Bian Rui held a flag and entered the village from the west. As soon as he entered the village, whenever Bian Rui passed by the door of his family, the family would pour a cup of wine on the ground to show respect for his ancestors. At this time, the wine had no vegetables and no incense tables. It was just a little wine. Moreover, all the toasts were women. The oldest woman in the family brought the family's family to welcome the souls of the ancestors on a trip.

At this time, there was no need to pay attention to luggage, just bend over and bow. Some older people, like grandma, still perform blessing gifts seriously, and others, including Bian Rui's mother, were bowing. At this time, I didn't pick the etiquette, and Yan Lan did not show up.

At this time, it was a ceremony, and every household had someone. As long as many flags passed by the door, it seemed that the ancestors of the sect would not care about this if they were not guarding the gate.

Bian Rui was holding the big flag, and when he walked from the end of the village to the entrance of the village, he felt that his arms had begun to weigh a little. So when he was about to leave the village, Bian Rui took off the big flag, held the big flag with his feet, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Bian Rui was about to raise the flag again to carry it, but when he heard that his cousins ​​and nephews around him were all happy. He looked up and wanted to see what happened. He turned around and found that Mo Sheng, a family of three were standing on the side of the road with a smile, while Mo Sheng, holding a glass in his hand, was preparing to pour wine on the ground.

"What a fool to make? Take the wine back quickly!" Bian Rui said angrily.

Mo Sheng was startled by Bian Rui's appearance. His hands stopped, but his mouth had no intention of resting. He began to explain to Bian Rui: "Master, I'm not too much to give your ancestors a glass of wine, right?"

"It's not too much, but you can't toast this wine today!" Bian Rui was really speechless. Looking at Mo Sheng's old man and mother smiling, Bian Rui really didn't know what to say.

Have you seen someone watching the fun, but have you seen someone who has nothing to do to recognize his ancestors? What day is today? The big festival on New Year's Eve, and what will you do if you are an outsider?

Bian Rui is not saying that it is not good for others to respect their ancestors. Whether it is normal or Qingming, it is really nothing to express respect to Mo Sheng, but it is not possible at this time. This is the descendants of the Bian family, or the time when his wife sacrifices his ancestors. If it is in the past, if a relationship like Mo Sheng is like this, it is equivalent to adoption, that is, Mo Sheng has to change his surname to Bian to do this. And once Bian Rui recognizes it, Mo Sheng will have the right to inherit Bian Rui's property.

Although there are not many people respecting this matter now, Bian Rui thinks that Mo Sheng has to choose a while to join in the fun. Is there any time to join the side?

"What, you guys think that your surname is good, are you going to change your surname?" Bian Shiba asked with a smile at Mo Sheng and asked.

Mo Sheng shook his head and replied, "No, no, my surname is Mo, and my father's children are all single-handed. I must not have a surname. Although I like my master very much and respect the Grand Master very much, it is not enough to change my surname. Besides, my master does not lack sons. The master's wife will soon give birth to three."

Bian Shiba smiled and said, "Even if you want to adopt, I won't look for you! Look, you are so beautiful, don't join in the fun while playing. Why are half-aged children so ignorant?"

Mo Sheng also knew that he had broken the matter again, so he laughed dryly and put away the bottle and wine cup he brought.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Sheng's parents didn't say a word, and they were happy throughout the whole process, like two curious middle-aged babies, they saw the triangle Dingfeng flag behind them from Bian Ruishou's big flag, as if they didn't have enough eyes.

The team left the village and winded up the mountain along the road beside the fields. When we reached the middle of the mountain, snowflakes began to float down, and it was almost raging like a scattered sky and overwhelmed.

Fortunately, there was no wind, and only snowflakes were flying in the sky, and there was no sound of the wind, so the snow didn't feel that uncomfortable.

Bian Rui held the flag and came to the top of the highest hillside of the terrace. There was a stone altar here. This was not a place to worship ancestors, but a place to worship heaven. Every year on March 3rd, the dragon will worship heaven here.

This place is also the highest place that Bianjia Village can control, which means that it is the closest place in the life trajectory of the villagers in Bianjia Village in the year. This refers to daily life, farmland and houses, etc. It does not mean that everyone has been to a place and just treat that place as an example. This is not possible. If someone goes to Mount Tai, Bianjia Village has to carry a flag to Mount Tai during the New Year Festival? This is unrealistic.

This is a stone altar. Bian Rui solemnly inserted the banner into the left side of the main altar. There is a stone nest there, which can be inserted into the banner.

As soon as Bian Rui put a big banner in his hand, everyone behind him also inserted the clans in their hands into the stone nest they should have.

At this time, the old man started to serve offerings again. The offerings were some pasta, fried small dough, or cat ears with sugar added to it.

People like Bian Rui cannot eat because they are waiting for their ancestors to enjoy these things. People like Bian Rui still have to share these things.

