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After moving the things into the house, I found that the fourth child was lying on the kang, covered with a small quilt, his face was flushed, and he was a little wilted.

Ask Shan Xing, it turns out that Xiao Laosi played a little crazy these two days, and ended up catching a cold.

"Caifeng, take medicine and sleep well."

Mother was holding a tea mug filled with sugar water, half a pain reliever tablet, and a tetracycline tablet.

Liu Qingshan took a look, and quickly picked out the tetracycline:

"This must never be given to children in the future. When the time comes, the tetracycline teeth in the mouth will be ugly and suffer."

Lin Zhi blinked: I don't want to take this, and I don't have any other medicine?

Liu Qingshan chuckled: "Medicine, I brought it back."

After finishing speaking, he took a bottle of canned hawthorn, found a screwdriver, pried it around, and quickly opened the lid.

The can lids at that time did not have threaded openings like later ones, but a large circle was tightly pressed, with a small rubber pad pressed inside.

"Brother, pour out half of the bowl, it's enough for me and Shan Xing, and the remaining half bottle, I'll bring it to grandpa and grandma."

After he finished uncapping the bottle, the little fourth child had already climbed down from the kang, happily took a small rice bowl, and spread out the cans.

Liu Qingshan stroked her antenna braids: "How about it, my medicine is better!"

That's right, when I was a child, canned food was used to treat children's diseases.

Chapter 132 Posting New Year Pictures

A bottle of canned food is really not much, so Liu Qingshan simply opened another bottle and distributed it to everyone.

Canned food sold for more than one yuan per bottle at the time, which was really not cheap, so children in rural areas rarely ate it once or twice a year.

When I heard about eating canned food, of course I was excited, and even if I had a minor illness, I immediately regained my energy, and half of the illness was cured first.

The remaining two empty cans were washed by Shan Xing, and they were said to be kept as small lanterns during the Chinese New Year.

Seeing that it's really late today, Liu Qingshan patted her little head: "I'll make lanterns for you guys tomorrow."

When I came back from the mountain the next day, I found that the fourth child was alive and kicking again. It seemed that the treatment of canned fruit was effective.

Liu Qingshan ate a few large cornmeal pancakes and drank a bowl of sauerkraut soup, Shan Xing put two clean canned jars in front of Liu Qingshan.

During the Chinese New Year here, children in every household will carry small lanterns and rush from the east house to the west house.

At that time, there was a special kind of small colored candles, about the thickness of a little finger, ten centimeters long, and the dolls called this kind of candles "kowtow", and they didn't know what it meant.

Probably because it is relatively short, the time of kowtow is burnt out, right?

Glue this kind of small candle to the bottom of the jar, tie a noose around the mouth of the bottle with hemp rope, and hang it with a small wicker stick. A small lantern is ready.

But this is only a basic one, the small candle inside is easy to fall down, what Liu Qingshan made for his two younger sisters today is a relatively advanced one.

The most important thing is to remove the bottom of the can. You can put the bottle outside and freeze it for two hours, then pour hot water into the bottle, and the bottom of the bottle will explode.

However, if you do this, you can't control the bursting of the bottle, and it will often fall apart directly, and a can will be scrapped.

Liu Qingshan has a trick. He pulls the cotton thread from the thread board, folds it in half several times, and soaks it in kerosene.

Then wrap it around a little above the bottom of the bottle.

"Fifth, light the fire!"

Shan Xing held the matchbox, was ready at that moment, struck one immediately, and ignited the string.

Hula, all the cotton threads in a circle burned.

The most critical time came, Liu Qingshan put the can bottle upside down, and thrust it into a basin next to it filled with cold water.

With a crisp click, the bottom of the bottle fell off.

Take out the canning bottle, the break is neat and perfect.

Seeing Yang Hongying next to her, she was stunned for a while: "Sanfeng'er, I didn't expect you to have this ability?"

After finishing speaking, he asked the fourth and fifth children: "Caifeng, Shanxing, can you explain the scientific principles in this?"

