Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 29
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu, and the new year brings a new atmosphere.

The boys were told last night to get up early and put on their new clothes.

An Ran was picked up by her mother from the warm bed early in the morning, and she was given new clothes one by one.

"Our Fu Bao is so good, come and hold him."

Wang Yonglin held Fu Bao and walked to the main room as if to show off, to see how pretty his daughter was.

An Ran is the most eye-catching person in the family, with her colorful clothes, fleshy face, and big watery eyes. She laughs so much that she drools when she sees Mr. Wang.

She really couldn't control her drooling, and her teeth were missing, especially when she was smiling.

"Oh, my dear Fubao."

Although there is a faint smell of tobacco on Father Wang, she doesn't dislike him at all. Maybe if you like someone, you will accept a lot of things about him.

Fang Cuiying brushed the steamed rice paste on the couplets evenly and measuredly.

"A little this way, yes yes yes."

A prosperous couplet was posted on the door of the main room, which was very festive.

"We're going to pay grandma a New Year's greeting."

Bring sesame candies, this is something that Father Wang can't beat, and it's his wife's favorite.

Ancestor worship is something that every household has to do. On the first day of the new year, ancestors or deceased relatives are worshipped to tell them that the new year has begun.

The Wang family has the largest population in the village, and wherever they go there is a long procession, with Father Wang at the front and worshiping one by one.

The first thing Mr. Wang paid homage to was his own wife, and he cleaned up the weeds around the grave with a small hoe.

Several men arranged the sacrifices, lit incense and wax, and set off a firecracker.

Crackling is like telling the owner of the grave that someone has come to see her, and everyone will kneel down and pay respects.

An Ran was held by Father Wang. Father Wang spoke in a very gentle tone and told his wife that he had a granddaughter, how great it was, and that he was very satisfied with the group of carrots under his knees.

In the end, there was only one place of worship left, and you had to walk a long way to find it.

"Dad, this money paper can't be counted, look."

Wang Yongan took the fire folder and lit the scented wax. The candle was extinguished immediately, and even the money and paper could not be lit. It was really strange.

The grave they worshiped belonged to Father Wang's parents, so they were the ancestors of the carrot heads.

The old man said that if the incense wax could not be lit, the person who wanted to come might have arrived before the tomb owner, and he had to say hello before he could light the paper.

"Third uncle, you came to worship me too, earlier than us."

Father Wang looked down the slope, and saw dozens of people coming up from below with their sacrificial items. The leader was a middle-aged man with a dignified body and a dignified appearance.

The children and grandchildren of Wang Chang's family and Wang Changmei's family who came up were dozens of people, large and small.

The corners of Fang Cuiying's mouth were upset, if it wasn't for the paper money being unavailable, they would have left long ago.

She was dissatisfied that the gap between the two families was still the same as the last time they went to the funeral, especially the gorgeous woman in the back.

I got angry just thinking about it, and said she looked old and looked like a yellow-faced woman in her 40s, so fuck you.

It's really a narrow road to Yuanjia. The daughters-in-law of Mr. Wang's family leaned together, venting their anger through one nostril. How much wronged they suffered at their house last time, they will never want to step into the door of these two families again.

"You haven't paid your respects yet. Let's come together. Let's make an appointment and we'll come together."

The woman speaking was dressed in a jacket, neat and tidy, she looked very energetic, her eyes were slender and beautiful, and the corners of her mouth were always smiling when she spoke.

It was not easy for An Ran to see through the woman in front of him at a glance. Her eyes were round at the end, her mouth was small and tight, but her mouth shape was distinct, her outline clear, and her chin was pointed and fleshless.

This woman is quite shrewd in social situations. She will not offend anyone on the spot, and her social skills are not weak. If I guessed correctly, she should be a smiling tiger type of person.

An Ran looked at everyone who passed by her, and she had to say that the Wang family was really prosperous.

The middle-aged man in the lead looked young, but he had an aura about him, the aura of struggling in the officialdom.

Wang Changben, as the most authoritative veteran of the Wang family, ordered the officers of each family to monitor with a dragon head and a cane.

The two families who came up quickly surrounded the worship platform, and the weeds on both sides of the grave had already been removed by Father Wang's family.

"The grass stubble here is very prickly. If you kneel down, it will definitely pierce the flesh of your knees. Fourth uncle, you all brought small hoes. Please dig again and I will put the things away."

The woman said with a smile and took out the paper money she brought, as well as a big piece of fat meat and a few fruits.

The rest of the people were talking to each other with their own family members, ignoring Father Wang's family at all.

"Ouch! Stepped on my foot!"

Zhang Guihua let out a cry of pain, and a group of children jostling and jokingly rushed in front of her, but she was stepped on by that child.

She washed the shoes cleanly, they were her favorite pair of shoes.

Zhang Guihua pulled out the child who stepped on her based on her memory, and wanted him to apologize and say something that made her feel comfortable.

"Why are you pulling me! These are my new clothes!"

The speaking child's tone was a bit aggressive. He didn't like this group of poor ghosts. The last time he came to his house, it was like he hadn't eaten in 800 years.

"You stepped on my shoe!" It was the first time Zhang Guihua heard a child speak to her like this, and she became very angry.

"I didn't step on your shoes, are you blind?"

"What are you talking about? Why are you talking to your aunt? It's rude. This is the third daughter-in-law. The child said she didn't step on your shoes. The child won't lie. Don't be offended."

The woman who came forward to smooth things over was the daughter-in-law of Wang Yongzhi, the boss of Wang Chang's family, and she was eloquent.

A woman in the crowd pulls a seven or eight-year-old child to her side, and she will see that her child is stepping on it.

The mother and son tacitly understood each other and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Third uncle, you have already lighted it." Wang Yongzhi looked at the burning incense.

"It has been lit, but it has not been lit."

"Every year we come to worship first, maybe waiting for us, you see, this is not lit."

Fang Cuiying complained secretly in her heart, the two elders were still picking someone after they died, so they were waiting for promising ones.

There is simply no room for so many people in front of the small graveyard. Father Wang's family is almost squeezed in front of other people's graves, and they have to wait behind to worship.

Wang Changben was the first to pay New Year's greetings, and then he called Wang Yongzhi and Wang Yongzhou, and praised the two people's current prospects in front of the grave, completely forgetting that there is an older father Wang.

Father Wang's family knew very well that they looked down on them, and they didn't even plan to call them for this ancestor worship.

He and Wang Changben's family should be the ones who should come to worship the ancestors. The other two families are from distant families, just like the fourth sister's family can come or not.

Wang Changben valued Wang Changmei's talented son, a good handrail with official career.

The two families make friends with each other, move around each other, and use the connections of the two families. People like Mr. Wang are only there to help and have no use value.

"Wow! These shoes look great!"

Damn it!An Ran roared inwardly, her shoes!

An eight or nine-year-old girl is holding a small shoe with cute rabbits embroidered on it, especially the two ears that can stand up, which is very cute.

"What are you doing! Why don't you just take off Fubao's shoes!"

Uncle can bear it, but aunt can't bear it.

Fang Cuiying snatched the rabbit shoes, her Fubao was her treasure, her God of Wealth dared to take off her shoes, dragged them out and spanked her.

The little girl was frightened by Fang Cuiying's tone and burst into tears, attracting everyone's attention.

"Why are you beating my child! Does it hurt, Niuniu, let me see!"

The little girl cried even louder when she heard it, exclaiming that it hurts.

"Mom, I have a stomachache. You just stabbed me in the stomach."

An Ran was dumbfounded, this... such a small green tea whore, who did this little showman learn from.

(End of this chapter)