Rekindle 2003

Chapter 1123 This demon fox can win favor wherever he goes!
Su Daji, who guessed the truth, covered her upper lip with her lower lip and blew air towards her bangs.
"Have you put up the Spring Festival couplets? Hey, Qianying, where are the window decorations you cut?"

The other girls understood after hearing this and left the space for repentance to the head of the family and the eldest wife.

With the departure of several women, Qing Yun and Qin Manyan were the only ones left in the yard.

The empress sat on the bench leisurely with her hands behind her back, looking at her stinky brother who was silently cleaning the stone mortar and preparing to make glutinous rice cakes.

Dozens of minutes passed and no one paid any attention to anyone else.

However, there was a barely perceptible smile in Qin Manyan's eyes, as if she was enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

Ha ha!

Playing the Cold War?
She wanted to ask someone to bring some melon seeds and peanuts.

Emperor Yun, who had been tricked by her, was very depressed at the moment.

It was supposed to be a fun thing between husband and wife, but it ended up being blown out of proportion to this extent. It's totally unfunny!
Don't talk about martial arts!

But after being depressed for a while, he finally came to terms with it.

She had indeed suppressed Qin Manyan too harshly before. Now that the situation has stabilized, she also needs to establish her authority as the eldest wife, otherwise she will not be able to suppress Su Caiwei and others in the future.

Therefore, it is reasonable to take the opportunity to violate martial ethics.

With a shy look at Qin Manyan, Emperor Yun, who was smearing oil on the stone mortar, said softly,

"It's not private money. How could I hide such a large amount of private money? I just want to save some taxes."

This matter can only be resolved in this way.

Qin Manyan rolled her eyes upon hearing this, snorted in her heart, but said,

"I understand, brother, how can a man go out without some money in his pocket?

Don't worry, I'm not that unreasonable."

Her words were full of understanding and tolerance, but combined with her sarcastic tone, it was clearly an irony.

Qing Yun looked at her helplessly, not knowing whether to continue talking nonsense.

I admit defeat today.

Stand at attention when being beaten.

Seeing the meaning in his eyes, Qin Manyan decided to stop while she was ahead and said with a smile,

"It makes sense, but glutinous rice cakes still need to be beaten. This is a tradition and a rule."

Qing Yun rolled her eyes at her, took out the steamer from the stove, gathered the hot glutinous rice into a ball, put it into the stone mortar and started pounding it.

Seeing that the bad guy finally stopped arguing and honestly started to prepare glutinous rice cakes, she stood up, patted his shoulder, and said softly,
"Okay, take your time, I'll go clean the room."

What greeted her was the ghost face of Emperor Yun.

Qin Manyan smiled and kissed him on the corner of his lips, then turned and went upstairs, leaving Qingyun alone in the yard.

Qing Yun shrugged his shoulders, took a deep breath, and started making glutinous rice cakes in the traditional way.

I don’t know who did this, but the sledgehammer is actually made of stone!
Emperor Yun was too lazy to guess. It must be that stinky bitch Qin Manyan, who just wanted to look good and had no life experience at all.

Not all wooden sledgehammers can be used the same!
Qin Manyan, who was upstairs, stood in the room, looking at his busy figure through the window, then glanced at the progress of the other sisters pasting couplets and window decorations, holding a teacup with a smile.

Private money?
She actually doesn't care at all.

She knew about the private money from her father, so there was no point in saying more.

It's not necessary either.

The amount of money that Chou Gege has is completely beyond the concept of traditional private money.

From her father's actions, she understood that for this class, this kind of money is sometimes a kind of guarantee, a force that can turn the situation around or even save lives at a critical moment.

She understood that if the money in Qingyun's hands was used properly, it would become a huge asset for their family.

So she didn't intend to investigate further at the beginning, and just joined in the fun with those little bitches.

However, you always have to pretend.

And it must be done.

Otherwise, I don’t know what he would do to me tonight.

……

At noon, the "few bites" at Seventh Uncle's house were too much, and Qin Manyan and others said they were cleaning, but in fact there was nothing to clean.

Uncle Seventh had ordered people to clean the place very thoroughly before. All they had to do was to spread out the sheets and quilts they brought and put their personal belongings in order.

They won't be living here for long in the next few years, so it's better for them to bring these things with them every time they come, otherwise they will get moldy if left for a long time.

