During the college entrance examination in 1977, all the remaining educated youth in Wenchangwei took the college entrance examination. Not long after the exam, Ou Jing and Lin Guangwei returned to Yangcheng.

Ou Jing passed the exam, but because of her father's historical issues, she failed the political examination; Lin Guangwei failed the exam and doesn't know what he is doing now.

Nan Yi and Ou Jing still keep in touch. Although most of the letters are polite, they still mention the recent situation. She works as a cook in a state-owned restaurant and even learned how to make soy sauce chicken from the chef.

According to herself, she had done a good job and even invited him to try it when he passed by Yangcheng.

Zhao Hongzhuang had been recommended to go to the Workers', Peasants' and Soldiers' University, but she was dismissed because she failed the political examination. Before the college entrance examination, she returned to the city without knowing who she was with.

Therefore, there is no one in the Xian's Ancestral Hall, it has been cleaned up, and the things that should be taken out have been taken out a long time ago.

All the Xian family's men are already in place and lined up, waiting for the auspicious moment to come.

Nan Yi's surname is not Xian, so naturally there is no need to wait.

He was outside the ancestral hall, near the river, playing with the blunderbuss. They were all single blunderbuss. Nan Yi shook the gunpowder that had been packed with yellow paper into the blunderbuss, and inserted a fuse into the hole in the blunderbuss body.

Live line.

Take two pieces of yellow paper from the bamboo basket on the side, crumple one of them into a paper ball, stuff it into the mouth of the gun, poke it inside with a string, then stuff the second piece, then hold on to the string and take it

Use a hammer to smash the opening bar and let the yellow paper tightly block the gunpowder.

"Do you understand?"

After finishing one, Nan Yi asked Nan Ruobing who was standing next to him.

"Um."

"How about you use the remaining five to hold the gunpowder?"

"OK."

Nan Ruoping imitated Nan Yi's tricks with great interest.

After checking his watch, he saw that there was still plenty of time, so Nan Yi stood aside and lit a cigarette.

"Dad, it's done. When can it be released?"

"Haha, wait, there are still five minutes. In a moment, dad will order the first shot, and I will give you the second shot, okay?"

"Okay."

Four minutes passed quickly. Nan Yi took out three pieces of yellow paper that had been folded in advance from the bamboo basket, and then took out three sticks of incense. He first lit the incense with a lighter, and then lit the yellow paper.

He held up the incense and bowed.

This is to respect heaven and earth, respect ghosts, gods, and all things. I would like to say hello to everyone first, and I will start shooting in a moment.

Putting the incense on the ground, Nan Yi lit the fuse of a blunderbuss.

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, the fuse burned very quickly. Nan Yi ran four or five steps away, and the gun exploded.

boom!

There was a loud noise that shook the ears, and a large piece of ground was exploded on the ground where the blunderbuss was inserted.

Nan Yi picked up a gong mallet covered with red cloth, knocked on the gong hanging on the shelf, breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly: "The auspicious time has arrived!"

As soon as the gong sounded, the sounds of small gongs, big cymbals, small cymbals, gold cymbals, and hall drums started ringing one after another.

Nan Yi looked at the entrance of the ancestral hall and saw that the person playing the big drum was Xian Weimin. What he held in his hand was not a drumstick but a bamboo stick.

Nan Yi needs to hit the gong in harmony with Xian Weimin's rhythm. When Xian Weimin hits the rhythm of bang bang, click, click, he has to follow up with a "bang"; then there is bang, bang, click... bang...

Boom.

This is one section, and you need to knock nine sections repeatedly.

After finishing the nine rounds, Nan Yi asked Nan Ruobin to light a musket. After a bang, Nan Yi had to prick up his ears and listen. Each of the six muskets exploded, and he had to hit them for a while.

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After a morning, the ceremony was finally completed, and then it was time to share the roasted suckling pig that had just been sacrificed to the ancestors.

Share the roasted suckling pig, no matter whether it is Xian or not, as long as someone comes to ask for it, you have to give it.

However, only men can come. If women come, they will politely ask you to leave. On such a big day, you will generally remain friendly, unless someone else comes and poops on you.

