On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the Little Year, people worship the Kitchen God and ascend to heaven to become a god.
The Chinese New Year is a long and gradual process. In this process, every node worth celebrating has a different meaning.
Dumplings are eaten during the Spring Festival in the north, and the dumplings should be shaped like ingots.
In the south, rice cakes are eaten, which means every year is high. There are also glutinous rice balls, sugar cane, which means every year is high, and Stove God candy, which is a must-have for worshiping the Kitchen God.
The Yong'an Palace was full of fireworks. In the small kitchen, Queen Zhao Ning'er and Concubine Guo, together with the female family members in the palace, were steaming rice cakes and preparing for dinner.
The old man is an extremely traditional person. For him, the things prepared by Guanglu Temple in the imperial dining room are not rice, only those cooked by his own relatives. Therefore, every New Year's Eve, the female family members in the palace have to cook in person and prepare a table.
Excellent wine and food.
Zhu Yunxi knew that the reason why the old man was like this was because deep down in his heart, he had never forgotten the word home. Home is the men on the kang and the women in the kitchen. Home is the children in the courtyard and the juniors kowtow to pay New Year greetings. Home is the bustle.
Talking and laughing, a family is where several generations live together, including young and old.
He is the Supreme Emperor, but he has lived for this family all his life.
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"Eat less sugar. Are you going to eat later?"
Zhu Yunxi looked at the six kilograms of Stove King candies that he happily gnawed on, and frowned and said, "After eating so much, you don't want those teeth anymore?"
This kid is a bit like that fat guy Zhu Gaochi, who likes sweets very much.
I taught my son as a matter of course, but the old man next to me, who was holding Xiao Fu'er and napping on the rocking chair, was not happy.
He squinted at Zhu Yunxi, "Scolding children during the New Year? Whose rule are you talking about?" He continued angrily, "What's wrong with eating two pieces of candy when you're celebrating the New Year? You're picky with your nose and eyes.
Why are you showing off your prestige? Six pounds, eat, there is an ancestor here, you open your mouth and eat, let’s see who dares to criticize you!”
"Ancestor is the best!" Liu Jin flattered him like a wave, pulling the old man's arm and having fun.
The old man suddenly laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. Xiao Fu'er was in the old man's arms. When he saw Zhu Yunxi slumped, he clapped his hands and laughed, "Giggles, my father is scolding Brother He again!"
"He's looking for scolding!" the old man said with a smile, "Hey, he doesn't make people happy during the Chinese New Year, so who can he scold if he doesn't scold him? He wants to show off his power and show off to outsiders, but we don't succeed here."
At this time, Liujin raised his little face and asked, "Ancestor, why do you have to celebrate the New Year?"
"This..." The old man was stunned. He thought about the origin of Stove Lord in great detail, but he had no clue.
Then he said to Zhu Yunxi, "Hey, didn't you hear your son ask? Why are you celebrating the New Year?"
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "According to research, Xiaonian started a long time ago. There were records in the Spring and Autumn Period. In the Tang Dynasty, it was said that it was to worship the Stove Lord and ascend to heaven and become a god..." As he said that, he looked at the old man, and suddenly his childlike innocence grew in his heart.
, there is a feeling of wanting to play a prank.
"Actually, this young man is still related to Grandpa Huang?"
"Huh? Why does it involve us? We are not the Kitchen God?" the old man asked curiously.
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "My grandson also heard folk allusions!" As he said this, he pretended to be silent and kept silent.
Sure enough, the old man became interested and asked, "Tell me something!"
"Folklore has it that when Grandpa Huang was very poor, it was just in time for the Chinese New Year. You wanted to eat meat during the Chinese New Year, but you had no money in your pocket. So you went to a similar butcher shop, thinking of getting some meat on credit!"
Suddenly, the old man's eyebrows stood up.
"Ancestor, do you mean you don't get paid for meat on credit?" Liu Jin asked.
Without waiting for the old man to speak, Zhu Yunxi continued, "Grandpa Huang, you are so thin-skinned that you don't dare to buy meat on credit because the meat is so expensive. After thinking about it for a long time, I told the butcher shop owner that I might as well give him a pig head on credit. Unexpectedly, the butcher shop owner
, I didn’t even give you a pig’s head on credit!”
