichang had nothing to do, he liked to play a poker game called "Go to Heaven". He played it for half his life but never got to Heaven.
"Haha, let him put it up, my brother and sister and I will just stick it up. Have you prepared everything for the New Year at home?"
"What preparations have you made? Feng'er has already made a bunch of clothes and sent them over. She's also sent over all the food available at the market. Your dad bought some firecrackers and that's it."
"How many firecrackers did my dad buy?"
"About three hundred yuan."
"I only bought so little! Is there anyone still selling firecrackers now?"
In fact, in 1986, firecrackers worth three hundred yuan were already a lot of money, and ordinary people only spent ten or twenty yuan.
Jiangwei Brigade is the richest place in this area, and the average family's firecracker money is less than 100 yuan.
“The cooperatives are all closed, but the small shops are still there.”
In 1986, the management of firecrackers was quite loose, and even small individual shops could buy and sell them.
"Hurry up and put it up. Once you're done, go buy some firecrackers."
"Brother! The building is not good, so you have to stick so many more blessing characters than living in a house." Wan Jun said this without saying a word.
"It's good to live in a shack. You don't need to post any posters. I will build a shack for you in the yard tomorrow." Wan Feng retorted directly.
He lives in an apartment building and thinks there are too many "Fu" characters on the wall.
The Chinese characters for "Fu" (good fortune) had all been pasted upstairs, so Wan Feng didn't have to do much to finish pasting downstairs as well.
After pasting the couplets with the word "Fu" (blessing), Wan Feng looked around for a car.
But there was not even a cart in the yard except Wan Shuichang's motorcycle.
It’s not good to not have a car at home. Motorcycles can’t carry much stuff. How about getting a Sibu Xiang and driving it first?
He asked his younger brother to borrow a two-wheeled cart from the neighbor, and Wan Feng took his younger brother and sister to Shuangqiao Store and spent another 500 yuan to buy a cart full of firecrackers.
The owner of the Zong store was very happy.
When Wan Shuichang saw that his son had bought a cart full of firecrackers, he was very happy because he loved setting off firecrackers.
He doesn't get tired of letting it go day after day.
After lunch, Wan Feng rode my father's Jiangwei 70 motorcycle to visit neighbors.
Of course I have to go see my grandma, uncle, grandpa and grandma, and then go to Luan Feng's house.
Etiquette must be observed.
Wan Feng rode his motorcycle into Nandawan and discovered that Nandawan had also undergone earth-shaking changes.
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