Chapter 107: Paste

"Right, haven't eaten yet, starved to death!" Yang Lan said loudly.
Yan Er also whispered in a whisper: "Three grandfather, I am hungry!"
It seems that a smog has disappeared. Everyone laughs and haggs, and the work of the job goes. Yang Cheng holds the geese, and along with Yang Ling, they go to the three uncles for lunch.
A few brothers and sisters huddled in a small table in the fire room to eat, Yang Xu took a bite and licked his mouth, with a black panda eye, let everyone eat for a while and laughed for a while, Yang Xu was depressed, Yang Ling said with a smile: "Don't be upset, I will give you a few potions of medicine for a while, and tomorrow will be fine!"
Yang Xu was busy nodding, Yang Ling's syrup effect he knew, and Dad's leg was completely relieved after a few days of drinking.
Today, Yang Cheng went home, the Yang family was neat, and the brothers and sisters were not separated. They were joking and laughing. They passed quickly one afternoon and had dinner at night. As usual, they played mahjong and the uncle did not go to the table. On the top of Yang Cheng, the family was watching the battle at the side, and the table was surrounded by water, but today the rules were told. The onlookers could only see and could not say, and could not guide.
A few people have been playing until almost twelve o'clock. Today, Yang Xu was not lucky yesterday. In the end, he lost more than 100 pieces. He quickly slipped away with his wallet, for fear that Yang Ling would return the money.
The next day, the New Year's Eve, Yang Ling took a big early morning, the lunar calendar tradition, today to paste the Spring Festival couplet, of course, this task is still Yang Ling, he had breakfast, happy songs, carrying a bucket of pulp Paste began to paste Spring Festival couplets.
Yang Ling remembers that when he was a child, the Spring Festival couplets of every family were asked by the grandfather Zhang, who was highly respected in the village. Before he was liberated, he went to private school and elementary school. Later, he also worked as a private teacher in the village primary school. The brush writing was wide and wide, and the atmosphere was steady. Every family needs only a few eggs to ask him to write. Yangling’s favorite is to read Zhang’s grandfather’s writing couplet, which can help him hold red paper. Grandpa Zhang is also very careful. He has a book for couplets, each Every household will write differently according to their needs. For example, if there is a tree in front of the house, it will be written with trees. If there is a mountain behind the house, it will write a mountain. If there is a ditch in front of the door, it will write water, and Yang Ling looks at the Spring Festival. Neatly hung on the rope to dry, the wind blows and dances, and I have a sense of accomplishment.
Today, Grandpa Zhang has long since passed away. Everyone’s Spring Festival couplets are also bought in the town. They also printed various blessings and patterns. Although they look festive, they are all the same, slightly rigid, and many Spring Festival couplet is sometimes the same, which makes him feel very lost, just like there is something in the heart that is covered up, always want to touch but can't touch it, itching to sadness.
Now, more than ten years later, he still remembers a pair of couplets that were afflicted by the wind and rain to the faded couplet in front of Grandpa Zhang’s door. "The view of the mountain is still old, and the willow is a new year." Although not festive, it has far-reaching implications. As the independent cold wind is sturdy, watching the mountains and rivers, and entering the wells, the willows sway, implied spring buds, it seems that a fresh breath is coming.
Put the front door of the door first, and look at the grass, no stickers, red paper embroidered with gold characters, thick strokes, revealing a thick cheesy, he sighed to stick the side door, then the pig pen, The cow house duck house, posted down again, even though he is physically strong, he also feels a little hot, so he dropped the barrel and brush, soaked a cup of tea, and sat in the chair to start the sun.
Yang Benshun looked around from the room and frowned. Then he went into the house and took out a small red paper strip and brushed it. He went straight to the back of the Wrangler’s buttocks that stopped at the entrance of the yard. He slammed the red. The paper strip was tightly attached to the top of the license plate, and then the corners were carefully smoothed. I took a few steps back and looked at it with a satisfied smile.
Yang Ling looked at the words "passing in and out of peace" on the red note. The corner of his eye couldn't help but pumping. He didn't dare to express any opinions. He quickly pretended not to see tea.
The sun is really good today. It was a day after yesterday. The snow in the yard melted without a trace. The ground was slightly dryer than yesterday. So he moved the chair to the firewood pile, stretching his legs and squatting. Lying on the chair closes his eyes.
Far from the city, and far away from the hustle and bustle, away from the ashes and noisy, the whole person feels refreshed into the bones, and people become lazy, can't wait to become a tree, a stone, so quietly hidden in it In the small village, look at the rising sun and the clouds and clouds, and listen to the chickens and birds.
As we approached noon, the village began to sound like firecrackers. The people who had been busy for a year, the people who had been wandering for a year, at this moment, began to reunite to celebrate the rare gathering and joy. Year, finally came!
"Two uncles, two uncles!"
In the midst of confusion, Yang Ling felt that someone was pushing him. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the little geese who were wearing the flowers were standing next to him. The fingers were still poked on his belly, so he sat up and picked up the geese. Put it on your lap and say, "Small girl, what is the second uncle?"
"Two uncles are lazy!" Xiaoyaner held Yang Ling's nose and smiled and said ~EbookFREE.me~ Three grandfather called you to set off firecrackers, ready to have lunch!

Yang Ling quickly stood up and put the geese on his shoulders and went to the three uncles.
Just entering the courtyard of Sanshu, I saw Yang Lei holding a large piece of rice cake to eat the joy, Yan Er immediately struggled to come down, his mouth still groaning: "Small aunt, I want to eat, I want to eat!" Yang Ling had to put her on the ground. One big and one small two gimmicks got together and went to a piece of rice cake. Yang Ling said with a smile: "Eat so much, be careful to gain weight and get married!"
Yang Lei said to him with a blank eye: "I like to eat, I want you to control!"
Yang Ling shook his head and walked in. He saw a big roll of red firecrackers on the eaves of the three uncles. He couldn’t help but lick his teeth. I went to the place, and it turned out to be a 30,000-ton Liu Liu. Suddenly there was a little cramp in the leg and stomach. I walked into the hall and saw that Sanshu was making a fire. "Three uncles, Yang Xu?"
The three uncles did not lift and said: "He is preparing to worship the ancestors with Xiaoxin! Why are you coming so late!"
Yang Ling couldn't help but blush. He forgot the ancestors, so he went to the back hall and saw that Feng Xin Yang Xu was cleaning the table for a tablet. The sign said "Ancestral ancestors" Yang Gong Shouyi, the ancestral ancestor of Liu Shifen, also wrote two life time.
There are several pairs of couplets on the wall opposite the table. These are the ones left in previous years. This brand usually has few people to take care of. It is only after the holidays, and people come back to take care of them. Now people are paying more and more attention to these. Many people have lost their own genealogy, so after three or four generations, there will be no exchanges between relatives and friends~EbookFREE.me~Welcome to the readers to read, the latest, fastest and most popular serial works At ~EbookFREE.me~ mobile users please read.