He Ruixue had just finished her meal when Zhao Meiya came in with an earthenware jar filled with sand, intending to put it on the stove to burn incense.
He Chunsheng, Wang Taozhi and others followed behind her, holding things for worship in their hands.
Zhao Meiya walked forward and put a candy in He Ruixue's hand.
"Take this and eat it. It's New Year's Eve candy. Eating it brings good luck and will make the whole year sweet."
"Mom, you eat too."
"Hey, let's all eat. It's almost twelve o'clock, let's all go to the Kitchen God. Dongbao will kneel at the front and let him bless you first..."
Suddenly, Li Duoliang rushed into the yard and breathlessly told them a piece of news.
"Uncle He, my grandpa is dying. My dad said you can go there and see him one last time."
Without waiting for an answer, he left quickly.
According to custom, the doors of every household are left open during the Chinese New Year, as this will keep the God of Wealth out and make it easier for him to visit each household to notify them.
Zhao Meiya's face fell drastically, and she slammed the table and cursed, "Seeing the King of Hell on New Year's Eve is really unlucky! Dongbao, don't worry about him. He will be gone for a while. Let's go worship the Kitchen God first."
Several people placed the incense and candles as offerings, then stuck a piece of candy on the mouth of the Kitchen God's statue, and knelt down and kowtowed in turn.
Several elders were chanting, asking him to bless their families with safety, smooth work, safe childbirth for He Ruixue and Lu Lan, and progress in their children's studies... It was like making a wish.
All I can say is that China does not keep idle gods. It has been like this since ancient times, and gods must perform their duties.
Even if not, the believers have to give him some work.
After the worship, they took turns walking out of the kitchen and came to Li's house in the wind and snow.
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