My village can't be like this

Chapter 142

The next day, New Year's Day.

When Zhang An woke up, he found that it was getting late, and the village was very lively now.

He accidentally played in the space for a long time last night, so he got up late today.

On the first day of the new year there was a taboo of waking up people, so Wang Fang didn't wake Zhang An up either.

When I woke up, I found that the drying yard was full of people.

Just after washing his face, Li Yao came to pay New Year's greetings.

"Godfather, happy new year."

After entering the door, they knelt down and kowtowed several times in front of Zhang An and Zhang An's parents.

Zhang An quickly pulled him up, and stuffed the red envelope he had prepared into his pocket.

"I've already told you, you don't need to kowtow, your godfather is still young, you save it first and then kowtow together when I get old, that's when I'm considered filial piety."

"Puff~, I can still save this head and kowtow together in the future, hahaha."

Zhang An's words made Li Hongbin and Zhou Lan beside him amused.

Then Li Hongbin suggested to go to the drying ground in the village, there are quite a lot of people now.

Zhang An originally thought that he was fine anyway, so he went for a stroll.

But one after another, the younger generations at the door came to pay New Year's greetings.

"Well, you probably won't be able to leave here, and I won't call you anymore, you should be busy first."

Seeing so many people from Zhang An's family came, Li Hongbin's family also knew that Zhang An's family had many relatives, so they left first.

In the beginning, most of the cousins ​​from the second and fourth grandfather's family came to pay New Year's greetings to Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang.

But there were more people who came later, and most of them were relatives from the same family who were already far away.

I didn't see them coming in previous years, but this year I thought of coming to Zhang An's parents to pay New Year's greetings.

In Zhang An's two lifetimes, this was the year in which relatives visited the house the most.

It can be said that if you are poor, no one asks you in the downtown area, but if you are rich, you have distant relatives in the mountains.

But when someone came to the door, a person who was celebrating the New Year couldn't say anything.

Later, Zhang An was not idle, and he still wanted to pay New Year's greetings to the second and fourth grandpas.

It took one morning to finish these relative visits.

After Zhang An finished his lunch, he went to the drying yard for a stroll. There were not many New Year gatherings in the village.

This will make the drying yard full of stalls selling things and shouting everywhere.

Usually they sell snacks and experience, so today the ladies in the village will not miss this opportunity.

As soon as you enter the drying yard, there are stalls selling food.

There is a strong fragrance everywhere on the drying ground, and some sell potatoes and ham sausages.

Some people sell fried pancakes and braised glutinous rice noodles.

As long as it is a snack that has been eaten in the village, there are people setting up stalls to sell it at the moment.

Going further back, I found some stalls selling small toys.

You can see a group of dolls surrounding these stalls, handing out their lucky money to go shopping.

Zhang An walked a few steps inside and found two big speakers in front of him.

Good guy, who brought this thing here, there is no such thing in the village.

I'm afraid it wasn't rented by the village. The old man is a bit grand this year.

No wonder I heard this music before I arrived.

But now the stereo is not turned on, and some villagers in the village are playing the lusheng and suona.

Accompanied by the music they played, young and energetic girls began to dance on the stage.

These people are all Miao villagers in Changqing Village, and those girls are now wearing their own ethnic vomit Gagixi.

It means the most gorgeous and solemn clothes in their Miao clothes.

People at this time, although living conditions are poor.

But in their Miao family, they have to prepare gorgeous clothes for every girl.

When getting married, this dress is to be taken to the husband's house.

If a Miao girl does not have decent clothes when she gets married, she will be looked down upon by outsiders.

And these clothes, starting from stitches and stitches, are all made by themselves.

There are also those silver ornaments, which are shining silver when worn.

Zhang An never asked whether this thing was really made of silver.

It's not fun to ask, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of the door.

Now this is a serious Miao girl dance, not in the tourist attractions of later generations.

When I went there, all I saw were aunts and old ladies in their 50s and [-]s dancing.

Now the ones on it are all young girls with pale faces.

On their delicate and bright youthful faces, accompanied by smart and coordinated movements, they make some clever expressions, full of youthful breath.

Zhang An just wants to say, it's very beautiful, then play music and dance, dance for a while, I love to watch.

When the Miao dance was over, they went back to the side to rest.

The Buyi girls here began to show everyone their own national characteristics.

And those Lao Ga next to them knew that the program was changed, so they changed from Lusheng to Suona.

The Buyi nationality is also a very distinctive nation, and their dances are also very beautiful.

Although compared with the Miao people, they are not so gorgeous and eye-catching.

Zhang An found a high place to sit, quite as if he had nothing to do today and listened to the music.

These villagers in the village came to dance, and no one organized it, or gave any rewards.

The old uncle just said something during the meeting before, and they wrote it down.

When I was in the first year of junior high school, I saw that the weather on the drying ground was good.

One by one, after eating in the morning, they changed their clothes and came to the drying ground to gather.

They are all happy to show their dances to everyone, but unlike the later generations, the village not only requires money to go, but they will not agree if there is less.

