After rebirth, the Queen and I are on the run.

"Grandma, who is your grandson?" Qin Xiaomi complained, and then said to Jiang Dalang, "Okay, I'll remember that. I'll give you a birthday gift on New Year's Day."

Jiang Dalang was delighted: "Thank you, Xiaomi. On the Lantern Festival, I will also make a birthday gift for Xiaomi myself."

Don't bother with all this nonsense, just give me the banknote directly.

Qin Xiaomi wanted to say this, but after looking into Jiang Dalang's eyes and thinking of some speculations, she changed her mind and said expectantly, "Really? Then I'll wait for the birthday gift that Dalang will make."

"Okay." Jiang Dalang was very happy, his smile became brighter, and he left with little Jiang Erlang, holding the new robe.

The next day, the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the Qin, Jiang, Xu and Qiao families got up early, swept the snow, and started to boil water for a bath... There were too many people, it was a cold winter, and there was not enough space, so they bathed from morning to evening, and it took dozens of people to take a New Year's bath in batches.

The next day, New Year's Eve, several families got up before dawn and heard the sound of distant drums as soon as they got up.

Dongdongclang~

Dongdongclang~

There is a custom of beating New Year drums in Dawei. Starting from the Little New Year, villages with big drums will beat the New Year drums and continue to do so until after the Lantern Festival.

The villages that are beating the New Year drums at this moment are Zhoujia Village and Niupo Village.

Jiang Xiaozhu was very excited when she heard the drumbeats. She took Qin Xiaomai and Xu Fubao to the workshop and beat the gongs. She also asked Qin Xiaomai and Xu Fubao to shout, "Hurry up and celebrate the New Year!"

Xu Fubao was very small, and he would do whatever Jiang Xiaozhu told him to do, and he would shout in a baby voice: "Celebrate the New Year, celebrate the New Year, celebrate the New Year..."

"Jiang Xiaozhu!" Jiang Dalang's eardrums were almost deafened by the sound of the gong, and he walked out with a sullen face.

"Ah, the fierce Nian beast is here, Fubao and Xiaomai, run away." Jiang Xiaozhu threw away the gong hammer and ran away, not forgetting to say something cunningly: "This is called a drum fight. We can't lose to the village next door, or we will be laughed at for the whole year!"

She no longer remembers how the New Year was celebrated in her hometown, but once the twelfth lunar month began, Grandma Zhou Shiliu and her friends would talk about the New Year in the workshop every day. She knew the customs of playing drums, beating the Nian beast, and giving lucky money in exchange for kowtowing.

"We can't lose!" Xu Fubao, who had been following Jiang Xiaozhu, shouted too.

"Brother Dalang, I'm sorry... Let's go back and have breakfast." Qin Xiaomai was more sensible. After apologizing, she also ran away.

He ran too fast and almost bumped into Nanny Meng San, who took him back to the Qin residence for breakfast.

After breakfast, Grandma Qin called Aunt Qin: "Second daughter-in-law, come on, follow me to prepare the offerings and the New Year's Eve dinner."

Grandpa Qin called Uncle Qin and Jiang Dalang to write Spring Festival couplets and prepare objects for sacrifice.

Qin Xiaogu took Zhu Sanhong, Xiao Shanglu and others to place peach blossoms made of dead branches and scraps of cloth in each room as decoration.

Strings of persimmon cakes for the New Year were hung up, as were big red lanterns, and a plate of maltose, a plate of dried fruits, and a plate of yellow rice cakes were placed on the table. In the blink of an eye, the house was filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

Qin Xiaomi was the most idle, but she wanted to find something to do, so she looked at Jiang Dalang and said, "Brother Dalang, while we have enough paint at home, why don't you paint two New Year pictures to add some New Year flavor to our home."

Uncle Qin glared at her: "Da Lang still has to write Spring Festival couplets, how can he have time to draw New Year pictures for you?"

Qin Xiaomi said, "You write the Spring Festival couplets, and Dalang paints the New Year pictures."

"I'm disabled, how can I write Spring Festival couplets!" Uncle Qin just wanted to lie down and eat and drink, and didn't want to do any work.

