Vol 2 Chapter 1170: First four

Early the next morning, Zhou Jiao paid special attention to the three sons. Seeing that they were born again after one night, she let go of the worries in her heart.
Which bear kid has no awkward day.
When Zhao Yuanyuan and Zhang Yuntao came with their children, the pig from Zhang Qingfeng's family was stabbed and screamed to people.
With Zhao Yuanyuan's shouting "Jiaojiao, I'm here, Jiaojiao, I'm here..." like a repeater, the picture was particularly happy.
The reunion of old friends made Zhou Jiaoqing uncontrollably rush to meet each other.
"Okay, you two kiss, huh, you forgot about me, right?"
A sad voice sounded, Zhou Jiao, who was held tightly by Zhao Yuanyuan, followed the movement, and saw several familiar figures at a glance—Hu Xiaohui and Li Qinglin were also here.
Zhou Jiao immediately became enraged and watched her come with an open eyebrow, "When did you come back? I went to my unit last weekend and heard that you were on a business trip."
"She, it was a few days earlier than you." Zhao Yuanyuan held Zhou Jiao in one hand, and waved to Hu Xiaohui with one hand, saying that she lowered her voice, "Lin Zi's grandfather just left."
Zhou Jiao understood that it was Hu Xiaohui who had come back for the funeral. No wonder she didn't mention it to her hometown. One is Lin Zi's foreign family, and the other is a futile matter. It is normal not to mention a word.
After Zhang Yuntao and Li Qinglin appeared on this day, as if turning on the tap, Zhang Guoqing’s friends from his hometown began to come to the door.
These people are different from official entertainment. They gathered together and drank wine and recalled that year, and they ridiculed each other, which amused each other and added joy.
At the 30th year of the year, those who came to invite guests to be guests on the first month also stopped. Zhou Jiao, who was busy steaming bean buns and steamed buns, also stopped working in the kitchen.
According to the rules of the old Zhang family, the New Year’s Eve reunion dinner is undoubtedly a three-bedroom gathering in the old courtyard.
It was funny to let Zhou Jiao rest early. She has no daughter-in-law yet, but she enjoys this blessing. Lao Zhang’s New Year’s Eve dinner was prepared by the grandchildren.
With the addition of a wild boar and a roe deer contributed by the Ping An brothers to the village, the old captain, who took over as the patriarch, made up his mind—the whole family had a dinner on the first night of the New Year!
So in the past few days, her family can simply order meals.
On the New Year’s Eve, I have to say, ancestor worship on New Year’s Eve.
In Zhang's mind, the most important event of the year is to take "the ancestors home for the New Year" and give the ancestors "pocket money" on this day.
The old customs have been suppressed in the past few years. Father Zhang can only sneak in. Now he can be upright, and he will ask his wife to check whether the sacrifice is complete.
Zhang's mother didn't bother to see it, and when her wife asked, she happily picked up her fingers and read to him one by one. In the end, it came almost casually.
Dad Zhang didn't mention whether his grandsons Liu Yi and Wu Yi, who had been given to his family, should follow him up the mountain, but during the period, Zhou Jiao gave the two old and new clothes and pants, how could he not see his thoughts.
It is also the old man's care, Zhou Jiao would not object to the young sons going to worship the Zhang family ancestors. Although their last name is Zhou, they are also descendants of the Zhang family and the sons of her man.
On this occasion of resigning from the old and welcoming the new, I expressed respect to the ancestors of the Zhang family and prayed that the ancestors and gods could bless future generations and make them prosper.
Isn't this a good wish?
If the ancestors of the Zhang family are enlightened, Zhou Jiao is eager to let the sons worship several times to bless the children for life.
For this reason, after listening to Mother Zhang and reporting the end of the sacrifice to Daddy Zhang, she quietly returned to her yard and added another sacrifice and paper money.
Zhang Guoqing looked at Zhou Jiao, who was in a good mood, was depressed, and quickly asked other things to divert her attention. At this moment, he also thought of the passing old lady Cheng.
In previous years, a few days before the New Year in Beijing, the surviving old lady would quietly help them prepare paper money, and their family would sneak up the mountain with the Cheng family to burn paper money for several ancestors.
Now that she is gone, no one will bother to find money for them...
When the time came, Zhang's father couldn't hide his smile, leading a group of males from his family, and ran to the door of Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zhang's house to drink and hurry up the mountain.
Of course he would not say that he was showing it to Uncle Zhang: Didn’t you laugh at my two young grandchildren? Look, is it my grandson or my grandson!
The only person who understood his thoughts was Mother Zhang. Watching his wife and them leave, she patted Zhou Jiao who was holding her arm, and greeted the woman at home to enter the yard.
Yes, the woman at home.
There is a rule in Zhangjiacun to worship the ancestors, which must be visited by family men and family women cannot participate. This is a custom handed down from ancient times.
Of course, this is not the case in Zhangjiacun, it is estimated that it is similar across the country. In other words, Zhou's family only had one seedling from Zhou Jiao, or Zhou Xiaozheng never felt that his precious daughter was worse than his son.
The number of descendants of Lao Zhang’s and Lao Sanfang is estimated to be the largest in Zhangjia Village, and the people of the same ethnic group will first take turns to worship at the graves of their deceased ancestors.
At the graves of Grandpa Zhang and Grandma Zhang, this is the highlight of their third house.
Uncle Zhang, who is the oldest and most senior, first draws a circle on the snow in front of the grave, and puts three folded "ingots" and paper money with Father Zhang and Uncle Zhang.
Looking at the "Yuanbao" and paper money, which were obviously more than twice the size of the two rooms, Old Uncle Zhang didn't react at all, but Uncle Zhang gave Daddy Zhang a sideways glance.
But is Father Zhang afraid?
He won't!
It's not his fault to give more pocket money to parents.
Other brothers in their own family can be modest, but their old son gives pocket money to his grandfather, which is the filial piety of the children. Who will let the older nephew not add a share?
"Father, mother, my two younger brothers and I brought the children to see you, how are you doing, this time I will give you two elders more pocket money, don't be reluctant to say anything..."
Uncle Zhang finished his nagging, and told Father Zhang and Old Uncle Zhang, "You also have a good chat with your parents."
"Okay, big brother, keep yourself busy." Father Zhang responded smoothly and turned to direct the three brothers Zhang Guoqing, "The boss gets angry, the second child throws paper money in ~ EbookFREE.me~ Xiaowu, come here, your father will be sure He misses you the most, he loves you the most, he didn't see you in such an old age, his old man should miss you more..."
Uncle Zhang was still thinking about his father and his mother at the grave, but he was still a little sad in his heart. After being teased by his second brother's words, he couldn't help laughing.
With his smile, the juniors who were kneeling behind didn't need to hold back their smiles and chuckled.
For a while, Uncle Zhang, who was pouring a glass of wine on the ground, was a little bit dumbfounded. He looked around and stared to make everyone more serious.
Burn out paper money.
The elders are in the front, and the younger generations kowtowed behind. Afterwards, a series of firecrackers were set off, and the three rooms of the old Zhang's family went down the mountain in a distinctive and cheerful manner.
Especially the children below the Ming-character generation, they even shouted for the New Year. What feelings can these young children have for their deceased grandparents?
The three brothers of Uncle Zhang didn't ban them. They wanted to come to the father and mother to be spiritual. Hearing the cheers of these children, they should be happy. There is room for rebirth in the fifties