Vol 2 Chapter 469: Lunar New Year

For children, New Year is always happy. Eating the fishy meat that is hard to see on weekdays, putting on the long-awaited new clothes, sticking a paper lantern, and disassembling the small red firecrackers and putting them individually, can make happiness last for a year.
The next morning, he woke up early in the morning, and Zhang Guoqing has agreed with him to take the children of relatives and friends to the street to buy firecrackers.
Opening his eyes, Ping discovered that he was late to sleep again alone, his eyes rolled around, climbed down the kang, and finally put on his coat and pants. Holding the sweater fur collar that made him helpless, he rushed out of the bedroom and ran into the room of Lin Lishan and his wife.
As soon as he opened the door, he was safe and happy-sure enough, his grandma was a big slacker.
"Oh, baby, why are you running here by yourself, are you frozen?" After speaking, Lin Lishan stuffed him into the bed.
"Grandma, the young couple went to exercise with grandpa."
Lin Lishan laughed, she was completely drowsy, "A good boy can't call your dad like that. Do you want to go to the street? Wait until grandma takes Lao Mo on vacation."
Ping Ping smiled and glanced outside, "Lao Mo Laogui, grandma can buy me popsicles. Don't let my mother know that I eat popsicles, she will be angry."
"Then I dare not, what if you have a stomachache? Grandma still invites you to eat ice cream at Lao Mo."
"I will taste it."
Lin Lishan happily bargained with the child and dressed him again. She admired her grandson's IQ very much, and she had to bow down many times.
"Do you want to go to the group with your grandma? Those aunts have prepared a lot of small gifts for you."
Hearing Ping An immediately shook his head, "You can't ask for other people's things, it will cause trouble for your grandma. My father said that I have everything at home, and I can't use all of my things, so I keep it for my son."
Lin Lishan, who was getting dressed, turned over on the bed with a smile.
The grandfather and grandson washed up and went out, Zhou Jiao had already prepared breakfast in the kitchen.
Ping An chuckled happily-you can go out after eating. Leaving Zhou Jiao's mother and daughter in the kitchen, he walked to the gate by himself.
Occasionally, people who pass by will smile when they see him. The milk doll of Zhou's family is so polite. When he sees people, he greets him. He smiles and follows his dad all day long. Especially seeing such a small child knows that running back and forth to drive away the cold is even more interesting.
When Zhang Guoqing came back with his old husband, they saw a few milk dolls already around their door. Needless to say, everyone knows that his home is safe.
Zhou Xiaozheng glanced at his son-in-law with a smile-a father must have a son. Ping An has begun to recruit friends at a young age, and the family will be more lively in the future.
Weng and son-in-law deliberately slowed down and watched the children play around.
"Xiao Ping An, one hang of firecrackers for 100 blasts. Last year, my dad bought one. Every time I pick up 10, I can put it from the first to the fifteenth. It's enjoyable."
"You lied, I only played 100 rang last year for five days."
"Little girl playing with firecrackers, go...go, I'll talk to my buddy, it's your shit."
"You little boy, I'm older than you. I'm six years old and can be your sister. You are unreasonable, you are not a good boy, and I won't play with you."
"Rare! Our boys don't play with their female dolls. Xiaoping, Xiaowanzi is a tigress, don't play with her."
"Sister give me candy."
"Then... Then I'll give you a chocolate. My aunt secretly gave this to me. How am I to you?"
"Two! I play with you in the morning and my sister in the evening."
"Ping'an, don't care about his broken chocolate. It's so bitter and unpalatable. I have money. Let's eat popsicles together."
Zhang Guoqing saw that the two children were so anxious that they started to move, and quickly speeded up to stop them.
"Everyone is a good boy and can't fight. You go home to find your mother first, and come back in the afternoon. Your uncle will take you to make lanterns, okay?"
"I want a rabbit."
"Uncle Wu, you can batter lanterns? My grandpa can't."
