Chapter 111 This is called Chinese New Year [Please order first]

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 111 This is called Chinese New Year [Please order first]

The date of the Chinese New Year in the Ming Dynasty was similar to that of later generations. The date has not changed. It is still the first day of the first month of the lunar calendar. The thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month is called New Year's Eve, while the first day of the lunar month is called Zhengdan Festival.

The Zhengdan Festival is getting closer and closer, and there is only one day left before New Year's Eve.

Perhaps God also knew that people were celebrating the New Year, and the heavy snow that had fallen for many days finally stopped. The sun came out this morning, and there was rare good weather. Although it was still cold and freezing, at least there was sunshine.

The sunshine seemed to have dispelled the haze accumulated by the wind and snow for many days, and also made the New Year atmosphere in the capital a little more intense.

There was laughter and laughter everywhere in the capital, and the streets and alleys were decorated with lights. Even the poorest families had used the little savings they had saved from their teeth this year to prepare food and drinks that they could only dream of in ordinary times. Women

With the children, no matter how poor they were, they still pulled out a few feet of cloth and made new clothes.

In the past few days, you can often see large trucks loaded with goods in the city. It is said that they are bedding purchased by the imperial court to provide relief to the victims in the suburbs of Beijing.

Xia Yuan knew very well who was responsible for this, but after a trip to the outskirts of Beijing a few days ago, he never saw the second prince again, nor did he come to visit him. Perhaps his leg was broken by the emperor.

The child is actually a good child, but a little too childish.

Looking at the joyful capital, Xia Yuan silently waved goodbye.

It's time to go back to Xiajiazhuang.

The Chinese New Year is a day for reunions. Although I don’t have parents, I do have uncles, cousins, and so many distant relatives.

He has prepared a lot of New Year's goods these days, and plans to share some with his uncle's family and other villagers after bringing them back to Xiajiazhuang.

In front of Xia's house, four carriages were lined up in sequence, one was used to seat people, and the remaining three were all used to load new year's goods.

New Year's goods were loaded into the car one by one. After all the New Year's goods were loaded, the two set off back to their hometown.

"Xiao Qizi, roll up a few more snowballs and hand them over to your husband. Please ask for smaller ones, don't make them too big."

"Oh."

Zhao Yuerong responded repeatedly, squatting down and rubbing snowballs on the ground with his cotton-gloved hands.

The two of them were wearing new clothes for the New Year, which were brand new from the inside out, and were building a snow lion in the yard.

It has been snowing heavily for several days, and the snow in the yard has never been cleared, and a thick layer has fallen.

This much snow will definitely be used to build snowmen in future generations. Of course, building snowmen is a method passed down from the West. Our ancestors were more artistic and more difficult than those foreign devils. Without building snowmen,

There are piles of snow lions.

However, Xia Yuan considered that the technical content of building a snow lion was too high, so he did not build a snow lion. He first built a snowman, and was praised by Xiaolizi, saying that his gourd looked really similar.

This is really a bit insulting to the snowman.

So Xia Yuan decided to take on a more difficult challenge by building a snow lion and placing it next to the snowman. This is called the lion rolling the gourd, and it has the same auspicious meaning as rolling the hydrangea.

At this time, the snow lion had already taken shape, and even had an abstract style of post-realistic romanticism.

The body is a complete whole, with no limbs carved, and the head is also a ball with no facial features, but there are small snowballs on the head. If you have a rich enough imagination, you can still imagine that it is a lion's mane.

Another small snowball was placed on the top of the lion's head. At this time, Zhu Houzhao arrived. Xia Yuan was a little surprised and looked up and down at his legs.

The leg doesn't seem to be broken.

Not only was his leg not broken, but his whole body was also intact. He was wearing a bright red robe and looked very festive.

"Master, your gourds look so stacked, but why do you still have a nose and eyes?"

As he spoke, Zhu Houzhao looked at the snowdrift that could not be seen as a lion at all. He was obviously a man with a rich imagination. After looking left and right, he asked with some uncertainty: "Could this be a snow lion?"

Seeing that the boy recognized it as a snow lion, Xia Yuan decided not to argue with him about the gourd. "Be more confident and remove that one. This is the snow lion."

"oh"

Zhu Houzhao nodded, and then remembered the carriages he saw at the door of Xia's house, so he came over and asked: "Master, I just saw some carriages in front of your house, what are they for?"

"If I don't do anything, I will go back to my hometown to celebrate the New Year."

As soon as he heard this, Zhu Houzhao became a little anxious, "We will spend the New Year in the capital. Why go back? I am also planning to set off firecrackers with the master."

"Firecrackers? Where are they placed?"

"Just outside."

Hearing this, Xia Yuan directly threw down the snow lion and ran out to take a look. Outside the mansion, in addition to the few carriages loading new year's goods, there was obviously one more carriage. There were several large logs placed on the carriage.

box.

"Are the firecrackers in those wooden boxes?"

Before Zhu Houzhao could answer, Xia Yuan had already walked over and reached out to open one of the boxes. As expected, there was a whole box full of hanging whips inside.

I opened a few other boxes and took a look, fireworks, fireworks

Seeing this, the expression on his face couldn't help but become excited. How much cow dung could be blown up by so many firecrackers?

The only pity was that there were many types of fireworks in various styles, some of which he couldn't even identify, but the only type of firecrackers seemed to be firecrackers.

"Where did you get all these firecrackers?"

"In the palace."

".Did you steal it?"

"Master's words are really unpleasant. What does stealing mean? This is something I got out of my luck."

The New Year is approaching, and the palace has prepared a whole warehouse of fireworks and firecrackers, ready to be set off on New Year's Eve, the Zhengdan Festival, and the Lantern Festival.

This cannon fire is probably a beautiful thing, but unfortunately, as a noble prince, Zhu Houzhao is destined to miss such a beautiful thing, so he can only stand and watch from a distance, which is very boring.

In previous years, Zhu Houzhao would secretly get some and put them in the East Palace for fun, but this year was different. He had a place to sell the stolen goods, so he frantically stole a few large boxes.

Since Zhu Houzhao said that the Universiade came out of justice, Xia Yuan should take it seriously. To be honest, seeing these firecrackers made him a little unable to walk.

If you don’t set off firecrackers during the New Year, this New Year will be soulless.

In his previous life, he lived in modern times. Since he was in middle school, the country has banned the setting off of fireworks and firecrackers. Setting off firecrackers only exists in the memory of his childhood.

In this life, although the Ming Dynasty did not have such a rule, firing off cannons also only existed in the memory of the predecessor.

"What do you think, master, don't go back? It would be a good thing if we stay in the capital and shoot cannons together."

"Let's fire off the cannons first, and we'll talk about returning home later."

Zhu Houzhao was obviously impatient. Seeing Xia Yuan's urging, he didn't say anything. He took out a string of hanging whips from the box, but instead of setting them off directly, he pulled off the firecrackers one by one. Setting off the hanging whips was boring.

, it is interesting to put them one by one like this.

Xia Yuan was not polite. He reached out and grabbed a dozen of them and held them in his hand. Then he found an incense stick and lit it. He pointed it at the fuse, and with a hiss, the fuse was lit. He quickly threw it away.

The firecrackers exploded with a bang, and bursts of white smoke floated up, haha, so exciting!

It has an internal smell.

This special thing is called Chinese New Year.
Chapter completed!