If I put these things in the past when I was in difficulty, I wouldn’t bear to eat them, so I took them home for the children at home. What do children now lack this? Bian Rui and others had to eat them themselves. The key is that this thing is not left, and it is auspicious to finish it.

The ceremony was very simple, and the ancestors might have eaten quickly, and they had a small appetite, so there were quite a lot of leftovers, so each of Yourui and his group got a big handful of them.

One of the big guys counted one, and walked down the hillside while eating.

As for snow, everyone got used to it. After walking with the one on his shoulders for so long, no one would jog home because he wanted to hide from the snow. The snow without wind lost its power. When everyone returned to the entrance of the village, they found that they had eaten all the fruits and snacks in their hands.

When the people arrived at the entrance of the village, they dispersed.

Bian Rui returned to his mother's courtyard and was preparing to start the New Year's Day's most important project, which is to write couplets.

Bian Rui's calligraphy is very good. Although he did not start a sect or something, he must be very good-looking. His calligraphy is the best in the whole family. Moreover, the style of the first-hand Guange allows people who have learned calligraphy to applaud.

Bian Rui does not have this ability to write Spring Festival couplets, so he can only follow the couplets.

When I returned to my parents' home, I prepared all the red paper and brushes for Bian Rui, so Bian Rui's pen was like a dragon and snake, and soon wrote the couplets from my parents' home.

Bian Rui wrote while writing, Bian Rui's father and grandfather posted while posting, almost waiting for Bian Rui to finish writing the couplet, and they also posted it.

There were suddenly red couplets on the originally bare wall door, which made the entire courtyard feel a bit more festive atmosphere.

When we arrived at the entrance of the yard, we hung red lanterns on both sides of the entrance door. Cooperated with the electric lanterns hanging along the road in the village, the indelible New Year smell suddenly overflowed.

After pasting it here, Bian Rui directly pinched the remaining red paper under his armpit and went to his home.

"Stay a little, don't you need to stick the yard on Xingpo?" Bian Rui's father saw that his son was preparing to put the remaining red paper in the pot as if he had been in previous years, so he immediately spoke up to remind him.

Only then did Bian Rui remember that this year it was not a two-bedroom house, and there was also a door couplet on Banpo.

After pulling out three large red papers, Bian Rui returned to his own courtyard with the rest.

When I entered the yard, I found my daughter playing wildly in the snow. With her style, let alone a little girl, even a boy who was seriously experiencing the scriptures was not so slander.

Maybe it was too boring. Yan Lan was wrapping herself up like a palm, holding a hand warmer in one hand, while looking at the stepdaughter who was playing crazy in the yard, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing Bian Rui coming in, Yan Lan immediately wanted to move forward two steps.

"Don't come out, it's snowing outside!" Bian Rui immediately signaled his wife to stand in the same place.

"You don't have an umbrella, look at the snowflakes on your head and shoulders." Yan Lan immediately reached out to help her husband pat her on her body and the snowflakes on her head.

"It's snow and not rain, isn't it better to just take a few shots?" Bian Rui said.

"I've finished delivering?"

"I've finished sending it, but there are no figures in this weather for about ten meters. I don't know if this big banner can give the souls of the ancestors the correct direction. If I get lost, it will be no longer beautiful." Bian Rui joked and made a fuss with his ancestors.

"It's a blessing that there is no one here. If my parents are there, they will talk about you again," Yan Lan said with a smile.

"I just said it casually," Bian Rui said with a smile.

The couple entered the house, Bian Rui wrote the Spring Festival couplets, and then posted them on the door. The original plain yard suddenly became a little warm because of the fiery red Spring Festival couplets.

Bian Rui's family not only has Spring Festival couplets, but because her daughter likes small colorful lanterns, Bian Rui installed the colorful lanterns along the yard, saying that they were installed, they actually pulled them on the wall.

After finishing my own work, it is time to go to Banpoyuan to prepare lunch.

There is no particular thing about New Year's Eve lunch, but when you get out of the valley and get to the town, the customs there are more. For them, this lunch is the reunion dinner, but they don’t care much about the meal on New Year's Eve night. Everyone just eat some dumplings and wait to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

With a motorcycle driving, Bian Rui came to his parents' doorstep and prepared to walk to Banpo yard together. Although it took a longer time, everyone was anxious now. There was nothing important to do, and walking was more lively.

Moreover, the whole family walks together, so there are not many opportunities like this now. The whole family of seven brought three dogs with them. After leaving the yard, a bunch of firecrackers sounded in his ears, crackling in endlessly. From time to time, you can meet two or three monkeys and jump over from their own house.

From time to time, some firecrackers and smoke smell that has not yet dissipated will penetrate into my nose. I have to say that the New Year atmosphere in the village is really much stronger than that in big cities.
Chapter completed!