As the village chief, I only raise bugs

Chapter 211. God, Three Ghosts, Four People, One
Near twelve o'clock, Jiang Chongshan came to the basketball court. From this year onwards, the village will be lit up, and this year's task of lighting the fire is his.

The whole family came with him.

Not only their family, but almost all the people from the whole village came, except for those sleepy children and old people who were in poor health.

On the basketball court, a pile of firewood has been set up, and several layers of bricks are placed on the bottom to prevent the fire from burning the ground.

After the beginning of spring, the entire village will be under construction, and the basketball court will be demolished. Wang Hengshan and his wife planned a small square with a fire pool in the middle, for the purpose of burning fire every year.

"I'll just wait for you." Cui Chaoyang hurriedly greeted the family when he saw the family coming.

With Jiang Chongshan's support, he can be said to be proud of himself in the village, but at the age of nearly fifty, he finally figured it out, stopped being high-profile, and finally won the favor of many people.

Jiang Chongshan took the torch from Wei Changjun. It was made of pine cones and pine oil by the old people in the village, and he was very patient.

I saw Wei Zhangjun lit the torch with a lighter, and there was a crackling sound, and occasionally turpentine dripped down.

Jiang Chongshan held it up, and after signaling to everyone, he stretched out the torch to the firewood pile.

As the flames rose, all the people in Guzhai seemed to see that their lives were about to flourish.

"Be careful at night." As time went by, many people went home to sleep. After all, they had to get up early in the morning, and they could sleep for a while. Before leaving, grandpa told Jiang Chongshan, "Keep the firewood away from the fire so close."

"I know, go back to sleep." Jiang Chongshan said to his grandfather.

After everyone left, there were not many people left on the basketball court.

Jiang Chongshan and Wei Changjun were on duty tonight.

And Meng Pinghui and Cui Jie also stayed.

"You don't even know how bad Chongzi was when he was a child." Wei Changjun told Meng Pinghui what happened when Jiang Chongshan was a child.

"The thing he liked to do most at the time was order the three of us to do bad things, and look innocent after being caught. For this, we were beaten a lot."

"I remember that during the summer vacation in the fourth grade, he didn't know where he learned that a magnifying glass can ignite a fire. He asked us to experiment in the wheat field. In the end, the wheat straw was ignited. Fortunately, the mouse's legs were fast. He went back and called the adults. It didn't matter how big it was , That day, the three of us were miserable!"

"You still said to me that during Chinese New Year that year, you threw a cannon into your chicken coop, which frightened your chickens so that they didn't lay eggs for a few days. You said that the cannon was thrown from porridge. On the afternoon of the fifth day, the porridge was thrown Hang it up and hit it, it's your credit."

"Then can you blame me? If he wasn't too exhausted during Chinese New Year, he would be beaten?"

"Keep your voice down, everyone is asleep."

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The cold wind was howling, and four people wearing yellow cloaks sat around the fire, occasionally adding some firewood to the fire, talking about things from their childhood, without feeling sleepy at all.

At four o'clock in the morning, every household turned on the lights, and they were making dumplings and serving glutinous rice balls.

Wang Baihua and Zhao Chao walked over.

"You guys go back and tidy up, let's add firewood." Wang Baihua said with a smile, "Hengshan and Baihao will come over after a while, and everyone will replace them."

Jiang Chongshan and the others were not pretentious, they chatted for a few words and then went home.

After paying homage to the Stove Lord and ancestors, Jiang Baixiang and Cui Shuangying kowtowed to the old man together, but Jiang Zhichao was not humble.

According to the local customs, except for marriage, it is not allowed to kowtow to the living, but the first day of the new year is an exception.

But on this day kowtowing, only one nod can be made, which is the saying of "three gods, three ghosts, four people one".

Kowtow to the gods, you get three heads, which is called Shensan. Since ancient times, there has been a saying in our country that "three lives and all things are born", and those who have this ability are called gods, and Shensan comes from this.

To kowtow to a ghost is to nod four heads. This "ghost" is not talking about the scary kind, but the old man who passed away in the family.It is said that in the first three years of the old man's death, he has not completely cut off from the world, and there will always be something left behind, so it is called "ghost", and "four" is a negative number, and "four" is connected with "death". ", so you have to kowtow four times.

After the third anniversary, people think that their ancestors will have official positions in the heavenly court, and they will change from "ghosts" to "gods".

Therefore, there is something special about visiting the grave and kowtow, and it depends on how many years ago the ancestor passed away.

As for Renyi, there are also opinions.The current world is called "Yangjian", and "one, three, five, seven and nine" is a positive number, so kowtowing to people must be these, and the above also said that kowtowing to gods is three, and people cannot exceed "" "God", so there is the saying "one person".

After Jiang Baixiang and Cui Shuangying finished kowtowing, it was time for Jiang Chongshan and Meng Pinghui.

Jiang Chongshan and the others are not married yet, so the family members are determined not to let Meng Pinghui kowtow, but this red envelope is indispensable.

After Jiang Chongshan respectfully kowtowed to his grandfather and parents, he also got three red envelopes, but they were much thinner than Meng Pinghui's.

Now the family is not short of money, not to mention what Jiang Chongshan gives them every month, just the supermarket that they open, earning 2 yuan a month is not a problem.

Therefore, he was not polite, but stuffed it into his pocket.

Next they picked up the bowl.

In the dumplings on the morning of the first day of the new year every year, each family will serve dumplings according to the number of people in the family, that is, three bowls for three people in the family, and four bowls for four people.

In addition, two of these dumplings are wrapped with coins, called "money dumplings". It is said that whoever eats money dumplings means that he will have good luck this year.

There is also a reward for eating "money dumplings", usually five or ten yuan in cash.

But now it has become a fun game for everyone. Under normal circumstances, the children are chosen closely, and the ones left in the end are the oldest in the family.

"Pinghui good luck!"

This year, Meng Pinghui ate the two dumplings with coins at home. The probability of this is very low.

Cui Shuangying quickly took out two "Hongwu Tongbao" from her pocket and put them in Meng Pinghui's hands: "Come on, this is our reward for eating money dumplings, you take it."

These are the copper coins left by grandma. Jiang Chongshan doesn’t know exactly how many coins there are. Anyway, whoever eats the dumplings will be rewarded with a "Hongwu Tongbao" every year since he was a child. For so many years, Jiang Chongshan only got seven or eight coins, and they were all in his drawer. Let it go.

"Auntie, isn't this too expensive?" Meng Pinghui instinctively wanted to refuse when she saw that it was a copper coin, especially a copper coin she had never seen before.

"Put it away, I asked, and the recycling price is ten yuan." Jiang Chongshan stood up after eating the last dumpling.

"Then thank you, auntie." When Meng Pinghui heard that it was only ten yuan, she put it away with a smile.

"Look at you, look at Pinghui, I don't want to beat you up for Chinese New Year!" Cui Shuangying was more and more satisfied with Meng Pinghui, but she was not polite to her son.

Jiang Baixiang also put down the bowl, and said quietly: "Po Wu, Po Wu Xing beats the child, I guess this is the last year to beat him, so give him a good beating!"

(End of this chapter)