"That butcher shop owner is nothing!" Liu Jin muttered through gritted teeth.
The old man's face became more and more ferocious, and Zhu Yunxi pretended not to see it.
He continued, "When you came out of the butcher shop, Grandpa Huang, you were so angry that you wrote a little poem on the wall..."
"What are we writing about?" the old man said angrily.
"It's so pitiful, so pitiful. Others have years but I don't have years. I borrow a pig's head for cash. If I become the emperor one day, I will have two years to live!"
"Fuck... Hahahaha!" The old man laughed loudly, and his anger turned into a smile, "You... you brat, where did you listen to nonsense and come to arrange for your grandfather to be the emperor?
Two years later, how could we know that we would become emperor in the future?"
Zhu Yunxi smiled and asked, "Grandpa Huang, is this really true?"
"Yes... there is a ball!" the old man laughed and scolded, "You should also take the things arranged by ignorant country villagers seriously. We didn't just start celebrating the New Year in the Ming Dynasty!" He said, smiling again, "But it's interesting.
People actually say that this is the New Year that we let go of, haha!"
The story may not be that good, but the moral is very good, and it is in line with the old man's temper. When he was down and out, he told himself more than once what he would do when I became rich in the future. This was actually an inspiration to himself.
"Ancestor, why do you have to celebrate the Little New Year?" Liujin continued to ask, "My grandson was studying yesterday and heard from the bachelors that the Little New Year in the south is on the 24th, but the Little New Year in the north is on the 23rd. Why?
?”
"Yeah, let me tell you!" The old man cleared his throat and said under the admiring gazes of Liu Jin and Xiao Fu'er, "It turns out that we Han people have always celebrated the New Year on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month. Later, the Jurchens established
He conquered the country and called it Dayin, and annexed half of the country. Later, the Mongols established Dayuan."
"After they entered the Central Plains, they also learned to celebrate the New Year like us Han people. But our Little New Year is right next to their Vulcan Festival, and they worship the God of Fire on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month."
"These two days were next to each other, so they got confused, so they simply celebrated the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month to worship the God of Fire and the Kitchen God together. In this way, Xiaonian became the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month in the south.
, the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month in the north."
Zhu Yunxi secretly laughed in his heart, "The old man was talking about his arrangement just now. Where did he hear this nonsense?"
The Chinese New Year kicks off from the New Year, so-called official, three people, four boats and five. For official families, it is on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, for civilians, it is on the 24th, and for people on the water, it is on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month. The different days in the north and south are also due to solar terms and customs.
(In the Ming Dynasty, the twelfth lunar month has always been celebrated on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month.)
"Ancestor, what does the Stove Lord look like? Why do you want to worship him?" Liu Jin asked again with a smile on his face.
"If a man doesn't worship the moon and a woman doesn't worship the stove!" the old man said with a smile, "The Stove Lord is a pretty boy. The Jade Emperor made him a god. He watches every house to see what they eat and whether they do good or bad things.
Ah, then go back and report to the Jade Emperor!"
"You think, if you really did something bad and let the Jade Emperor know about it, you can repay it. So, the common people will sacrifice him and make offerings to him. If he eats our benefits, he will naturally not say bad things about us?
"
Liu Jin's head was spinning with melon seeds, and he smiled and said, "Isn't that like the censor of our Ming Dynasty?"
"Nonsense!" Zhu Yunxi scolded with a smile.
"It's not nonsense!" The old man waved his hand, "Isn't the censor just the one who whispers and complains behind the jokes?"
At this time, Xiao Fu'er suddenly tilted his head and asked, "Father, what is a pretty boy?"
"This..." The old man was speechless for a moment.
Then anger suddenly appeared on his face again, and he looked at Zhu Yunxi angrily.
"Grandfather, grandson..." Zhu Yunxi was a little at a loss.
"Tell you what!" the old man said loudly, "In the future, if our daughter finds her husband's family, if you dare to find a pretty boy for her, I will jump out of the graveyard and fight with you forever!"