Qin Xiaomi sneered: "Don't you still have your left hand? When you were eating and grabbing food, it was so flexible that it left afterimages. How could you not be able to write Spring Festival couplets?!"

"What kind of New Year picture does Xiaomi want?" Jiang Dalang asked. He knew very well that if he did not agree, it would only increase her suspicion.

Qin Xiaomi said: "Just draw a treasure bowl to attract wealth."

She said it casually, and only Jiang Dalang knew that in her previous life, before her shop opened, the two of them had painted a picture of a treasure bowl together.

"Okay, let's paint the cornucopia." Jiang Dalang quickly agreed and called Jiang Erlang, "Go to the room where we sleep and get a set of paints. We need to paint New Year pictures."

"Hey." Little Jiang Erlang hurried to the workshop to get paint.

Jiang Dalang continued to follow Grandpa Qin to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony. Half an hour later, he began to paint New Year pictures.

Qin Xiaomi was afraid of alerting the enemy, so she didn't watch from the side.

At noon, Jiang Dalang finished painting two New Year pictures, and she came to the main hall to see them... The brushstrokes, pen strokes, composition, outlining, coloring, and polishing, there was no trace of the Dog Emperor!

Qin Xiaomi didn't know what she was feeling. She seemed to be somewhat relieved, yet somewhat disappointed.

"It's a good painting. Put one in the main hall of the house and the other in the workshop. It will bring you double the fortune. You will definitely get rich in the coming year." Qin Xiaomi said.

This was a pass. Jiang Dalang smiled and asked her, "Xiaomi, do you like this New Year picture?"

"I like it." Qin Xiaomi approved of his painting, but said: "You have to hurry up and paint the portraits of my uncle and aunt, my brother, your parents, and your grandfather. Don't delay, otherwise Xiaomai Xiaozhu will forget what our relatives look like."

This level is really one after another.

Jiang Dalang felt a little tired, but also very happy, because Susu still remembered him... He was afraid that she would find out that it was him, but he was also afraid that she would forget him.

"Da Lang, Er Lang, Xiao Mi, Xiao Mi, Xiao Zhu... it's time for lunch." Grandma Qin called out, "After lunch, we have to prepare for the sacrifice."

Jiang Xiaozhu patted her belly and said, "Grandma Qin, we won't eat. We need to save some space for the New Year's Eve dinner."

This?

Grandma Qin smiled and said, "Then eat two pieces of rice cakes to fill your stomach. Otherwise, if you are extremely hungry and then overeat, it will hurt your stomach."

"Yeah, let's eat rice cakes." Jiang Xiaozhu took Qin Xiaomai and Xu Fubao to get rice cakes to eat.

In the afternoon, Qin Cunquan's family, Qin Dashi's family, Qin Eryong and his wife, and other Qin families came.

The Xu and Qiao families also came.

Aunt Xu said, "Master Qin Wu, we will finish worshipping with you first, and then go back to worship our own ancestors... We were blessed by the Qin and Jiang families, so we were able to survive the famine and live such a good life. Since we have received the favor, we should kowtow to the ancestors of the Qin and Jiang families."

After listening to this, Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin discussed it and agreed.

On the large incense table for worship, there were tablets of dozens of ancestors of the Qin and Jiang families, as well as Qin Xiaomi's parents, old scholar Jiang, Jiang's parents and other deceased relatives.

Grandpa Qin brought Jiang Dalang to lead the sacrifice.

Grandpa Qin faced the tablet of Mr. Jiang and choked up, saying, "Brother, we are all alive and well. Now we are working together and living a very good life..."

"My rebellious son, your evil disciple, has been found and brought back a good wife. They are a good match. You don't have to worry about him anymore..."

"Da Lang, Er Lang, and Xiao Zhu are all doing well. They are healthy and sensible, and they help with a lot of housework. This year, the three of them have earned a fortune, and they have a foundation for life... I will let them go to school next year. No matter what, I will let them take the exam. If they encounter danger, I will do my best to protect them."

The lifelong wish of Mr. Jiang Xiucai is to have his descendants or disciples pass the imperial examinations, become officials, and speak for the people.