As the village chief, I only raise bugs

Chapter 207 207. Continuation

There was nothing to say all night, and Jiang Chongshan and Meng Pinghui got up early in the morning of the 31st of the Lunar New Year. They pasted up the couplets together and drove to Guzhai.

In the past, Meng Pinghui was most afraid of Chinese New Year, because these days were the loneliest and most difficult days for her. Although Professor Liu’s family actively invited her, except for having a meal at Professor Liu’s house at noon on the first day of junior high school, she was almost alone for the rest of the day passed.

Only in the afternoon or evening do classmates and friends invite her to have fun.

Because other people have relatives who want to leave, but I don't have any.

In the past, on New Year's Eve, she would always stay at home alone. After pasting up the couplets in the morning, she would make dumplings and all kinds of dumplings by herself in the afternoon.

Grandma likes stuffed with cabbage, Dad likes stuffed with green onions, and Mom likes stuffed with radish. He remembers these clearly.

As for herself, she likes all three types!
But this year is different.

Since grandma passed away, the morning of the New Year's Eve that I have never seen is so beautiful.

Even the smog that has always been hated looks hazy and beautiful!

When we arrived in Guzhai, it was not yet fully dawn, but the whole village was up, lively and lively.

Because at ten o'clock this morning, they will go to Guguan together to invite their ancestors to come home for the New Year. At noon, they will make dumplings together in the village, and the whole village will eat dumplings together. response from the whole village.

In the afternoon, the village will send representatives to the martyrs cemetery to invite their ancestors to come back for the New Year. This year, Jiang Bailei will lead the team, so Jiang Chongshan will not have to go.

Therefore, everyone got up very early. They had to post all the couplets before nine o'clock, set up the chopping board on the basketball court and prepare the pot, and then went to Guguan to gather together.

Jiang Chongshan saw that everyone was greeting and posting couplets.

"It's higher on the left!"

"That's right, that's right there!"

"Chongshan is here, come to my house tonight, and bring your wife with you!"

"Zhang Wuye, you rest, we'll help you post it, just take out the good cigarettes and candy! My aunt and the others can't finish it!"

"Chongshan, come and taste the burnt leaves fried by my aunt, and get some for your wife, I have some at home, you can't finish it!"

"Liangliang, why haven't you woke up yet?"

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Some people posted couplets, and some people took out their own New Year's goods. The most excited ones were the group of half-children. No matter where they went, they could eat delicious food.

Seeing Jiang Chongshan bringing Meng Pinghui over, everyone greeted them one after another.

Jiang Chongshan responded one by one, and at the same time, he did not forget to take some food. At this time, no one will care about how much you eat. If more people eat the New Year’s goods made by his family, it means that he has done well, and the host family will be very happy , In the past two years, I was really happy, not pretending to be happy.

When he came to his house, Jiang Chongshan found that his father was climbing the ladder, so he hurriedly asked his father to come down and go up by himself.

And mother narrowed her eyes, because she saw Meng Pinghui: "You two hurry up, we're going back to the house."

Then, he said to Meng Pinghui: "Pinghui, have you eaten yet? If you haven't eaten, I will cook glutinous rice balls, you eat first!"

Under the command of his father and grandfather, Jiang Chongshan posted the couplets, and when he returned to the house, he saw Meng Pinghui drinking soup.

"Do you want to eat? If you want to eat, you can serve it yourself!" Mom said to Jiang Chongshan, "Pinghui said she can make dumplings, so I will take Pinghui to the basketball court to make dumplings at noon today. While watching, I'll make some stuffing!"

"I won't eat anymore. I'll go to Master Chao's house first!"

"I'll go with you." Meng Pinghui said, speeding up the soup.

"Drink it slowly, don't burn it!" Mom hurriedly said, "Let him go alone."

After finishing the soup in the bowl, Meng Pinghui stood up: "I'll go with him!"

Jiang Chongshan nodded, said hello, and took Meng Pinghui out the door.

At this time, there were already quite a few people in Mr. Xue's house. Those who got up early had finished posting their couplets, and many of them came over.

However, none of them who moved the ladders moved the ladders, made paste, and divided the couplets, because they knew that Jiang Chongshan would do the job.

This can be regarded as a custom in Guzhai. The Spring Festival couplets at home must be posted by members of the family, unless someone in the family is out of town or has no son, then let others do it.

And everyone in the village knew that Mr. Xue must have come to retire from Jiang Chongshan, so there was no one to do this job, and everyone was waiting for him.

"Director Jiang is here!"

"Boss Meng is here!"

The people who came to Teacher Xue's house were all young people, and they were not as casual as their elders when facing Jiang Chongshan.

"Come, come, smoke!" Jiang Chongshan took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket, "You share among yourself, if you have more or less, that's all!"

Meng Pinghui also took out two packs of cigarettes from her bag and handed them to them. She is the future hostess of this family when she comes here, which Jiang Chongshan specially explained to her last night.

After entering the house and saying hello to Mr. Xue who was sitting there chatting, Jiang Chongshan went out, because there is also a particularity about posting couplets, and the door should be pasted first, and then the door of the house.

Jiang Chongshan posted the couplets, and other people displayed the couplets to see the balance of heights. Soon, the couplets at Mr. Xue's house were pasted.

After sending away the helpers, Jiang Chongshan asked Teacher Xue to lie down and began to massage him.

"Chongshan, I think I am much more energetic now, it seems that I can educate you for a few more years!"

"It won't work for a few years, I still want you to enlighten our children!" Jiang Chongshan said while pressing.

These words made Meng Pinghui blush.

After half a year of training, Xue Yuanyuan has matured a lot: "Doesn't that mean that I will be promoted again soon?"

"It's more than one generation!" Jiang Chongshan said with a smile, "Chang Jun and Cui Jie will get married next year, and when they have a child, what should I call you?"

"Changjun calls me aunt, what should his child call me?" Xue Yuanyuan was also confused.

"Grandma!" Teacher Xue said, "If Chang Jun has a child, then our first five surnames will have another generation. This is the eighth generation."

"That's right, Chun, Chao, Bai, Shan, Chang, Xiao, do we count as six generations living under the same roof?" Jiang Chongshan also said.

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count, but if it really counts, then it counts." Hearing what Jiang Chongshan said, Teacher Xue was very happy.

Although he only had one daughter, Xue Yuanyuan, who was still picked up, he would be very happy if the other families with the first five surnames had descendants.

At this time, Teacher Xue suddenly thought of a question: "Chongshan, if Wei Changjun becomes a grandfather, his grandson will be the ninth generation, and we will only have one generation left. You should think about how to follow up in advance." ah!"

"Why don't you help us think about it?" Since Mr. Xue brought up this matter, if he is allowed to continue, he will be very happy.

"I can't continue." Teacher Xue shook his head, "Our ten generations were determined by the old gods. If we follow up after that, we have to let the Guguan master come. If we don't restart Guguan, I will continue." I continued, but now I have a lonely view, so I have to let him continue."

"However, it's still early until the ninth generation is born, and you have decades to think about it."

(End of this chapter)