Zhang An has no objection to giving money.

But what the hell are those in the later generations, they are all 50-[-]-year-old ladies.

Now it gave Zhang An a feeling that the Miao villagers and Buyi villagers in the village were fighting and dancing.

No one is convinced. After you dance, I will dance.

Only Zhang An and his Han people have no characteristics at all.

They would just stand by and watch, then applaud others, and it would be embarrassing to speak out.

The people who come to the drying yard this year are not only from the village.

Some villagers from nearby villages also came here to watch the fun.

In the past, such gatherings were only held in the town.

But because the town is far away, only a few people are willing to go.

But this year was different, there was a big rally suddenly in Changqing Village.

Those men, women and children who stay at home are willing to come and play.

Because it is relatively close, it is a one-two-ten-minute walk at most.

Those who are willing to spend money can also take a carriage.

When the girls on the drying yard finish dancing, they will definitely have to take a break.

When they were resting, Zhang An helped carry a bucket of tea over there.

"Anzi, look at us girls, are you satisfied, why don't you choose one and marry them back home."

A lady from a village saw Zhang An helping to carry water.

He started joking with Zhang An, and when the other aunts heard it, they also agreed.

"Ma'am, come on, it's not your daughter, you are willing to open your mouth, but others are reluctant."

Zhang An has long since ceased to be a melon egg, and he has long taken this kind of joke casually.

"Hey, Zhang An, our family is willing, look at how my Xiaohui is doing."

Next to her was a woman about the same age as Zhang An's mother, who was doing a haircut for a young girl.

Hearing that everyone was making jokes about Zhang An, they also came over to join in the conversation.

Made their daughter bury her head and hug her directly.

"Oh, ma'am, I'm a stupid person, I can't sing folk songs, I can't drink wine, how dare I have such thoughts."

The old women in the mountains are not vegetarians, just kidding.

Although Zhang An was not afraid, the group of young girls next to him were extremely shy.

Zhang An looked at them, they were still young after all.

Then I don't know who it is, taking advantage of this gap.

He roared in the crowd and sang a folk song.

Good guy, this can be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest.

Those women and ladies are not vegetarians, they are masters with profound skills.

They heard someone start singing a folk song, and when that person finished singing, they immediately followed up.

This folk song singing is a skill that local men, women and children have. Even Zhang An can say a few words, but not many.

So at the beginning, the people behind were not far behind, and began to show their singing voices one by one.

This is no longer the participation of people from a village in Changqing, and even the people who came to play nearby also sang with two voices.

Singing and singing, it began to evolve into a folk song about facing each other.

Surrounded the dancing stage just now.

Seeing that the posture was not good, Zhang An quickly withdrew from the crowd.

Otherwise, someone will pull him to sing later, Zhang An's skill should not be shown in front of everyone.

It was extremely difficult to get out of the crowd and go to other places.

Zhang An seemed to have spotted Huang Ming not far ahead.

Walk over to see, good guy, this person is actually setting up a stall to do business.

This is a shelf made of several boards, with more than a dozen rows of ropes tied to it, and then the blown balloons are placed on it for others to shoot with guns.

"You bastard, why would you want to engage in this thing?"

Zhang An walked to Huang Ming's side. He was giving money to a doll.

"Brother An Zi, you're here. I didn't see many people doing this in the town. Today we have so many people here, so I bought some balloons and a few toy guns to try."

Indeed, the cost of the business was the cost of a few toy guns, and money for some balloons.

This guy is quite business-minded. Seeing how many people there are, he already thought of a way to make money.

"Brother, do you want to play?"

As Huang Mian said, he handed Zhang An a gun.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in this."

Zhang An stood and looked at it for a while. The balloon-playing stall run by Huang Ming was really doing a good job, surrounded by a bunch of people.

What he was doing was five bullets for a dime, and those kids came up one by one to pay.

There are people from four or five years old to teenagers, and occasionally a few children are particularly accurate.

But even so, Huang Ming would definitely be able to make money.

Most of the dolls come to play, that is, to play with guns.

Now a gun sells for a lot of money, and the adults in their family are not willing to buy it for them.

So now you can play for only one or two cents, and everyone is very happy.

It doesn't matter whether you hit it or not, the important thing is to touch Huang Ming's assault toy gun.

After shopping around, Zhang An thought about going home.

When he walked to the entrance of the drying yard, Zhang An saw Little Yanzi standing there, staring at the ham sausage seller.

"swallow."

Hearing Zhang An's shout, Little Swallow ran over.

"Brother." The little girl called out crisply.

"I want to eat ham sausage, why don't I buy it?"

When Zhang An saw Little Swallow staring at other children buying ham sausage, Zhang An knew that this little girl must also want to eat it.

"My mother took away all my New Year's money."

The little girl said aggrievedly, Zhang An shook his head when he heard this.

My third aunt is good at everything, but she is too tight on money.

Zhang An gave a lot of New Year's money last night, 50 yuan per person.

