Anecdote of the Northeast

If you have money or not, go home for the New Year.

Although I didn't earn any money, I felt the same as everyone who left home for the New Year.

After the final exam of the first year of university, there was no one in my dormitory. Since the hometown of the two people is farther away than the other, and I only need half a day to get home, so I was given the difficult task of cleaning up. .

In the boys' dormitory, you can't expect how clean it is, nor how clean it can be cleaned.

Sweeping the floor, tidying up the table, rubbing the window twice casually, pulling down the curtains and throwing them into the washing machine, everything is OK.

Although I was the last one to leave, I was definitely the first one to arrive home.

Our family has always followed a tradition during the Chinese New Year, that is, people in a family celebrate the New Year together.

My great-grandfather is still alive, so the whole family will go back to their hometown during the Chinese New Year, and nearly a hundred members of the family will celebrate the New Year together.

On December 27th of the lunar calendar, my dad drove our family back in this car, and my second uncle's family was also passing by.

When we arrived at my uncle's house, my uncle had already taken his wife and children to chat with neighbors, and when he came back, he brought back two pieces of bacon.

My uncle's hair is young, and he works in a nearby meat joint factory. Every year, he distributes all kinds of bacon. In our hometown, it is a very popular job.

After returning to my hometown, my younger sister, Zhou Xiaoxiao, lived the most prosperous life.Although many years have passed, she is still the only girl in the old Zhou family.

In fact, I think my sister is a very cute little angel. This is definitely not my self-promotion. Think about it, a little girl is always hugged by dozens of big men and wants to do whatever she wants. A lot of people lined up to serve her, but the little girl didn't become the kind of brat who reached out to beat her elders and would sit on the ground and cry when she was upset. This is definitely a very good performance.

Of course, this cannot rule out the influence of my mother's positive precepts and deeds, allowing my sister to lay a solid foundation for becoming a qualified woman in the new era.

I don't know if the world has changed, or because of other reasons, but when I returned home this time, I found that there were actually two people in our village who had become disciples like me.

But the hall of those two people is not big, that is to say, they can see something and cure a disease, and there are not many staff in the hall, just a dozen or so fairy families.

How should I put it, if my hall is a state-owned enterprise, then their hall is a private workshop. Although it can't take big orders, it can still make a living.

During the Chinese New Year, I will make an offering to the immortal family in the hall, so it is naturally impossible to keep this matter from my family.

The elders, especially my great-grandfather and second-great-great-great-great-grandfather, simply criticized my parents as if they were class enemies.

In those days, in my hometown, it was not easy to be a serious college student, unlike now college students are everywhere.At that time, my family was serious college students, and there were only seven of them, and they were all ordinary universities in the province. Unlike me, although our Liaomei looked ordinary, we were also ranked high in the country.

"Your father and I have been engaged in revolution all our lives. Although we haven't studied, we firmly believe in Marxism-Leninism. The result is good. You have managed to train a college student, and let the child preach feudal superstitions. What are you doing with your brains?"

When my dad was being trained, I stood by and listened to my dad being scolded so badly. In fact, I felt a little bit sorry, but about the past few years, my father and I have gotten used to fighting against each other. I just wanted to laugh, and I didn’t hold back. Stay, let my uncle see it, and the result, the consequences are really horrible.

"And you, you went to school when you were young, didn't you take politics class? Why did you start feudal superstition, and you are still a college student, are you worthy of the school teaching you all these years?"

I was scolded there, but where most people can't see, there are still a few people watching the fun.

"This is the old cabbage gang. How can Doujiao still say so this week? You are indeed the little political commissar back then."

A Qingfeng who looked to be in his twenties, dressed in an authentic Northeast farmer's attire, with a pistol pinned to his waist, chatted with the people around him while eating the snacks I just offered.

"Little political commissar? Why add 'little'?" Su Ziqi asked curiously.

"Oh, at that time, in our team, there were several older than him, but our team leader still appointed Doujiao as the political commissar, so the old people called him the little political commissar."

I know the person who spoke, his name is Zhao Dajun, he was sent over a few days ago to be a sweeper with Su Ziqi, and he was also my grandfather and his comrades in arms.

However, what is Zhou Doujiao? Aren't my grandpa's four names 'Ping, An, Xi, Le'?How did it become Zhou Doujiao?By the way, if my grandfather is called Zhou Doujiao, then what is my grandfather's name, Zhou Baicai?

"Dachuan, just listen first. Your grandpa may have said that later, you can find some time to let me tie your upper body. I will chat with him." Seeing how pitiful I was, Zhao Dajun said beside me.

I thought it was a good idea, so I put my mind down and listened to my grandfather nagging. The old man was getting tired after talking for a while. When he was done, he still gave a very serious order that the hall must be withdrawn, and nothing else was allowed in the future. Feudal superstition.