It is not difficult to paste couplets and window decorations. All these things were prepared before they came back, and they were all made by themselves.

Qingyun's calligraphy is beautiful, Tang Qianying's painting is beautiful, and Qin Manyan has dexterous hands.

Teacher Xiao Su and Zhang Xiaoli are two fairies who are very good at providing emotional value.

As for Sister Xiaoya, she said that instead of doing these things...it would be better to kill her.

Qin Manyan stood in front of her door, directing Su Caiwei and Zhang Li to carefully post the couplets she had prepared.

It's not that she's showing off her power, it's mainly because they didn't do anything in the early stages and now is the time for them to contribute.

Besides, Su Daji and Zhang Xiaoli are about the same height, one is 172cm and the other is 170cm, which is a good match.

Unlike the Empress and Teacher Xiao Su who like flat heels, Zhang Xiaoli has always liked to wear higher heels, which can highlight her greatest advantage.

Now the two of them are standing on the bench at the same height, which is just right.

The couplet on Qin Manyan's door was chosen by her herself and written by Qingyun.

The first line reads "The Year of the Monkey praises the New Year, and the golden bowl will be forever solid", and the second line reads "The festival sings the prosperous times, and the jade sky is evergreen", which obviously is the flavor of a lady.

After pasting it, Qin Manyan took a step back and admired her work with a graceful look on her face.

The other girls all had expressions of disgust on their faces.

It’s so...peaceful and harmonious!

But Qin Manyan herself felt that it was at least better than the one in front of Su Daji's door: "As time goes by, people get older; monkeys offer peaches and deer offer ganoderma"!
My own is the most serious!

What about peaches and zhi? Are you sure they are authentic?
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a description of certain actions!
And the same goes for those little bitches!
At the door of Lady Qianying: The divine sheep brings good luck in the Year of the Sheep, and the golden monkey raises a stick to bring prosperity in the Year of the Monkey.

Zhang Xiaoli: The chirping of birds fills the flowers and fruits, and the crying of monkeys casts a shadow on the water curtain.

Chen Yue: Hold the brush tightly to record the history, and wave the monkey stick to open up the journey.

Only they can't understand these couplets, or they pretend not to understand them. It's all because of their brother's bad taste.

Only Sister Xiaoya's "The sheep goes and the monkey comes, a victorious year, the birds sing and the swallows dance, a year of soaring" is a little more serious, without any vulgar descriptions, just descriptions of dancing.

But having said that, this Sister Xiaoya is also a frivolous old fox!
She blushed when she saw those dances.

After pasting the window paper-cuts, the bored girls sat together and played mahjong.

At this time, Qin Manyan and Su Caiwei were ordered to buy horses.

Playing mahjong with two evil-minded women who studied mathematics and were quite accomplished in mathematics was not fun at all, and I still couldn't get over the RMB.

As for cooking…

Shouldn't that bitch downstairs do it?

After all, this is Western Shu.

During festivals, women who go into the kitchen to cook will be beaten.

Xiao Ya and Zhang Li, who were originally a little nervous, were planning to go down and help.

But after being popularized by Qin Manyan's four daughters, the two girls took a deep breath and said that this fine tradition must be preserved!
As night fell, the lights in Qingjia Village were bright. Qing Yun looked at the glutinous rice cake rake in his hand that could be used to draw rice with satisfaction and nodded.

Listening to the sound of mahjong coming from upstairs, Yun Di put the beaten glutinous rice cakes into the steamer next to him. With a constipated look on his face, he rubbed his old waist, put on an apron with a sense of discomfort, and walked to the stove in the kitchen to prepare to continue fighting.

Then don't blame him!
I am the boss of my kitchen!
If I don’t have a calorie bomb today, I’d be letting down the spatula in my hand!
……

The next day is Little New Year.

According to the custom of Qingjia Village, the custom of this day is to visit the graves and worship the ancestors.

This rule varies from place to place in different parts of the country, some are before the Little Year, and some are after the Little Year.

Early in the morning, Qing Yun took Qin Manyan, Su Caiwei, Tang Qianying, Chen Yue, Zhang Li, and Xiao Ya and set foot on the path leading to the cemetery.

Against the backdrop of the cloudy day, the bamboo forest appears particularly deep and the rustling of bamboo leaves in the breeze adds a touch of chilliness.

Qing Yun walked in front, his eyes were firm but there were mixed emotions in his heart.