"Ruobing, wait for me here. Dad will go over there for a while. He will be back soon."

"Dad, go ahead. I'm good and I'll wait for you." Nan Ruoping nodded.

Nan Yi was holding a bamboo basket in one hand and a gong stand in the other. When he walked to the door of the ancestral hall and put down his things, an old man on crutches came towards him.

The old man's name is Xian Guangbing. He is the oldest old man in Wenchangwei and the person in charge of Xian's ancestral hall. He plays a role similar to that of a clan leader.

It's just that apart from the affairs surrounding the ancestral hall, such as offering sacrifices and compiling genealogy, they don't have much say in other aspects.

"Nanyi, thank you for your hard work today. You can take this."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Nan Yi took the red packet from Xian Guangbing and said thank you.

"Let's go and sit at the table with the old man and have a few drinks with me."

"Grandpa, I'm not trying to refute your face. My daughter is still waiting aside. I'll take a portion of the pork and give you another drink as apology."

"Well, next time, I will have a few drinks."

"sure."

After receiving the pork, toasting, and talking to Xian Yaodong and the others, Nan Yi took Nan Ruobing back to his home.

Yesterday, everything was explained thoroughly, and Xian Yaodong and others were left to communicate with the members.

Today is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the Northern New Year.

There is a folk proverb, twenty-three, sacrifice to the Kitchen God; today is the day to worship the Kitchen God.

The Kitchen God is considered to be the god of guidance, and worshiping the Kitchen God on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month is to send the Kitchen God to heaven.

A week later, on the night of New Year's Eve, the Kitchen God will come to the world with other gods and bring the family's good and bad fortunes in this year.

After the New Year, all the other gods will return to heaven, and only the Kitchen God will stay in the kitchens of thousands of households.

Nan Yi returned to Nanzhai and immediately started to work. He put water in the iron pot and asked Nan Ruoping to light the fire.

He took out the cakes and put them in a tall basin, put the tofu cut into squares in the bowl, placed a matching piece of red paper on top of the tofu, and inserted a cypress leaf in the middle of the red paper.

Opening the lid of the lead pot on the edge of the stove, he took out a bowl of steamed rice that had been kept warm in the pot. He went to the utility room to get some incense, yellow paper, and a pair of red candles, and walked back to the kitchen.

"Dad, the water is boiling."

"Um."

Nan Yi responded, walked to the kitchen table, picked up a bamboo sieve on the table, placed it on the stove, opened a white cloth covering the bamboo sieve, and first put six round glutinous rice balls into the pot.

, then grabbed six more oval glutinous rice balls with a pink protrusion like a horn on them and put them into the pot.

Grab the spatula on the side and gently push the glutinous rice balls into the pot to prevent them from sticking to the pot.

After three or five clicks, stop pushing and cover the pot.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he found a rice wine jar, opened it, and poured some wine into a wine jug.

Listening to the popping sound of the water in the pot, Nan Yi opened the lid and saw the glutinous rice balls floating on the water.

Put the glutinous rice balls in two bowls, six in each bowl.

"Ruobing, put the fire back into the ash pond, cover it with plant ashes, and come over when you're done."

"Um."

Place the dessert pots, tofu cups, rice cups, and rice dumpling bowls on the stove facing the shrine; set up another row, place three wine glasses, and pour rice wine into the wine glasses; place them in the gaps between the wine glasses

Three pairs of red-lacquered chopsticks.

He took out six sticks of incense, lit them, and handed three sticks to Nan Ruobin. Nan Yi bowed to the Kitchen Lord in the shrine, then knelt down and bowed.

"Ruobing, come here, kneel down and pay homage to the Stove Lord, and ask him to say a few nice words to you when he returns to heaven to take up his post."

Nan Ruobin obediently knelt down on the straw handle, bowed, and muttered, "Master Stove Lord, please go to heaven and say a few nice words to Ruobin. When you come back, remember to bring more delicious food."

of."

After listening to the little girl's words, Nan Yi smiled knowingly.

He himself had done similar things, but the things he asked for were more outrageous.
Chapter completed!