Vol 2 Chapter 1152: Celebrate the new year

Lin Juhua is gone.
All the favors from her hometown were taken away by her.
The 30th of the twelfth lunar month is just a few days away.
The common people have a saying: Have a good year before you have money.
Unlike the silence during the New Year's Day last year, the festive atmosphere of the New Year seems to sweep the entire compound all at once, revealing a strong New Year flavor.
Groups of older children come to visit more, and the crackling sound of firecrackers on their hands fluctuates from time to time in all directions.
As soon as the meals in the several family courtyards arrived, the military members from all over the world took out their own good crafts and started to fry meatballs, twisted buns, and steamed bean buns, steamed meat, and stewed vegetables...
The naughty boys who are busy stealing, the laughter and cursing of the adults, the fragrance of the air...
All this makes the compound full of laughter. Entering this new year in the 1980s, it is different.
The three brothers who felt very peaceful about the scenes around them also deliberately made up for the regret that their three brothers were not with their mother last year.
When Zhou Jiao and Miao Lishan were on holiday, the three big and small men followed their mother and daughter all day, acting as payment machines and bag carriers.
This series of actions made Miao Lishan smile with joy. In Zhou Xiaozheng's words, he was almost awakened by his wife's laughter when he fell asleep.
The Zhou family was full of joy, and the Cheng family was no exception.
Although the two brothers Cheng Sijin, the elder brothers who were far away, could not return to Beijing to be with their old parents as they wished, there are many children and grandchildren under their respective names.
These children and the three Wen's brothers walked back and forth between the three homes, and even the Zhou's family was also very lively, not to mention that the Ping An brothers had many friends.
New Year's Eve is officially the Chinese New Year.
Early in the morning, the three Ping An brothers ran to the old house first, posted couplets, posted window grilles, and hung lanterns in each courtyard, and then ran to invite Doctor Hu to spend the New Year together.
As in previous years, not surprisingly, their master, Doctor Hu, still refused to enter the compound.
Why?
Still the same, I don't like it!
The three simple words, the Ping An brothers did not force it. I didn't look at the New Year's Eve dinner that my mute aunt started to prepare.
The three brothers happily told the old man that they would come and kowtow to him on the first day of next year.
When they get back home again, it is noon.
In the kitchen, Zhou Jiao was busy with the New Year's Eve dinner, so she didn't even bother to ask their brothers for a while.
But they chatted with Miao Lishan a few words, amused their grandma, and soon came into the kitchen.
"Mom, it smells so good."
"Should we have lunch or midnight?"
Ping An patted the hands of the two younger brothers who ate the fried meatballs, and couldn't help but grab one of them.
Zhou Jiao turned her head and saw a smile, "We will have a meal at noon. When your grandfather and your dad have attended the party in the evening, our family is having a reunion dinner."
On May 1st, he slid aside and sniffed the black pot on the stove. Well, his Buddha jumped over the wall and came again.
Liu Yi raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and took the spatula in her hand, "Mom, I'll come, you will rest. Where is Grandma Chen?"
"Go to the service agency."
He swallowed the food in his mouth safely, and when he finished his words, he asked: "Mom, I heard that there will be more than 30,000 people at the Spring Festival Gala tonight, won't you go?"
May 1st echoed: "Yes, we can all pass."
Liu Yi took the spatula and fry it twice. After pouring the water and covering it, Liu Yi gave his younger brother a slanted look: "If there are too many people, you have to socialize. Mom doesn't go."
"Then we will stay with you at home."
Zhou Jiao looked at May 1st with a smile, "Are you inactive at night?"
Wu Yi's mouth is always sweet, and he smiled and said, "What activities are more important than my mother."
"Your dad said, he will come back with an eye-opening as usual. You can play by yourself, remember to go home for the New Year dinner."
"Yo, my dad took another lead."
Zhou Jiao laughed happily.
My mother amused, Wu Yi winked at the brothers triumphantly, and continued: "Mom, the stamps I bought today are in the old house."
"Listen to what you mean, do you have to go on buying?"
"Hmm, I have this plan. There are not many people buying now, and we are contributing to the country."
Zhou Jiao glanced at the expressions of her three sons, and shook her head with a smile, "Remember to wrap it in oiled paper, and put some lime in the wooden box."
"understandable."
Now that she understood Zhou Jiao, she didn't say any more. As a result, the second son's job was to grab lunch first, and those who were late for a bunch of young men and girls should come back.
After the midnight reunion dinner, the New Year also ushered in.
It is indispensable to visit relatives and friends during the first month, and even less to go to various temple fairs to shop for snacks.
At this time last year, even Zhang Guoqing went to the front, and Zhou Jiao was really not in the mood to hang out for the Changdian Temple Fair that was re-welcoming in its grandeur.
And this year when she joined it, she suddenly realized that the peace and prosperity really seemed to be coming.
Cultural relics and antiques that have never been banned appeared in small stalls, and even long-lost painting sheds appeared, with paintings by old and new painters and calligraphers hanging in them.
Spring went to summer, and life went smoothly. Just when Zhou Jiao thought that there was nothing to worry about for her in the short term, a bolt from the blue came.
"what did you say?"
Compared with Zhou Jiao's arrogant expression, Zhang Guoqing was much better. He patted his wife in his arms and told her the unfortunate news again.
"Cheng is really gone, smiling and walking in his sleep last night."
"How come? I played chess with his old man a few days ago." Zhou Jiao closed her eyes, then reacted and asked hurriedly, "What about the old lady?"
If it wasn't for the wrong time, Zhang Guoqing almost started to correct it, "The old lady is okay, now the Cheng family is always presiding over the overall situation. Let's go first."
"Yes, we have to go first, we have to go quickly, I thought it would be the old lady going first, but I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect... how could we just leave like this..."
When the couple got in the car and rushed to the Cheng family’s old house, Zhou Xiaozheng had already arrived with Miao Lishan, and was accompanying the old lady in the main room to discuss funeral affairs~EbookFREE.me~ At this time, the Cheng family’s old house gathered a lot of news. The relatives and friends who rushed to the news, Zhou Jiao couldn't bother to say hello, and hurried to see the old lady.
She knows better than anyone what kind of existence Cheng Lao is for the old lady. It was supporting her like a mountain. Now that he is gone, the old lady can't fall down immediately.
When I saw the old lady, things were better than Zhou Jiao had imagined. Except for Cheng Ruzhu, who was crying bitterly, the old man was calm and even comforted the crying family.
"...Silly boy, don't cry. Your dad is already a joy or mourner. He slept without sickness and pain and left. Many old people can't expect it."
Zhou Jiao glanced at her father, and stepped forward to hold the old lady's hand nervously. It was so cold in the summer that she couldn't help but slap her spirits.
Why does she always feel that this is the declining vitality of the old lady?
To the old lady’s eyes, Zhou Jiao didn’t know how to speak to comfort her, she could only say one sentence repeatedly,
Auntie, you still have us.
There is room for rebirth in the 1950s.