I rolled my eyes silently in my heart, if I can withdraw, I will withdraw. As for me, a good young man in the new era, am I going to be a magic stick without a good life?

Although my great-uncle has a tough attitude, many of my family members grew up in the countryside, and they all know some things about the disciples and the Xian family.

Those who don't make offerings during the Chinese New Year will make the Xian family hungry and anger the Xian family, and it will be the disciples who will suffer at that time.

My uncle's mother's natal family also made offerings to Baojiaxian. When making dumplings, they specially made some dumplings with vegetarian fillings. They took out six boiled eggs and asked me to offer them to the fairy's family. I couldn't lose my courtesy.

My mother also ordered a lot of vegetarian dishes and glutinous rice balls for me to serve.

The most amazing thing is my dad. He even brought me a pack of cigarettes and four boxes of cosmetics. , that is specially for our ancestors, don't get confused."

Even Zhou Xiaoxiao took a bag of hard fruit candies and said that he wanted me to bribe the Xian family to make them sweet.

The little girl obviously made a far-reaching extension and expansion of the custom of giving candy to the Stove Lord.

The place where I made offerings was a small side room of my uncle’s house. Although it was clean there, it was too cold and there was no kang to live in.

In addition to the tributes prepared by my family, I also bought some fruits and snacks separately. These random things made me gather a table together, and I didn't lose face.

I lit incense, said happy new year to my master and ancestor, paid my respects for a year, and then went out.

Since I'm the youngest male in my life, I'm going to take a few of the next generation's kids in my family to light firecrackers together, which is a big job.

After the Chinese New Year, I took time to visit my grandpa. By coincidence, everyone in my grandpa's family went out to pay New Year's greetings that day, and there was no one at home when I went.

Grandpa saw me holding a bottle of white wine to see him, and he was immediately happy, "What are you doing with wine, I'll tell you, boy, you are too young to drink."

He said so with his mouth, but his hands were not slow. When the wine lid was opened, he was very satisfied with the smell of wine.

Then find two small bowls and put them on the table, pour them into the small bowls in front of my grandpa and myself, and then the grandpa said, "There are peanuts and pig's ears in the kitchen, which are left over from yesterday. Take them here."

I didn't talk nonsense, I went to the kitchen and took a little of everything delicious.

As soon as I sat down in front of my grandpa, I lost consciousness instantly.

Before I came, I made an agreement with Zhao Dajun to let him get on me and get rid of my grandpa. As for my second grandpa, that's my father's business.

Zhao Dajun is very well-versed, I don't know anything after the upper body, I only know that he wants to take this opportunity to have a good chat with my grandpa and reminisce about the old days.

I don't care about this, although it is said that Qingfeng will leave a trace of Yin Qi in my body after I die, but the Taoist exercises I practice can indeed absorb both Yin Qi and Yang Qi, so I don't feel uncomfortable.

It is said that other younger brothers will suffer from all kinds of discomfort after being tied up, and the time is very short, but I am different. Neither I nor the other party will feel uncomfortable when those immortals are on my body, so they can stay for a long time Some.

When I came back to my senses, it was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and I came here at ten o'clock in the morning.

There was a mess on the table, and there was only one empty bottle of liquor left.And my grandpa, who has always been strong and never showed weakness, has red eyes, and tears can be seen faintly.

I fumbled in my pocket, found a tissue and handed it over, only to be glared at by my grandpa.

"Stinky boy, be obedient and do some good deeds in the future. Don't embarrass your grandpa Zhao, and don't embarrass your ancestors."

I nodded eagerly, thinking in my heart, this style of painting has changed too fast, and now it has begun to change from a staunch Bolshevik fighter to a crowd of feudal superstitions?

Also, what is Grandpa Zhao? If I call him Grandpa, I am making trouble for others. My master alone will be a generation shorter, who wants it.

"Grandpa, if I call him Grandpa Zhao, this generation will be a bit messy."

My grandpa looked at me and was silent for a while, "That's up to everyone, but you have to be respectful, you know?"

I nodded quickly, not daring to annoy him again.

Later, I sat with the old man for a while, and I looked at my grandpa. In fact, there is a question I have always wanted to ask, but I was afraid that if I asked, I would be beaten.

Who is my great-grandpa? He was an anti-union fighter who was a political commissar. You can know what I want to do just by looking at me like this.

"We old brothers are chatting, you don't know anything?"

I shook my head, "He won't let me listen."

Grandpa nodded and said nothing.

"Then you, you were really called Zhou Doujiao before, why did you change your name later?"

"That's a nickname, brat, I can tell you, don't go out and talk nonsense."

"I won't tell, I won't tell. So what, grandpa, what's my grandfather's name?"

"Your grandfather, his name is Zhou Zhizi, and that dish is very expensive."

Let me go, eggplants are so expensive, there are a bunch of them in the backyard.