Parents are busy farming

This year, the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month is New Year's Eve, and people at home get up early in the morning.

After drinking some white porridge with pickles, Wang Tinghe and Ye Zifang added a bowl of egg custard.

Then the family started to get busy.

Ye Yongwang took out the Ye family's family tree. This family tree is a very large piece of paper with spiritual tablets drawn on it, layer by layer, with Ye Dazhi's father and mother written on the top.

On the next level, the names of Ye Dazhi and Lu Yunduo were written.

Ye Zifen and his father hung the family tree on the north wall of the lobby of the main house, and then took down the door curtain.

Then Ye Zifen put the documents she bought at the market a few days ago (some small paper folded house-shaped things, two yellow and one white) on the kang in the main room.

Ye Yongwang took out a pen and paper and wrote on the yellow one, 'The God's Table of the Three Realms of Heaven and Earth', and on the white one, he wrote 'The God's Table of Three Generations of Ancestors'.

The yellow ones are burned at noon on New Year's Eve and the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, while the white ones are burned at the east end of the village when sending ancestors off on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Fold these papers according to the folded marks.

"Dad, write the inner bag and distinguish between the New Year's Eve and the first day of the Lunar New Year. The New Year's Eve is in my hand, and the New Year's Eve is in my mother's hand." Ye Zifen said crisply.

"Okay!" Ye Yongwang said as he wrote down a beautiful vision on the yellow paper, about making money, bringing peace to the family, etc., and finally wrote the date.

Ye Zifen took out eight copper plates and placed them on the four corners of the yellow paper. Place it on the offering table.

Then Ye Zifen began to prepare the offerings.

In the last row, there are five bowls of steamed buns, five steamed buns and one fried fruit in each bowl.

In the front row, there are all kinds of dried fruit snacks, one plate of each, neatly arranged.

In the front row, cubed meat, candied melons, and fruits.

The front row from left to right is fried carp, cooked pig head, and cooked red rooster.

Then put five small cups and five pairs of chopsticks on it.

It's time to hit the mark.

"Dad, hurry up and invite your ancestors!" Ye Zifen lit a white candle (it was supposed to be a red candle, but my aunt was newly mourned and used white candles for three years).

Candles are very expensive. Her family only buys two during the Chinese New Year every year. Ordinary families just light oil lamps.

Ye Yongwang walked out quickly, lit three incense sticks, and went to the east end of the village.

It is said that burning incense is to guide one’s ancestors.

Ye Zifen went to the kitchen. She was going to have a classic big pot dish for lunch today. How should she make it?

Cut five kilograms of pork belly into thick slices, brown it with sugar, add soy sauce, and put it in a cloth-wrapped bag. This bag basically contains more than ten kinds of condiments such as peppercorns, aniseed, fennel, cinnamon, and bay leaves.

Then add half a pot of water, then add steamed kelp, fried tofu, tied day lily, etc.

After an hour, most of it is poured out, leaving enough for today's lunch in the pot.

Then put your favorite vegetables in the pot and simmer for ten minutes.

After Ye Yongwang entered the house with three sticks of incense, he inserted the incense into the incense burner on the altar table.

This is like inviting the ancestors of the Ye family home to celebrate the New Year.

Then everyone started eating.

"Fifth sister, today's big pot dish is delicious! It's so fragrant and has a lot of meat." Ziwei said as she put the dish in her mouth.

Ye Yongwang touched Ziwei's head and said, "Eat more if you like. There are still many at home, so you can eat whatever you want."

"Yeah!" Ye Ziwei nodded quickly.

"There are so many more smiles on their faces this year!" Ye Yongwang picked up the wine glass and drank a cup, and said to Wang Tinghe with a smile.

Wang Tinghe just smiled and did not reply to Ye Yongwang.

After lunch, Ye Zifen and others gathered around Ye Yongwang.

Ye Yongwang began to write couplets on yellow paper.

Ye Zifen also took a pen and wrote on the cut yellow paper, "Heaven and earth are harmonious, the family will have more wealth, peace and happiness will bring happiness to everyone."

"Zifen's hairpin regular script is getting better and better." Ye Yongwang praised.

Ye Zifen said: "I will write it and put it on the door of our house."

"No, stick it on the door of the main room so that guests can see the talent of my daughter, Ye Yongwang." Ye Yongwang's face was full of pride.

The arrogance in the heart of a literary man is clearly demonstrated.

He picked up a thick brush and began to write the spring couplets on the gate, this time not in cursive but in cursive.

The atmosphere and arrogance are all in the words.

Ye Zifen not only looked at her father a few more times, "He must also be ambitious!" Pity! ’

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?" Ye Yongwang asked in confusion as his daughter kept staring at him.

"No, I just think it's a pity that dad gave up studying. If dad had studied, he might have become a great scholar." Ye Zifen said.

Ye Yongwang was surprised. He didn't expect his daughter to say such things.

"Your words are enough, I am very content now!" Ye Yongwang said with a smile, but the flash of sadness in his eyes did not escape Ye Zifen's eyes.

After writing the couplet, Ye Yongwang, Ye Zifei and Ziwei went to post the couplet.

Ye Zifen went to the kitchen to prepare the noodles and fillings for making dumplings.

The dumplings on New Year's Eve are particularly particular. Each family member will have to dig out several bowls of noodles, and of course two more bowls. It is said that these two bowls of rice are one for the sky and one for the earth.

There are six people in the Ye family, and they dig eight bowls of noodles.

The fillings are leaf fen, as well as egg and garlic. These plain dumplings represent a peaceful family in the coming year and no surprises.

Two kinds of fillings, prepared two whole basins.

When Ye Zifen moved the panel into the main house, he saw several villagers standing in the hall, holding red paper in their hands around the table, waiting for Ye Yongwang to write Spring Festival couplets for them.

"Happy New Year to you all!" Ye Zifen nodded and said hello.

"Happy New Year, five girls!" People in the village also hurriedly greeted her.

Ye Zifen smiled and moved everything into the kang of the main house one by one.

Except for Ye Yongwang who was writing couplets outside, everyone else came inside to make dumplings. Of course, the main players are Wang Tinghe, Ye Zifei and Ye Zifen.

Ye Zifen rolls out the dumplings, while the other two make dumplings.

It is worth mentioning that even though Ye Zifei and Wang Tinghe cannot cook, the dumplings they make are still very good-looking.

Because it turns out that when the Lu family was there, they especially liked making dumplings on New Year’s Eve and laughing at those ugly dumplings.

Both Wang Tinghe and Ye Yefei have worked hard to achieve this.

This is also Ye Zifen’s willingness to let them make dumplings with confidence.

Dumplings were being wrapped quietly in the back room, the only sound was the contact of the rolling pin and the panel.

It was extremely lively outside the house, with people leaving and coming again.

Only with lively anger can we celebrate the New Year.

For New Year's Eve dumplings, not only some fillings should be left, but also some dough should be left. It means having more than enough every year.

The fillings represent money and the dough represents food.

It indicates that there will be money to spend and food to eat in the coming year, which is people's expectation for the next year.

Until the sun was about to set, Ye Zifen and the others finally finished making the dumplings.

The outhouse was finally empty.

Ye Yongwang's wrists were sore, and he felt like he had exhausted his talents today.

Each family's couplet must be written with good words, and there must be no repetitions.

He didn't know how much he wrote all afternoon.

The best evidence is that a section of the spindle was used up.