Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 120 27, wash malaria

After finishing the first task on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, the family rode two bicycles, with two Laizhou red dogs pulling a sled in front, and returned to the courtyard in a mighty way.

"The old sister-in-law has bought so many products for many years, and the coming year will definitely be more prosperous."

When Lao Li came out of the house, he happened to meet Mrs. Zhang who was carrying a large bag to the house.

At this time, the words must be auspicious, and the words are happy to hear.

"Didn't you go out? There are always a lot of fresh vegetables in the vegetable market. If you go late, you may not be able to catch them. They are all lined up."

"The son and daughter-in-law came and said that the unit purchased collectively, and then they would eat together. As an old man, I wouldn't be able to eat much."

"You're going to enjoy the blessings now, stay here during the Chinese New Year, or go to the building with your son?"

"Go to my son, and come back after the third and fourth grades."

After chatting for a few words, Wei Pingan came out again.

"Uncle Li, where are you going?"

"Wandering around the alley, when did you come back?"

"Just got back last night."

"When I come back this time, I have to leave after the New Year."

"Well, I'll go back after the new year."

It may be that the matter of Old Li's son and daughter-in-law gave Old Li a sense of secrecy. He didn't even ask Wei Pingan what he was doing, and after a few chats, he left at the gate of the courtyard.

Zhou Zimo ran out again with a sack, and Wei Pingan helped unload vegetables from the sled into the sack.

The green chives, although the leaves are a little thin, are natural and pollution-free. They are used to make dumplings in winter, and they are more mouth-watering than those stuffed with cabbage.

Vegetables go directly into the cellar when they are moved into the yard.

It is not afraid of vegetables being frozen in the wet cellar, and can be stored for a long time.

It is a necessary condition for people in Beijing to spend the winter in this era.

Wei Pingan ran out for the last time to move the sled into the courtyard, when he saw Yan Bugui pushing the bicycle and chatting with Mrs. Zhang, with two small bags on the back seat.

The two mouths are tied, hanging left and right on the rear shelf.

Seeing Wei Pingan coming out, he greeted him with a smile and said a few words of praise to Wei Dabao.

Wei Pingan also responded with a smile.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling person, and, it's not the end of the year.

"Teacher Yan just gave Dabao a candy."

After entering his own yard, Zhou Zimo whispered to Wei Pingan.

Quietly, as if afraid that someone might hear.

Since Zhou Zimo came to this yard, he knew that his brother-in-law was not in harmony with other residents.

Later, the relationship with Uncle Li and Uncle Xu Damao in the backyard became better. Uncle Xu Damao's daughter-in-law, Aunt Lou, used to come to the house to chat with her sister.

That is to say, after the brother-in-law came back, there were fewer people coming.

Other residents have conflicts with their own family.

At the beginning, I thought about signing a collective signature to drive my brother-in-law out of the courtyard. Although I didn't achieve my goal later, the relationship has become so bad.

Later, my brother-in-law went out for several years, and besides myself, there were grandma and sister at home, and the relationship with neighbors eased a lot.

But Zhou Zimo knew that, on the surface, the elder sister was more stingy than the brother-in-law in helping the people in the courtyard.

Perhaps this is called "husband singing and wife following".

It's just that it's face-to-face.

People who come in and out every day can also say hello.

When I went to school, I was divided into the students of the third master, and the family of the third master talked more with my family.

Until the brother-in-law came back, the neighbors who used to say hello, the relationship became a little strange again.

At Mr. Yan's house, talking and laughing, Zhou Zimo looked a lot more cautious when talking to his brother-in-law and sister.

That's why Zhou Zimo secretly told his brother-in-law that Teacher Yan gave Dabao a candy.

Wei Ping'an was a little surprised.

Yan Laoxi, who is so picky, even took the initiative to give Wei Dabao a candy...

Is the sun out in the west?What kind of trouble is this going to be.

Strictly speaking, Yan Bugui had nothing to do except that he "fainted" twice because of the house. Even those two times did not actually affect Wei Ping'an.

Instead, Wei Pingan took advantage of it.

"Dabao, is the candy delicious?"

"It's delicious, Dad, you can eat too..."

Dabao spit out the candy from his mouth and was about to pass it to Wei Pingan.

"Thank you, son. Dad won't eat it. Dabao can eat it by himself..."

Wei Dabao's children's shoes sucked the Cuban candy from his palm and slipped it into his mouth.

Alas... It is not clean, and you will not get sick if you eat it.

Wei Pingan sighed, comforting himself.

The old lady came out of the cellar, and she wanted to see with her own eyes that the vegetables she bought were neatly arranged.

She has to know what to eat and how much to eat every day.

After all, for the whole year, if you want to celebrate the Lantern Festival, you have to plan ahead.

There were a lot of other New Year's goods piled up in the yard, and the old lady continued to pick them up non-stop.

Put the New Year pictures, incense candles, and burnt paper into a bag, and put them in the front yard room first.

There are no people there during the Chinese New Year, so it's just right to put these things.