He knew that his grandparents were buried here, although their figures had never appeared in his memory.

This was Tang Qianying's fourth time in this deep bamboo forest, and Qin Manyan's second time. Her steps were more relaxed than the first time. Sister Xiaoya naturally had no taboos.

But Su Caiwei, Zhang Li and Chen Yue couldn't help feeling a little scared when they saw the dense forest. After all, this was their first time in such a place.

Unlike the Martyrs' Cemetery, here... the bamboo forest always reminds them of horror movies, and they feel a little cold in their backs.

But when they passed by the tombs of the martyrs and saw the family heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country, the fear in their hearts was replaced by an inexplicable warmth.

Unlike usual, Qing Yun did not walk directly to his grandfather's tombstone, but stopped in front of the joint tomb of his biological grandparents.

There is a monument, but no name.

Moreover, this namelessness can almost be determined to be forever.

Because twenty years later, he had never heard of any incident of bringing back ashes in Qingjia Village.

There is no way, the probability of leaving no body behind is too high.

The people of Qingjia Village were in the 63th Division of the 189rd Army when they first started filming in Goryeo.

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The company where his grandfathers served was the vanguard in the Iron Triangle sniper battle.

They were fighting a battle for the survival of the Volunteer Army. If they failed, we cannot say for sure that the Volunteer Army would be completely wiped out, but we can say that the entire Goryeo battlefield would face a life-and-death moment.

The 1.4th Division, composed of 189 Sichuan troops, was the division-level unit with the highest casualties in that battle.

The opponent was 180 elite troops led by Van Fleet, equipped with more than 1300 tanks, 4.7 artillery pieces, and hundreds of aircraft.

The 189th Division had been fighting continuously for more than a month, and the remaining 9400 people in the division had been hungry for several days and had nothing to eat. It could be said that they were suffering from hunger and cold.

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The 189th Division established more than 20 simple positions on a battlefield 25 kilometers deep and 200 kilometers wide, like flowers scattering from the sky, and most of the positions had only 30 people.

The first position was torn apart in less than ten minutes, and no soldiers on it survived.

The soldiers on the rear positions witnessed all of this. They watched their comrades die in tears, unable to rescue them, and they knew they would be the next to die.

It's just death. You play with my equipment and I play with my life. Just like the sniper battle in Teng County with the flag of death hanging, the spirit of the Sichuan Army is immortal.

After that, bad news came every few dozen minutes: the No. 2 position was lost and all the comrades were killed in battle.

Position No. 3 was lost and no one survived.

Position No. 4, Position No. 5, Position No. 30, Position No. 50.

In just one night, Van Fleet fired 189 artillery shells at the 44000th Division's positions, amounting to nearly 5000 tons of ammunition, and 707 fighter planes bombed countless amounts of ammunition.

The 189 soldiers of the 9400th Division, who could not even get enough food, used their flesh and blood to hold the enemy tightly.

In the Iron Triangle sniper battle, Cai Changyuan, who used his flesh and blood to resist the steel torrent for three days without any fire support, became famous for his nail tactics.

Of the 9400 men in the 189th Division who participated in the battle, only 700 survived the war, with a death rate of over 92%. With the amount of ammunition Van Fleet provided, most of the martyrs were left with not even a trace of their bones.

The casualties were tragic, but it also proved why the Chinese army was the "king of light infantry."

But after this battle, Army Commander Fu Chongbi and Division Commander Cai Changyuan dared not return to their hometown in Western Shu until their death.

At this time, Qingyun lit the incense and candles, inserted three incense sticks, knelt down and kowtowed four times.

Seeing this, Qin Manyan and several other women also stepped forward and worshiped devoutly according to the rules.

The smiles of the past were gone from their faces, replaced by a deep respect.

They know that behind these tombstones are the glory and sacrifice of Qingjia Village.

Tang Qianying placed a bouquet of wild flowers in front of each tombstone. Her movements were gentle and solemn. Each bouquet of flowers represented her respect and remembrance for these heroes.

After the worship, Su Caiwei stood quietly aside, her eyes looking through the layers of bamboo leaves, as if looking for something.

Qingyun went over and hugged her slender waist, whispering in her ear, "Go find it if you want."

Teacher Xiao Su leaned in his arms, raised her head after a while, her eyes full of smiles, "You are my family."

In this kind of ancestor worship environment, as an orphan, she did feel a little sad when she thought about her life experience.

