SFS Chapter 235: Chinese New Year, let’s write the word “Fu” and make dumplings together
Chapter 235: Chinese New Year, let’s write the word “Fu” and make dumplings together
The village chief distributed all the sweet potatoes, and everyone could finally have a peaceful new year.
An old man in his fifties stood up and said, "Village chief, we had no choice but to flee after this natural disaster. You helped us and not only took us in, but also shared our food with us. We all remember the kindness of your village. When we return, we will definitely set up a longevity tablet for you to bless you with longevity and health."
After saying that, he knelt down in front of the village chief and others, and the refugees also knelt on the ground.
The village chief quickly helped the man up and said, "Everyone, please get up. It's New Year's Day. I can't afford such a big gift from you. This natural disaster came suddenly and no one can do anything. Although our village is poor, we will help if we can. Let's share the hardship and get through this winter first."
Looking at the sweet potatoes in their hands, everyone happily held them in their arms and expressed their gratitude.
When Old Mrs. Huang and some villagers who had left earlier heard the news, they regretted their decision and turned back.
"Village Chief, we were wrong. Can you give us some too?"
"Yes, didn't you say there was no food? Village chief, how could you lie to us like this?"
The villagers who returned were stopped outside the crowd.
"There's no food left. Look, all the sweet potatoes have been distributed. There's no more food." The village chief pointed to the empty ground.
"You did it on purpose!" Old Mrs. Huang didn't get any yam, so she stood below and cursed angrily.
"Did I do it on purpose? Ask everyone, did you hear it clearly just now? You said you didn't want to take it, but when you heard that the food was gone, you ran faster than anyone else. Humph! You deserved it!" The village chief looked at them with a sneer.
"That's right, don't blame anyone!"
"If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to come here again." A villager couldn't stand it anymore and said out loud.
“How shameless! Everyone in the village has this thing, why don’t you share it with us!” Those who didn’t get any started to make a fuss and wanted to cause trouble.
"If you keep making trouble, get out of the village! Don't think I don't know that you guys won't starve to death even if you don't get any of the sweet potatoes. I was busy before and had no time to deal with you, but you are getting ahead of me. Today I'm making it clear, either get out of the village or shut up! If any of you starve to death, the village will pay for your burial!" The village chief was also very angry and poured out all the unpleasant words.
After being yelled at like this, all those who wanted to cause trouble were silenced and dared not make a sound anymore.
I didn't expect to be slapped in the face so quickly. Yao Qingnian didn't sympathize with them at all. It was all their own fault. It was a good thing that everything in the village was peaceful. If there was any trouble, these people would run away faster than rabbits.
Huang Jiabao was furious when he heard that his mother had messed up again. His mother was really old and could not be trusted to do anything now. It seemed that he would have to do everything himself in the future.
When he came back he started to complain to his mother, saying that the food was so good, but in the end not a single hair was left.
After Yao Qingnian came back from the village ancestral hall, she began to prepare for the New Year. This was her first New Year since she traveled through time, so she had to have a sense of ritual. So she called Yinuo and others, found some red cloth, and began to write couplets and the word "Fu".
"Yinuo, you have been in the academy for some time, so the blessing character at home is now handed over to you."
"Mom, can I do this?"
"You are the only scholar in our family. If you can't do it, do you want grandpa to write it for you?"
"Your father's handwriting is not good, so don't make fun of him." Liu Shuyue said on behalf of Lu Mingchuan.
"Yeah, haha, I won't embarrass myself."
"The important thing about this word 'Fu' is the thought behind it, not its appearance. How about this? I suggest that everyone write one. If you don't know how, just learn it. It doesn't matter if it's ugly. Anyway, we can just read it at home, and there's no one else to see it. How do you think?"
"Well, this is a good suggestion. Come on! Everyone, come together!"
"I don't know how!" Liu Shuyue waved her hand, indicating that she would not participate.
"I'll teach you, mother!" Yao Qingnian pulled her to the stone table.
"Can you read?" Lu Huaijin was a little surprised. He didn't know how many surprises this daughter-in-law had.
"What? It's not possible. I practiced with Yinuo when you were not around."
Yinuo: “…”
How could he not take the blame? He seemed to have never taught his mother to write. Never mind, if his mother said so, then so be it. He picked up the pen and wrote happily. Soon, a word "Fu" was written.
"I've finished writing it!" Yinuo held the word "Fu" and showed it to everyone.
"Not bad, not bad!" Yao Qingnian praised the word "Fu" written by Yinuo. Although Yinuo's handwriting was still a little immature, it was already very good. Children need encouragement, and it is New Year's Day, and we should not undermine children's confidence.
"What's so good about it..." Jiang Jingyi glanced at it with disdain.
"Then write one for us to see."
"Just write it, who's afraid of who?" Jiang Jingyi picked up the pen and was about to start writing when she remembered that her handwriting was as bad as dog crawling, and she was afraid that it would not be much better. But the words had been said, so she had to bite the bullet and write it down.
She has loved practicing martial arts since she was a child and doesn't like reading. The old general had no choice but to let his daughter do what she wanted. So when Jiang Jingyi was over fifteen, her handwriting was still not presentable, and the old general was very troubled by this.
"Haha, you're still laughing at me. Look at what you wrote, it's not as good as mine!" Yinuo laughed rudely.
Jiang Jingyi blushed a little, but still said shamelessly: "Mine is much better looking than yours."
"Yeah, it looks much better! Hahaha!"
In order to prevent Lu Huaijin from noticing any clues, Yao Qingnian just wrote one casually to get the matter over with. In the end, the couplet was handed to Lu Huaijin. One could not tell that his handwriting was quite beautiful, combining both strength and flexibility.
Lu Huaijin originally knew only a few words, but after going to the battlefield, he found it difficult to gain a foothold without knowledge, so he began to teach himself and ask for advice when he had free time. The old general saw how diligent and hardworking he was, so he personally taught him how to read and write.
Even Liu Shuyue reluctantly wrote one. After they finished, everyone put up the written word "Fu" and couplets together. The yard was immediately filled with the atmosphere of the New Year.
“We’ll have dumplings tonight!”
"Okay! I'll help."
"I'm coming too!"
The yard was filled with laughter and the atmosphere of the New Year.
Yao Qingnian took out the shepherd's purse that was placed in the space, and asked Liu Shuyue to pick some fresh onions to make dumplings with two kinds of fillings.
After kneading the dough, the family sat in the yard and started making dumplings. Liu Shuyue suggested putting a copper coin in the dumplings.
Putting copper coins in dumplings is a traditional practice that symbolizes good luck and wealth. Eating dumplings with copper coins in them is believed to be a good omen for good fortune and prosperity in the new year...