Early morning in mid-December.
Li Yi walked out of the room yawning. It had just rained outside and the courtyard was drizzling. A thin layer of white mist was rising between the mountains.
"Son, the Little New Year is coming in a few days. Call your dad and ask him to buy some sesame candy and cakes to offer to the Kitchen God when he comes back."
At this time, Li's mother came out of the room. As the Spring Festival was approaching, the company that had been running so fast had to stop. She no longer left home early and came back late like before, busying around with her father.
In fact, as far as Li Yi knows, Li's mother can't help much at the factory. At most, she can serve tea and water and sort out documents. Back then, Li's mother was poor and dropped out of school before graduating from elementary school. Over the years, the biggest learning achievement is literacy and arithmetic. The rest is to make a living, and there is no need to think about managing a company.
But she also enjoys it. There are idle positions in the company, and if there is none, she can create one.
"And let's go to your uncle's house for dinner on New Year's Eve this year."
Although the Li family is not a particularly united family, they usually get together for dinner on days like the Spring Festival's Eve. Especially when the elder, the second uncle, is around, even relatives who live far away will rush back to take a look.
"OK."
Li Yi took out his cell phone and called his father. His mind was full of mixed thoughts, and when he heard Xiaonian's name, some memories came flooding back uncontrollably.
This is what happens when you live long enough. It's easy to reminisce about the past when you experience too many festivals like this. It's not the festival itself, but the people who share the festival with you.
The spiritual world also has a festival similar to the Spring Festival, which is called the New Year. Every time this festival comes, the mortal world will hold a grand festival celebration, and each household will eat balls of paste similar to glutinous rice balls.
When he was a mortal, Li Changsheng's family was so poor that they had to support him in his studies. In the first year of his life, he could only eat dry food. As for the various delicacies prepared for festivals, they naturally did not have them, but Li Changsheng could eat them every year.
Because Wei Xi would secretly bring it out from home for herself.
After entering the cultivation world, Li Changsheng still had the habit of celebrating ordinary festivals during the first year of the New Year. He would randomly find a village or town, and then someone would treat him to a bowl of dough. He found that the method of making dough has changed slightly every few hundred years, and the taste is also different. Some places like to add some local specialties, some places like to eat sweet, and some places like to eat spicy.
At that time, Xue Ye was the one who accompanied him to celebrate the festival. At first, this peerless genius of the Sword Sect didn't care about ordinary festivals at all, and just followed him. Later, she gradually realized the joy of it. Although she didn't say it explicitly, Li Changsheng could still feel her joy.
Later, perhaps because of my own reasons, I always called the first year of the year the Spring Festival. In the secular world, the first year gradually came to be called the Spring Festival, and New Year's Eve was born.
Later, I celebrated the festival with the rabbit, the old Taoist priest, and the monk. However, most of the time, the old Taoist priest and the monk were either busy or practicing in seclusion, leaving me and the rabbit alone. I celebrated the festival once a year, and probably only the rabbit had time to accompany me.
On New Year’s Eve, the Moon Palace would hold a grand banquet. At first, it was just a small gathering of the four of them, but later, somehow, its reputation grew and it gradually became the largest banquet in the cultivation world, known as the Guanghan Banquet.
Li Changsheng is not a stingy person. He believes that everyone who comes is a guest and anyone who comes on New Year’s Eve can have a bite of glutinous rice balls.
With the blessing of the worldly immortal, the Spring Festival, a secular festival, was promoted in the cultivation world. Celebrating it once a year was too difficult for most cultivators, so the Spring Festival in the cultivation world was generally celebrated once every 10 years.
The Guanghan Banquet was held once every 10 years, and was divided into outer seats and inner seats. In the outer seats, no matter who you are, no matter where you come from, even if you are an ordinary beggar, as long as you come to the Moon Palace, you can have a seat. The inner seats were a small gathering of Li Changsheng and his friends, and the food was the same as the outer seats, but those who could sit inside were all powerful people in the eyes of outsiders.
Later, after the old monk and the old Taoist priest died, only the rabbit was left to celebrate the festival with him. After the rabbit died again, there was no one to celebrate the festival with him.
Li Changsheng did not celebrate the festival anymore, nor did he go to the Moon Palace. The festival was not the point, the point was the people who celebrated it with him.
Now that everyone is back, this year's New Year's Eve shouldn't be so quiet.
Li Yi began to look forward to the festival after a long time.
Beep Beep
【Hello. 】
After the call was connected, Li Yi said, "Dad, prepare for the Little New Year. When you come back, buy some sesame candy and cakes to offer to the Kitchen God."
[I see. Do you want to eat anything? ]
"Pig's feet."
[Then I will buy some soybeans and pig's feet tonight. ]
After hanging up the phone, Li Yi walked out of the house and headed for the vegetable field, where a big yellow dog was patrolling. Many animals gathered in the surrounding trees and bushes, peeking at the lettuce in the vegetable field, but not daring to step into it.
The big yellow dog held his head high and walked around the vegetable garden step by step, with the momentum of a tiger.
I have reached the ninth level of Qi training and my Qi is strong. I should be able to build a foundation in some time.
For the monster race, it means condensing the monster pill, removing the throat bone, and speaking human language. Of course, this is how humans classify monsters. In fact, the levels of monsters vary greatly due to their different races. Some big monsters are still ignorant like wild beasts after their golden pill cultivation, while some monsters can speak human language after refining their qi.
Suddenly, the big yellow dog noticed Li Yi's arrival, and its head held high and chest puffed out instantly collapsed. Its tail swung wildly, its tongue stuck out, and it looked like a dog licking its face.
"How are you taking care of the ginseng?" Li Yi touched the dog's head. The big yellow dog barked a few times and then ran to the center of the field.
There is an open space with a diameter of three meters in the center, and there are no weeds on it except for a few ginseng leaves.
Li Yi squatted down and looked at the ginseng carefully. The vitality in it was a bit stronger than when it was just delivered, but the leaves were a little shriveled. Obviously, the concentration of spiritual energy in this place did not meet its requirements.
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