Zhang Guoqing picked up his son and touched his little hand, as long as it didn't get cold enough. He smiled and nodded to the children, promising that they would have lanterns.
As for paper lanterns and ice lanterns, regardless of the craftsmanship, it's okay to fool a few kids.
After having breakfast, Zhang Guoqing took out a bunch of canned bottles before the Cheng family’s children came home, dyed them with various colors of water and poured them into the bottles. He cut several large candles into small pieces and made them. Into a simple lantern.
Unwilling to move a step in peace and excitement, his eyes lit up and looked at his dad. When I heard Zhang Guoqing said that it was put in the yard, there would be colorful little lanterns in the evening when it was frozen in the afternoon.
If it weren't for the temptation to go to the streets, Ping An would really not want to leave. Before leaving, she looked reluctantly for a few times, and even told Zhou Jiao to keep his lantern.
This year is happy for Ping An. Colorful and clear ice lanterns, paper lanterns of various animals, firecrackers lit by the little hand held by the father, singing and laughing of New Year's Eve dinner, singing and dancing performances in the auditorium.
All this made Ping An understand all the efforts his parents had made for him when he could appreciate the sadness of the outside world. Compared to his peers, he has a warm home. No matter how tired he is, as long as he thinks of his grandfather and parents who carefully nurtured him, he will arouse endless courage deep in his heart.
Compared with the happy Chinese New Year of Zhou Jiao's family in Beijing, Zhang's father and mother in his hometown in the northeast did not live well.
In the small courtyard of the county town, except for Zhang Guoqing and his family were not in the northeast, the children and grandchildren of Zhang family gathered together for a New Year's Eve under Zhang's lap.
The affluence in life makes Zhang father and Zhang mother fatter and younger. Seeing that the days go by, the better. Although the homes of three sons and two daughters are rich in tea and rice, they have no worries about food and clothing. Without the need for the old son to spend money to make up for the family, Zhang and the old couple are even more happy in secret.
It didn't take long for this to be happy. Just after the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the old Zhang's three-bedroom party, trouble came.
Zhang’s small courtyard began to visit ~EbookFREE.me~. The crowds of distant relatives came to visit the house every day, and the enthusiastic mother Zhang couldn't put his face to drive away.
As a result, many relatives who caught up with a little side kept coming to call their second nephew after hearing the news, staying in the county seat and not leaving, which caused Zhang's headache.
In just two or three days, the coarse grains in the rice tank quickly bottomed out. Except that the East Wing was locked, the study did not survive. Every night there were heads on each Kang.
After the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Zhang Lao Er, the wicked man in a uniform, had a stern face, and took Zhang Guofu's support to Zhang's father and mother. As soon as his parents left, he said nothing, went straight into the kitchen to roll up the remaining rations, and went home with his back, leaving so-called relatives looking at each other.
Turning around, Zhang Lao Er hired two bullock carts, picked up the children and threw them into the cart, and finally sent away the cousins ​​who had been dragging on the gate of the yard and had never been able to catch them for eight lifetimes.
Fortunately, Zhang Lao Er is here, otherwise Zhang Guoqing will have to go home and deal with it. This move made the aunt Wang next door applaud.
Aunt Wang has long been unaccustomed to Zhang's mother. Whoever has food to help others, it’s good to have enough food at home, if it weren’t for Zhang Guoqing to send food stamps back from time to time, would Zhang’s mother and his wife live so well?
Not to mention the arrival of distant relatives, it was herself, even her natal family did not dare to go back. It's not that the children suffer from such tossing.
Facing the lice and fleas on the bedding and the empty cabinets, since then, Father Zhang and Mother Zhang have hung up the keys every day and ran to the house of their two sons during the day. Even at home, she never dared to open the door at will.
Before survival, the face counts. No amount of sympathy became worthless in the New Year of the 1960s. It wasn't until many years later that Zhang Guoqing learned about the disturbance from his nephew. But at that time, let alone sympathy, not falling into trouble is already a kind person.