These two are still too young, so of course they can't explain it clearly, they just know that it has something to do with hot and cold.

Yang Hongying explained to them the principle of thermal expansion and cold contraction, and the fourth child really understood it, and asked with wide eyes:

"Old sister, there will be cracks in the ground in winter, and they will disappear in summer. Is it because of this?"

Little guy, he can draw inferences from one instance, it's amazing.

Yang Hongying also patted her on the head to show her encouragement.

Shan Xing next to her added: "Sister, I played glass balls with Caifeng yesterday, and one of her flower glass balls rolled into the ground crack."

While the sisters were chatting, Liu Qingshan continued to work. He used a saw to pull two wooden boards slightly larger than the bottom of the can, and this wooden board replaced the original bottle bottom.

A thin iron nail is nailed in the middle, and a length of about one centimeter is exposed. This is used for inserting candles.

Put iron wire on both sides, and the wire passes through the canning jar, just to fix the canning jar.

Bend a small circle at the top of the wire to tie the rope, and finally connect a smooth small wicker stick to complete a small portable lantern.

Liu Yinfeng also came to help, and cut out some big red carps, flowers and butterflies with colored paper, and decorated them around the bottle, making the small lanterns more beautiful.

The other one did the same. After finishing, the two little girls ran out with their hands, eager to show the new toy to other friends.

"It's still daylight."

Liu Qingshan yelled, but didn't call them, and simply ignored them.

At this time, Lin Zhi had already made a large pot of paste, and it was already the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, so she hurriedly paste the wall.

The newspapers had already been bought from the brigade, and they were all brought back from Spring City.

After picking up a wad and putting it on the dining table, Liu Yinfeng took the brush head and started to brush the rice on the paper.

Yang Hongying held the brushed newspapers in both hands, and handed them to Liu Qingshan who was standing on the bench, and he pasted them on the shed one by one.

Paste the shed first, and then paste the wall. This order cannot be poor.

The tape recorder on the cabinet cover was still playing English tapes, and Liu Yinfeng muttered a few words from time to time.

Listening to English tapes at work, Liu Qingshan always felt a little awkward: "Old sister, second sister, I almost fell asleep listening to it, can you play a song?"

Well, Liu Yinfeng was really worried about falling her brother, so she changed the tape, and then Ingrid still heard it.

She brushed her long hair by her ears with her hands, and looked at Liu Qingshan helplessly.

It was Yang Hongying who smiled and changed another tape, and said: "Yinfeng, you can't just think about studying, pay attention to combining work and rest."

Accompanied by the familiar whistle, a relaxed and happy singing voice with a hint of sourness floated out of the recorder:

On the banyan tree by the pond, Cicada was calling out for Xia Tian...

Liu Qingshan remembered that this song "Childhood" was released the year before last, and it was unexpected that it would be passed on so soon.

It seems that the pace of the times has accelerated, and they have to keep up with the pace of development of Jiapigou.

Just as he was thinking about it, when the door opened, there was a huh, huh, huh, and a group of snot-nosed kids ran in, all holding cans and bottles in their hands, shouting for Liu Qingshan to help them make lanterns.

There was another one who wiped his tears, Er Mangzi, who was empty-handed and couldn't find any cans at home.

At that time, not everyone could find spare cans and bottles.

Gao Wenxue replaced Liu Qingshan, and his elder brother-in-law was in charge of brushing rice dumplings. Liu Qingshan was surrounded by a group of little fellows, and these cans were probably enough for him to make it dark.

This is not possible, if you have to hire a helper, send the four tigers to call Zhang Jizi.

This time it was much easier, Liu Qingshan was only responsible for frying the bottom of the bottle, and the rest of the work was done by Zhang Shu, which greatly improved the efficiency.

After making one, the little children ran out happily, and ran back after a while. The little lantern had already been tied with a rope and picked up with a wicker stick.

The rest of these simple things can be done by yourself.

In the room, the voice of childhood songs echoed, and Liu Qingshan could also feel the happy childhood of the little dolls around him.