Unexpectedly, all of them were collected, and none of the money was left to the younger ones.

"Go, brother will buy it for you."

Zhang An took the little girl to the front stall and bought her some ham sausages.

Eat one and play with two.

Fifty cents for a ham sausage is already considered very expensive in the village.

Many dolls are reluctant to buy them, so they are only willing to buy yams that cost a dime.

Even children who are willing to buy are reluctant to eat big mouthfuls.

The few children who had made Little Yanzi envious just now watched Little Yanzi take so much.

I found that there was only a small half of the ham sausage left in my hand, and it suddenly didn't taste good.

"Swallow, do you want to make money to buy food by yourself?"

Hearing what Zhang An said, the little girl nodded vigorously.

"Go, brother will take you to make money."

Zhang An returned home with Little Swallow, took out a bag, and put a few catties of five-spice melon seeds cooked by himself.

After finding a small teacup for worshiping the gods, and holding a stool, the brother and sister came to the drying yard.

"Swallow, if someone comes to buy it, you can sell it to others. It costs ten cents a glass, do you hear me?"

While Zhang An was talking to Zhang Yan, he also filled a cup for her to see.

"I see, brother."

Then Zhang An watched the little girl selling melon seeds on the stone next to her.

Soon, people came to buy it, and at first they were people they knew in the village.

So the little girl is not afraid of life, if someone wants a few cents, she will give them a few cups.

Now that she is in the first grade, she can master basic addition and subtraction.

Later, more people came to buy, some of them were not from the village.

At the beginning, it was some little dolls, and the little girls didn't know anyone, so they were still a little nervous.

But still quickly collected the money, and then filled others with melon seeds.

Many adults nearby saw this little girl selling melon seeds and came over to buy some with a smile.

The little girl had never seen such a situation, so she could only look back at Zhang An.

Zhang An wanted to cultivate her independence, that's why she was asked to sell melon seeds.

Seeing the little girl looking at him, he encouraged her to continue.

Maybe it was because Zhang An was behind her, so although the little girl was a little scared, she continued to sell melon seeds to others.

There are a lot of people here today, even adults who are standing and playing, want to buy melon seeds and eat them to waste time.

Because she was the only one selling melon seeds in the drying yard, the little girl's business was very good.

What's more, Zhang An's family has boiled five-spice melon seeds. Many people buy it for the first time, and come to buy it for the second time after eating it.

The little girl became more and more familiar, and finally she was not afraid of people, and she was still yelling, "Sell spiced melon seeds."

Zhang An was very satisfied with her performance.

Soon, after more than two hours of selling, the five catties of fragrant melon seeds brought by Zhang An were all sold out.

The little girl followed Zhang An back home with her schoolbag on her back.

Excitedly poured out the money in the schoolbag and counted it, most of them were in denominations of ten and twenty cents.

There are also fifty cents and one yuan, and there will be nothing more.

Thinking about it, those adults don't need to take five or ten yuan to embarrass children, that would be unreasonable.

In the end, the little girl counted the money clearly, and it turned out to be more than ten yuan.

No wonder Zhang Xinmin's family often sells melon seeds in this way, which is too profitable.

After Zhang An sorted out the money, he handed it to the little girl as a reward for her hard work today.

"Here, Yanzi, you got the money from selling melon seeds, so it's all yours."

The little girl was taken aback when Zhang An said that the money belonged to her.

She knew that her little An brother would give her money, but she never expected to give her all of them.

The main reason is that there is too much money here, the little girl has never taken such a thick stack of money.

Then the little girl waved her hand, took out a handful of money and handed it to Zhang An.

"Brother An, here's the money for you."

"Oh? Why do you want to give it to me? I'm an adult, so I don't need to give money."

"Yeah, my brother used to give me money, but now that I have money, I want to give it to my brother."

Zhang An was amused by the little girl's actions, but it could be seen that her younger sister had a good personality.

Such a cute little sister, who wouldn't like it, Zhang An has always been so kind to her.

Since it was pocket money from his lovely sister, Zhang An naturally accepted it.

After the little girl counted the money several times at home, she still had a bright smile on her face.

Then he took a dollar and handed the rest to Zhang An.

"Brother An, can you keep it for me?"

"Why should I take it to my brother for safekeeping? Just take it home." Zhang An didn't quite understand the little girl's behavior.

"But if I bring it home, my mother will confiscate it all, and won't give me a dime."

Speaking of this, the little girl looked lonely.

Usually Zhang An would give them pocket money, but most of them were taken by Zhang An's third aunt.

So now that she got so much money, she really didn't want to take it home, and it was confiscated by her mother.

So she thought of it and handed over the money to Zhang An for her to keep.

This little girl is pretty smart, she knows how to transfer assets.

"Okay, just leave it here with my brother. When you need money to buy something, come to me to get it."

Zhang An solemnly assured Little Yanzi that after all, this was the trust of a six or seven-year-old child, and Zhang An would definitely not let it down.

(End of this chapter)