cannon fodder love

Chapter 158 The Dream of Dwelling 20
An Yanbing, who was still sleeping, was awakened by a burst of intense gunfire.

She opened her eyes and looked excitedly at the new clothes beside the bed. What made her happiest today was that she had her own new clothes, and she no longer needed to wear the old clothes her mother had changed.

She put on her new clothes with joy and walked out of the room.

The cannons were set off by my father, and the countryside is particular about it. The earlier the cannons are set off, the louder the sound will be, and the life will be better in the new year, so my father got up and set off the cannons before dawn.

An Yanbing looked at the time, it was five o'clock in the morning, and her mother had already cooked the dumplings, waiting for a few people to eat them.

Before eating dumplings, pay New Year's greetings. The father values ​​these things very much, so the children always kowtow to pay New Year's greetings.

When her sister gave her parents New Year's greetings, An Yanbing, although she was unwilling, stepped forward and followed her sister's example to kowtow to her parents.

Standing up, the parents each gave two yuan lucky money, which was not too little at the time.

After the New Year's greetings, we eat dumplings. After eating dumplings, the mother takes out candies and distributes them to the children.

There is a famous scenic spot on the street, which charges a fee on weekdays, and is only open on the first day of the new year.

After eating dumplings, the mother took a few children to visit the scenic spot.

Regarding the scenic spot, the original owner didn't leave much memory, so today is An Yanbing's first visit to the scenic spot.

A few people came to the scenic spot. There are many people here today, and the scenery of this scenic spot is also very beautiful.

The most eye-catching are the main halls. Not only are there magnificent Buddha statues inside, but there is also a merit box at the entrance of the main halls, and cloth mats for people to worship.

As they walked and watched, An Yanbing also saw a few Taoist priests constantly appearing in the crowd, but An Yanbing didn't know whether these Taoist priests were real or not.

There are some precious stone tablets in a hall, and each stone tablet is engraved with words, telling the stories of some famous people.

These steles were left by the predecessors, so they are very precious and can be regarded as cultural relics.

Some stone tablets were still locked with chains. I heard that some of these stone tablets could run away. An Yanbing didn't know if it was true or not, but there was a stone tablet in the courtyard opposite the elementary school. I don't know how it got there.

There is also a tall tower in the scenic area, which was built in the last one or two years.

A few people came to the tower, and there were still some famous people's stories recorded on it. An Yanbing walked over to have a look, but she was not very interested, so she walked away.

Several people continued to walk in the scenic area. Although it was winter, the green area was still green, especially a thousand-year-old cypress tree, where many people knelt down and worshiped.

Several people walked over, and the mother also knelt down, and the elder sister and younger siblings also knelt down and kowtowed reverently.

Only An Yanbing stood there, watching with cold eyes.

"Little baby, they all worship me, why don't you?" An old man with a white beard sat on a tree, looking at An Yanbing with burning eyes.

"You just lived a few years longer than others, so what is there to worship." An Yanbing sneered.

"I didn't expect you to see me, it's fun." The white-bearded old man jumped off the tree, walked around An Yanbing, and suddenly said in surprise: "So you are not from here, tell me where you are from?"

"I'm from 50 years later, what's the matter?" An Yanbing rolled her eyes.

"Hehe, it's interesting, you little doll is so interesting." The old man with the white beard laughed.

"You're over 1000 years old, and you haven't cultivated well yet. Do you want to be a ghost forever?" An Yanbing laughed, seeing that the old man's cultivation was not high.

"I don't have a method of cultivation, I rely on my own comprehension, little girl, do you understand?" The old man asked back, it turned out that many of them depended on chance, and the spirits without chance made progress in cultivation very slowly.

"I don't understand, but my little brother does. Let me ask for you." An Yanbing said sympathetically.

"Zhiyue, look around and see if there is one suitable for him to practice." An Yanbing called out Zhiyue and asked.

Zhiyue walked around the old tree, then looked at the old man with white beard and said, "Yes, sister, do we really help him?"

"Well, he is quite pitiful, let's help him." An Yanbing was filled with love.

"Okay, come here." Zhiyue waved to the old man with white beard, but unexpectedly the old man hesitated.

"Sister, look, it's not that I don't want to help him, it's that he gave up on his own." Zhiyue stopped on An Yanbing's shoulder.

"If you don't want to, forget it." An Yanbing turned to leave.

"Little girl, don't leave, give me a way." The strange old man walked up to An Yanbing and held out his hand.

"Zhiyue, give it to him." An Yanbing ordered.

"Okay, sister." Zhiyue looked around, took a fallen leaf, poured the cultivation method into it, and handed it to the old man.

The white-bearded old man looked at it with surprise on his face.

"I helped you, how do you thank me?" An Yanbing asked with a smile, she didn't want to help people for nothing.

"This is for you." The old man thought for a while, and waved to the tree, and a white dress appeared in his hand.

"What is this?" An Yanbing took the clothes, but she didn't know what it was for.

"This is an invisibility cloak, it is my treasure." The old man said with some reluctance.

"Ah, the invisibility cloak, good thing, I accept it." An Yan put it into the space with a smile.

"Little girl, do you have any wine?" The old man said suddenly.

"Don't you know how to buy it yourself?" An Yanbing said disdainfully, curling her lips.

"I can't get out of this courtyard. It's been hundreds of years, and I've almost forgotten the taste of wine." The old man said sadly.

"I don't have it now. I'll bring it to you another day. I should go." Seeing her mother standing up, An Yanbing said hastily.

"Little girl, don't forget your promise." After finishing speaking, the old man hid himself in the tree.

A few people continued to stroll, and every time they reached the incense burner, the mother would light incense and send paper money, and the children stood aside and watched.

After shopping for a full two hours, a few people walked out of the scenic spot.

Because it was the first day of the new year, there were a lot of people setting up stalls on the street. An Yanbing looked around and saw that there were more people than usual.

There are all kinds of cannons and children's toys. The younger brother saw toys for the first time. He walked to a booth and looked at them without blinking.

"Little friend, do you want to buy a gun?" The stall owner was a man. Seeing his younger brother's expression, he smiled and picked up a gun as a demonstration.

"Mom, I want to buy this gun." The younger brother tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes, and pointed at the gun in the man's hand excitedly.

"Boss, how do you sell this gun?" Mother asked.

"This is five yuan," the man said with a smile.

"Five yuan? It's too expensive, Zihao, we'll buy it another day." Five yuan was a lot at the time, so my mother naturally didn't want to spend it.

"I want this gun..." The younger brother stared at him eagerly, not wanting to leave.

"Mom, I happen to have five yuan on me. I'll buy a gun for Zihao." An Yanbing took out a five-yuan note from her pocket and handed it to the man.

"Little friend, take the gun." The man handed the gun to his brother.

The younger brother happily held the gun and played while walking.

"Yan Bing, how much money have you saved?" Mother asked suspiciously.

"Mom, it's not much, only a dozen yuan." An Yanbing said guiltyly, she dared not tell her mother that she had already earned hundreds of thousands from the supermarket.

At that time, if a family had a deposit of [-] yuan, it was considered a household with [-] yuan, and it was considered a good well-off family.

If others know that they have hundreds of thousands, wouldn't they regard themselves as capitalists and want to suppress them.

"Oh" what can mother say?That was the money her daughter earned, how could she ask her daughter for it?
"Mom, let me buy some sugar cane." An Yanbing thought of her sister's love for sugar cane, and seeing her mother nodding, she bought some sugar cane.

A few people strolled around the scenic area beautifully, bought some snacks, and then headed home.

(End of this chapter)