Maybe they don't have watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes, but their spiritual life is far richer than the children of later generations.

Nature is their playground.

Do-it-yourself soil toys can also bring happiness.

And this kind of happiness is often something that money can't buy.

"Brother-in-law, hurry up and brush."

Liu Yinfeng's voice sounded in the room, Liu Qingshan glanced at it and shook his head.

I saw the eldest brother-in-law holding a brush in his hand, brushing the paste, and reading the newspaper while muttering.

The children also covered their mouths and giggled, but Yang Hongying took advantage of the situation and taught them: "Don't laugh, how can you become a writer if you don't have the drive to study hard?"

In Liu Qingshan's view, the eldest brother-in-law and the second sister Liu Yinfeng are almost the same type of people. The common characteristics of this type of people are:

If you are crazy, you will succeed.

After pasting the wall at home, they also had to paste the wall at grandpa's house. A group of people worked for a full day before they finished pasting the wall.

After pasting up the newspapers, turn on the lights, and the room is bright and majestic.

"Post New Year pictures, post New Year pictures!"

The little fourth child couldn't wait a long time ago, holding the three-headed and six-armed Nezha, he kept yelling.

"I said, why does it feel like there is something missing on the wall?"

Liu Qingshan muttered something, without the decoration of New Year pictures, the wall looks really awkward.

He still remembers that for a few years when he was a child, the family really had no money, and he didn't buy New Year pictures for the New Year.

It was the mother who took a small piece of steamed bun and wiped it carefully on the surface of the old New Year painting.

The dust on the New Year pictures was brought down by the steamed buns, and the New Year pictures became bright again, just like new ones.

This year's New Year pictures are also bought a lot. On the kang head of my grandfather's house, there is a picture of an old birthday star riding a deer, and there is a big fat boy holding a birthday peach, which is very joyful.

"This sika deer is just like the big deer!"

Shan Xing pointed to the sika deer in the painting, her little face was also full of excitement.

"Deer is a symbol of auspiciousness and longevity, so people like sika deer."

Liu Shikui also smiled, feeling very satisfied with this painting.

As for the elderly, who doesn't want to live a long life?

The little old fourth tilted his head and thought for a while: "Grandpa, next time the big deer comes, you can also ride it around, and you will definitely become an old birthday star."

Haha!

Le De gave Liu Shikui, hugged the fourth child, and kissed her on the cheek.

Another picture is a fairy, also holding a plate of birthday peaches.

At first Liu Qingshan thought it was the seven fairies picking flat peaches, but after Shan Xing read the name of the New Year picture, it turned out to be "Magu presents her birthday".

The little fourth child looked at the fairy's face for a long time, and said a little puzzled: "Why didn't you see pockmarks on Magu's face?"

Are there fairies with pockmarks?

Even Yang Hongying was amused by her: "Magu, a fairy, became a fairy because she cultivated in Magu Mountain, not because she has pockmarks on her face."

After thinking about it, she added: "It is said that she even experienced three times when the sea turned into a mulberry field."

"That's amazing, how long will that be!"

Shan Xing also widened her eyes, very surprised.

"That's why it is a symbol of longevity. Generally speaking, people like to use old birthday stars to celebrate the birthday of grandfathers; to celebrate the birthday of female elderly, just like our grandma, it is best to use Magu."

Yang Hongying spoke eloquently, and even Liu Qingshan became more knowledgeable.

Being in this atmosphere, Yang Hongying suddenly felt: Now, she really regards this place as her home.

After posting the New Year pictures of my grandfather's house, I went back to my home to continue posting. On the wall above the kang, there was naturally Nezha Naohai, the fourth child.

Seeing Xiao Lao Si holding a feather duster as a pointed gun, and Shan Xing holding a handkerchief as a bastard, Liu Qingshan grinned: "Is this the beginning of trouble?"

There are also several stickers posted on the ground, and the room looks even more beaming.

After dressing up with their own hands, the inside of the home is completely new, and it feels different when they do it themselves.