Firecrackers also bought half a bag, and the old lady carried them into the small building.

Firecrackers should be set off on New Year's Eve, because it is a beast to catch the year.Firecrackers are also set off before eating dumplings on the first day of the new year, the first sound of the new year...

These are all customs, and they are exquisite.

From the matter of celebrating the Spring Festival, we can see that the ancients were full of ritual sense of life.

Participating in it will make people feel grand and heavy national cultural atmosphere unconsciously.

"Zimo, go and see if the water in Miss Ni's room is boiling?"

"Hey, I see."

Zhou Zimo ran into the house.

The yard is ready to go, and we will continue with the second project today: 27, killing chickens.

Zhou Wen boiled hot water in the house for plucking chickens after killing them.

Yesterday, I proposed to buy two chickens, one of which was stewed on New Year's Eve, and put it on the table.

This is very particular, and only a few chopsticks can be eaten by one person. This dish has to be kept on the table for the first and second grades.

Only in the third grade of junior high school can I really finish eating.

The second one is served on the Lantern Festival.

This was also the arrangement in the past, but Wei Dabao would make a fuss because he didn't have enough stewed chicken nuggets.

What a punishment it is to let a child stare at him without food.

During these few days every year, the eldest child Zhou Zimo would be too greedy.

Wei Ping'an didn't lack for this kind of food, so he decided to add up and bought three.

One was stewed today, but it was delicious.

After satisfying the hunger, stew the second one on the New Year's Eve, and it will not be so painful to put on the table.

"Old Wei, do you kill chickens at home, or go with Dabao to get a haircut first?"

"I'll take the child to get a haircut, and Zimo will follow me."

Zhou Wen has long hair, so the demand is not that great.

This is a separate task for the three men in the family.

27, cut finely.

There are many places to choose from for a haircut.

There are specialized barbershops and mobile haircutting stalls.

Now there are only so many hairstyles going back and forth, and there is nothing to pay attention to.

Wei Ping'an prefers the master haircutters at mobile booths.

First of all, the master craftsman is exquisite in craftsmanship. This craftsmanship does not mean that the cut hair looks good and neat, that is a must.

The reason why the master is good is because of the comfort level during the hair cutting process.

The master craftsman who can cut hair not only needs to work hard in his hands, but also in his mouth.

As soon as the customer sat on the stool, the master had to keep up with his words while he began to trim with a click of his hands.

The attention was distracted, the chat was lively, and the cut was finished without knowing it, without suffering at all.

Where to cut first and then where to cut, when to clean the hair residue, when to change the posture, all these are particular.

Secondly, Changdian has been restored, and the overpass must be lively.

Wei Pingan sat in front of Wei Dabao, with Zhou Zimo on his back, and went straight to the overpass after leaving the courtyard.

It was almost noon, but no one was worried about lunch.

When they came to the Tianqiao area, Zhou Zimo and Wei Dabao were extremely excited.

The four-foot-long candied haws couldn't be held with one hand, so Zhou Zimo held up both hands and tilted his head to bite the hawthorn wrapped in syrup.

Wei Pingan also had one, sweet and sour, delicious.

I bought a windmill for Dabao, and Dabao was hugged by Wei Pingan, sitting on his father's arms, leaning on Wei Pingan's shoulder, and rattling the windmill in his hand.Dabao was also restless, yelling and kicking his legs anxiously.

It is estimated that it is the sequelae of playing too much sledding, like telling Dad to go faster, and the windmill needs wind to turn around.

After walking a few steps, he was attracted by the stuff in the hands of the half-grown child who was walking towards him.

"Dad, Dad, I want to..."

Chinese New Year is festive, buy whatever you want.

Wei Ping'an almost cried out with chest: Ben's father is rich.

So, Dabao replaced the rattle in his hand, and shook it vigorously.

Changdian in Beijing in 1963 has left a stunning imprint throughout the history of the 60s.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Changdian was originally a great pleasure for the people of the old capital, but because of the shortage of supplies for three years, the whole country has tightened their belts, so extravagance and waste are naturally not advocated.

The big guy has been holding back for many years, and finally recovered this year, so there is no possibility that he would not rush over to join in the fun.

According to later statistics, there were 756 stalls in this year, and the number of tourists exceeded 400 million. This year, the number of people in Changdian was equivalent to three-fifths of the entire capital.

When they got here, the three of them didn't bother to go straight to the haircut, but went shopping first.

It's almost noon, let's have a full meal first.

Aiwowo, donkey rolling, pea yellow...the color, fragrance and shape are complete, as well as rice cakes, sausage and noodle tea...

Shopping all the way, shopping all the way, eating all the way, Zhou Zimo thinks that going out with his brother-in-law is the real Chinese New Year.

Simply awesome.

If he learns to use words decades later, Zhou Zimo will shout: Cool!
Eating all kinds of snacks in his hand, all kinds of delicacies mixed in his mouth, swallowed happily into his stomach, and then watching the wonderful juggling on the left and right, and the objects on various stalls...