However, after so many years, I have long been accustomed to this bitterness.

Especially after being with the little man, the feeling of being abandoned became less and less, and at this moment, she gradually integrated into a big family.

This is different from the Su family.

In her heart, the little man is her only relative in this world at this moment.

As for the silence just now...

Su Daji said that after returning home, she was very unhappy with the appearance of Qin Manyan, the eldest wife.

When you are in the Crystal Palace, you have to know how to control things, and control them ruthlessly.

As she expected, the little man gave her a deep kiss on the forehead after hearing what she said. The doting look in his eyes made her feel warm inside.

Qin Manyan on the other side rolled her eyes when she saw this.

Damn it, this evil fox can win favor wherever he goes!
After the worship, everyone slowly left the bamboo forest. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the forest and gradually faded away.

Qingyun felt an unprecedented calmness.

He knew that no matter what happened in the past, he had the responsibility and obligation to protect this family and to protect the family's glory and memory.

After visiting the graves, it is time to worship the ancestors.

The custom in Qingjia Village is that all villagers worship their ancestors in the ancestral hall.

Of course, for young people, this is the time to have a meal in front of the ancestral hall.

In front of the ancestral hall, the men in the village have already started to get busy, preparing things for the buffet, and they are all carrying tables, chairs, benches, bowls, chopsticks, and cups along the way.

The six girls watched all this, their eyes full of curiosity.

Qin Manyan stood beside Qingyun and said softly, "Brother, this buffet is really eye-opening." There was a hint of curiosity and excitement in her voice.

Qing Yun responded with a nostalgic smile, "Yes, this is the tradition of our Qingjia Village.
At this time of year every year, the men in the village gather here to prepare a sumptuous village feast.

From now on, there will be one every year.”

……

As a male in Qingjia Village, Qing Yun naturally had to participate in the preparations for the village banquet.

He told the girls to eat by themselves at noon, and to calculate the time and bring tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks to the ancestral hall in the afternoon, and he himself rushed there early.

Seeing Qingyun going alone to prepare for the village banquet, the six girls were still a little nervous.

Logically, shouldn't they go and help?

In the end, it was Yang Bingnan who cleared up their confusion. In most areas of Western Shu, men were the main force in village banquets.

After hearing this, the six girls went back to their rooms to take a nap with peace of mind. They were basically at their age when they were the sleepiest, and after a year of hard work, the New Year period was a good time for them to take a break.

Xiao Ya, who was past the age of being lazy, had been tossed around all night last night and needed to catch up on her sleep.

Although Emperor Yun was very tired from making glutinous rice cakes last night, he could stay still, and he was paired with Su Daji, who loved to show off. It was just that Sister Xiaoya suffered.

As for lunch?
The six girls said that last night's carbohydrate bomb mainly composed of glutinous rice was too unethical, and tonight's village banquet would definitely be full of fish and meat, so they might as well do a light fast at noon.

Winter is a season for hibernation, and in Qingjia Village in winter, although the sun is out, it cannot stop the invasion of cold wind.

When Xiao Ya woke up in the warm bed, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Stepping out of the room, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, feeling a little amused that she was the first one to wake up among the six girls.

I woke up the other girls one by one, and when they finished dressing up and walked out of the house, the sunset was already on the mountainside.

In front of the ancestral hall, the men in the village had already been busy, and all the work was proceeding in an orderly manner.

With the greeting from the seventh uncle, the arrival of the sixth girl immediately attracted the attention of everyone at the village banquet.

Their arrival undoubtedly added a bit of novelty to this busy scene and attracted a lot of attention.

There's no way around it. Everyone loves beauty, and the women in Yun Wazi's family are all stunningly beautiful, so naturally they attract a lot of attention.

However, the ones who were more surprised were Qin Manyan and the others.

In front of the ancestral hall, the busy figures of the men and the cold winter wind interweave into a vivid picture.

This was a scene they had never seen before.

As the afterglow of the setting sun shone in front of the ancestral hall of Qingjia Village, round tables were spread out on the open space, and on each table was a set of bowls and chopsticks, neatly arranged.

The men in the village were walking around, some carrying benches on their shoulders, some carrying pots and pans, busy but not chaotic.

The children were chasing and playing around the table, and were often gently stopped by their elders, asking them not to knock over the laid out dishes.

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(End of this chapter)