After going to the countryside, I can fish as much as I can

It has been half a month since the last time I invited a guest. David Jiang has been assigned to be the director of the central hospital here. He has been very busy since he started work. He sees no one all day long.

Zhang Youyou, Dalong and Xiaolong are very leisurely. From time to time, they will take pictures with cameras and camcorders everywhere, taking pictures of the humanities, geography and architecture of this era.

In a few decades, many of them will be eliminated at this time, such as the current supply and marketing cooperatives, such a lively scene of buying meat and vegetables, and the old buildings of this period.

Once the real estate comes out in a few years, all of this will have to be overthrown and rebuilt. After that, it will become history and will never be seen again, so Zhang Youyou plans to record it all.

Jiang Dalong and Jiang Xiaolong had nothing to do, so they went to write letters of introduction and visited all the places they could go near Beijing at this time.

The purpose is to take pictures of everything I can now and turn them into a photo and a roll of film and video tape.

"Xiao Zhang is celebrating the New Year soon, do you want to post couplets?"

Zhang Youyou just came back from outside and heard Uncle Ma's voice.

"Oh! Weren't the Spring Festival couplets posted on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year?"

"We are posting the Spring Festival couplets at noon on New Year's Eve, so I asked. Every year, the Spring Festival couplets are posted for us by the family of Li Chunwen from the Intermediate School. Li Chunwen is a teacher who teaches in the middle school. He writes very well with calligraphy. In the past, he used to post them every year at his home. They asked him to write couplets there, and this year is no exception, so I wanted to ask your family if they want one? If so, we can do it together."

"Then let's do it together! When will we write it? How much will it cost?"

"For those who don't have money, prepare red paper by yourself. The most he can do is pay for ink. I'll ask them all today. Then he can just post them door to door. Anyway, the next day is the first day of junior high school and he has to give out red envelopes. He As for my three sons, my youngest son Dongdong is only four years old this year, so I can just give him a red envelope."

Uncle Ma said nonchalantly, "It's like this every year. Giving money seems disrespectful. Besides, the money is not easy to collect. What's the point of giving money just to write a few words?"

"Okay! I happen to have a piece of red paper at home. I'll take it out now. Uncle Ma will help me give the red paper to Teacher Li. I'll bother you. I think I need three couplets at home, as well as a horizontal batch. "

Zhang Youyou went home as she said, taking out a whole new piece of red paper and placing it on the stone table in front of Uncle Ma.

There were already several pieces of red paper on the stone table, which must have been placed here by others, and a notebook. Uncle Ma put on his reading glasses and wrote in the notebook with a pencil who it belongs to.

"Huh! Where did you buy this paper? It's of good quality. It looks different from these, but this is more."

After Uncle Ma wrote down David Jiang’s name, he looked at the red paper and immediately praised,

"I bought it at the supply and marketing cooperative. It was 2 cents more expensive than ordinary red paper. I thought it was festive so I bought it. If there are more, you can see if you have enough for your family and let's do it together then! Anyway, I think this thing is useful besides writing couplets. There’s no other use for it.”

"How can it be useless? It's okay to pack those favors during the New Year. Red envelopes, those can be used. I also bought the red paper at home, so I don't need it. I'll get scissors to cut it for you. How can I use it like this? many."

Uncle Ma said and ran in quickly to get the scissors. Zhang Youyou didn't have time to object, so he just let it go. It's not good to always brush off other people's good intentions.

Soon Uncle Ma came out with a pair of scissors, and the red paper was divided into two halves. Uncle Ma happily returned the other half to Zhang Youyou,

: "You only need to read half of it. You can take this one back and make a few red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. When you want to leave a favor, you can also use red paper to wrap it up to make it more festive."

"Thank you, Uncle Ma. I understand."

Although Zhang Youyou didn't think she would give any favors, she thought it would be nice to cut the window grilles, so she went back with the remaining salary.

The atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger. Occasionally, you can hear the sound of firecrackers set off by children in the alley, and the intermittent crackling sounds. Occasionally, there are the sounds of adults yelling and scolding, and the sounds of children jumping and running away.

Zhang Youyou couldn't help but think of the previous New Year celebrations, which were not so lively and had such a New Year's flavor. This feeling was indescribable, but she was very satisfied and happy. Zhang Youyou could not describe this feeling when walking on the street. I stopped worrying, clicked twice, and took the picture of the naughty kid scaring passers-by with firecrackers.

There are also photos of passers-by being startled, accusing the other person, laughing and scolding, and the child laughing mischievously, or chasing the other person and trying to hit him, and the other person is so frightened that he runs away. I have taken a lot of photos in the past two days.

There are also elderly people of the older generation sitting on the street or in front of their homes, singing songs to coax their children.

Don't be greedy, children, Laba is the new year.

How many days do you drink Laba porridge? It will be twenty-three.

Twenty-three, sticky melons; twenty-four, sweep the house;

Twenty-five, make tofu; twenty-six, fry mutton;

Twenty-seven, kill the rooster; twenty-eight, hair the face;

On the [-]th, steamed buns; on the [-]th, we played all night and played around on New Year's Day.

The old man said something, and the children around him said something. The old man was talking about the children jumping, and there was a burst of laughter.

After Zhang Youyou filmed it with a camera, she left. Listening to the song, she was a little greedy for the tender tofu that had just come out of the pot.

Soon the day of New Year's Eve of [-] arrived. When Zhang Youyou woke up in the morning, she found that the yard was different from the past.

There were no voices in the yard urging the children to get up, nor were there any scoldings saying the children were ignorant.

They are all delicious, and the aroma of various fried or stewed, cooking and steaming vegetables floats in the air.

Occasionally, a child would run out of the central courtyard, clutching a handful of something unknown, followed by several younger siblings or other neighborhood children, running around laughing and joking.

Seeing Zhang Youyou standing there and saying hello to Zhang Youyou for New Year greetings, Zhang Youyou also replied happily, and then asked them to wait here. He went into the house and took out a fruit bowl with fried peanuts in it.

I grabbed a handful for each of them. The children laughed and said thank you, and then ran out to play.

When they were handing out fried peanuts, Zhang Youyou saw that those children were holding fried fruits at home, which were small dough balls with or without salt.

Although I'm not willing to put too much oil at this time, I can brush a layer of oil on the bottom of the pan and bake it on top like a biscuit, and the taste will be the same.

Sure enough, not long after, the sounds of adults laughing, cursing, and joking with neighbors could be heard from the middle courtyard. It was completely different from the past.

Maybe this is the Chinese New Year! Saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new always makes people happy.

Uncle Ma's two sons are also back. Aunt Ma and his eldest daughter-in-law are busy in the kitchen. The eldest son and Uncle Ma are playing chess. The younger son is pouring tea for the eldest brother and the others. They are talking about work issues this year.

From time to time, I have to answer questions about my mother’s urge to get married. At this time, Teacher Li from the Intermediate School took his eldest son and posted couplets to everyone door to door.