It's a dizzying feeling.

The colorful kites made Dabao want to grab them when he saw them.

Dad Wei waved his hand: I bought it.

Find an open space to fly a kite in two days.

Dabao's favorite is the small facial mask and the facial makeup of Sun Houzi.

As for which one is the real favorite, Wei Ping'an guessed that the last one is probably the next one forever.

Zhou Zimo liked swords and guns made of bamboo and wood, and when he saw young men of the same age playing around, he secretly showed envy.

Naturally, Wei Pingan would not be stingy, and bought a wooden stick with gold paper on both ends, called a golden cudgel.

A piece of wood was poked on a stick and tied with silk thread. It was called Qinglong Yanyue Dao, and I bought it.

Zhou Zimo held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, Wei Pingan carried the golden cudgel, and Wei Dabao shook the rattle on his shoulder.

This combination is not weird at all, because there are too many similar family groups wandering here.

Tired from shopping, Wei Pingan sat down in front of a stall. The stall owner was a young man wearing a rabbit fur hat, and he was smiling and didn’t chase people away. Wei Pingan handed him a cigarette, which he put on his ear, and started again busy.

This is a booth for rag dolls, with a carriage across the back, a tall brown horse tied at the back, and a lot of toys on the carriage, an old lady sits on it, and when the people around want which one, she pulls it out and asks the young man to give it to him. past.

Dabao won't let go of the cloth tiger, the extra-large one must be half the size of Dabao's body.

Zhou Zimo was not very interested in dolls, so he sat on a rock and tried hard on the half of the candied haws left in his hand.

Halfway through the walk, his stomach was full, but it was rare to eat such delicious food, and Zhou Zimo was reluctant to let go.

Wei Pingan took a fancy to a Chinese knot, which was very big.

They bought them together with the cloth tiger in Wei Dabao's arms.

"Zimo, let's go for a walk, let's go to the place just now for a haircut."

After shopping for two or three hours, Wei Pingan, who was holding the big treasure, didn't feel any better, but Zhou Zimo's heel hurt so bad that he could hardly walk.

"Okay, brother-in-law."

"Dad, come tomorrow..."

"Come back in two days and bring mom and grandma, okay?"

Beside him, Zhou Zimo also had bright eyes.

He has never experienced such an occasion, and he is reluctant to end it so soon.

There is only one old master in the place where the hair is cut, and the silver shaver is walking on each head. There are many people waiting in line. Obediently, it means regular customers and repeat customers.

After waiting for five or six people, it happened to be their turn when Zhou Zimo finished destroying the candied haws.

"Master, please shave it shorter."

27 shaved fine, which is also particular about.

If you don't shave your head in the first month, your uncle will die if you shave your head.

In fact, this is all nonsense.

This saying was handed down from the Qing Dynasty. After the Manchus entered the customs, they were required to shave their heads and keep their braids. The slogan passed down at that time was "Leave your hair but not your hair, keep your hair but not your head"...

Later, whenever the head was shaved, it would remind the Han people of the old things of the previous dynasty, that is, "nostalgia for the past", and then somehow evolved into "dead uncle". This rumor is really absurd and weird.

But no matter what, if there is such a taboo, Wei Dabao shaves his head straight away.

It will make the old lady uncomfortable to save her hair before the first lunar month.

Zhou Zimo was entrusted by the old lady to the existence that the Zhou family hoped for, and he was Dabao's uncle.

Before going out, Zhou Wen specially took Wei Pingan and told him.

Shave your head to save trouble, children don't understand anyway.

The three of them finished shaving their heads and rode home with big bags and small bags.

Now they are in no rush.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was a bathtub at home to take a bath, they would still have to hurry and pinch it today.

For 27, wash malaria;
27, go to the old mud...

Bathing and washing clothes are also things that need to be done today.

When the 28th of the twelfth lunar month starts tomorrow, you will not be able to wash and rinse. You need to wait until the New Year's Eve before you can wash your clothes.

This is also exquisite.

With an old lady at home, there are a lot more rules for the Chinese New Year. Wei Pingan didn't have such things when he was alone.

But if there are too many things, the sense of ritual is heavy, and the more it has the atmosphere of the New Year.

Back home, Zhou Wen and the old lady had finished washing and drying the clothes.

Having a washing machine at home is much faster than washing by hand.

When I entered the door just now, I saw Yu Li in the front yard squatting in front of the big basin and wearing clothes.

After entering the courtyard, Qin Huairu was also washing the sheets, and there seemed to be men's clothes in the basin.

The door of the main room was open, and the half cotton curtain was put aside. He Yuzhu was humming a little tune and stirring on the coal stove.

The fragrance is tangy, and there is a lot of oil and water smelling.

Seeing Wei Ping'an bring the child in, Xiao Qu'er stopped for a while, and then hummed again after Wei Ping'an passed by.

　Do you have a ticket?Have a message of encouragement? ...

　　Fatty wants to summon power code words...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)