On the 25th day of the 12th lunar month, every household in Kaoshantun began to organize New Year's Day. The family contract responsibility system had a bumper harvest in the first year, and the villagers all felt like they were turning around, so they were particularly motivated to celebrate the New Year this year.

In the past, the New Year was called New Year's Eve. The New Year was like passing the New Year. People were afraid of the New Year. Children were eager to eat something good. The debts were blocked from the door to collect the debt. It felt really uncomfortable. Didn’t Yang Bailao just be forced to death like this?

However, the situation has improved a lot this year. Every family has some extra money. Although it is not much, it has been busy for a year and has not caused famine.

I started working early when I made noodles, steamed buns, stewed meat, and made frozen dumplings.

The happiest thing is the little doll, each one is having a new set of clothes. The little kid has made several small whips and bought a few Ma Leizi. The little girl likes to be stinky, red-headed rope, silk flowers, hairpins, etc., and is also ready.

But it is still hidden now, and it will not be equipped until New Year's Eve, which makes the children mutter every day: "Why haven't you been yet!"

This atmosphere also infected Fatty and Qiqi's family. Although they have a small population, there are many pets at home, which is still quite lively.

Qiqi wore a pollen coat with silk flowers tied to her braids, one was red and the other was yellow, showing joy. She ran around and outside the house to report to the fat man:

"Fat Uncle, Grandma Li's house is in trouble?"

"Don't worry, our family will be confused later."

"Fat uncle, Grandpa Sanpao's house has erected a lantern pole, and there are small colorful flags on it, which is so beautiful."

"I'll cut down some branches later and buy all the colorful papers."

"Fat Uncle, Er Feizi's brother made him a small lantern, which could be inserted into colorful wax, and I want it too."

The fat man patted his head: "There are a lot of work for the New Year, but I don't know anything. What's the old saying? - I feel like I'm talking about me during the New Year?"

Just as he was worried, Aunt Li led his daughter-in-law in: "Fatty, why haven't you been fooled? I'll make a fry for you. Have you bought the newspaper?"

The fat man was so happy that he had already bought the wallpaper. It was more particular. He was specially used to paste the wall. Each one was square, with patterns on it and blue strips on it. So he quickly took it out and found a large basin and asked Aunt Li to make a sauté.

"It's still the fat man who has vision. Look at the wallpaper, it will definitely be bright. Clean up the house and strive to get married next year." Aunt Li was working, chatting with the fat man, and her daughter-in-law was burning the fire while smiling.

The fat man was so happy that he was so happy that he encouraged himself: He must work hard, he will be the one who will be thirty soon.

First, paste the shed, then paste the wall, Aunt Li brushes the sack, Qiqi is responsible for handing over the paper, the fat man stands on the kang, holds the broom in one hand, holds the wallpaper in one hand, sticks it on the shed, and then aligns it, and uses the broom to pull it, which is very flat.

Swish, swish, one by one, and one by one was quite fast. Aunt Li's daughter-in-law cut the colorful paper into a triangle, then cut off an elm head and pulled it into the house, and began to stick small flags on it.

When Qiqi saw this fun, she immediately changed jobs. Maomao was responsible for her original job. Maomao was really a good comrade, working hard and hard. Her two monkey claws pinched the wallpaper full of scribbling and handed it to the fat man. From time to time, she stuck out her tongue to lick it. The scribble on it was sticky, similar to noodle soup, but the taste was a little light.

The fat man turned a blind eye. After all, he was still young and he should focus on encouragement.

"Your monkey is really not in vain." Aunt Li was also happy when she looked at it.

The fat man had pasted the house and the lantern heads on the other side were also glued, colorful and very bright. Aunt Li called her son to come and help, tied the lantern head to a pine pole, set a tripod on top, tied a small iron ring, put a rope inside, and then stood up the lantern pole.

This lantern pole is very useful, and it is hung in every household. It is bright at night and has a very atmosphere. The fat man looked up for a long time and thought it was good.

"I understand, this is similar to a foreign Christmas tree." Qiqi has a rich imagination and shouted with a small voice.

The fat man thinks it is quite similar: it seems that different ethnic groups can sometimes think of one thing.

The fat man has bought the lantern and is a ready-made red gauze lamp. After it is opened, it is hung on it. The golden ears flutter with the wind, showing beautiful power.

"Fat Uncle, where is my little lantern?" Qiqi immediately found a job for the fat man again.

The fat man remembered that he had two canned bottles two days ago, and there were two canned bottles, glass, and lit candles inside, which would definitely be bright. So he found it, tied a thin iron wire on the mouth of the bottle, and tied a small wooden stick. The candle was glued to the bottom of the bottle.

Two canned bottles were made for Erya. Qiqi was anxious and sat in the candle in broad daylight, carried it and ran around for two laps, and the candle fell.

Aunt Li asked her to go over the bottle: "Go back and hand it over to your grandpa for you, burn the bottom of the bottle, change to a wooden board, and then nail a small nail on the back and tie the candle, and then you will be safe."

When Qiqi heard this, she immediately followed Aunt Li, while the fat man went back to the house to post New Year pictures.

Speaking of Fatty, New Year pictures were no longer on the walls, and they were not printed in large quantities at all, so they couldn't find them even if they wanted to.

However, in 1980, New Year paintings were an indispensable thing for every household during the Chinese New Year. They were usually one meter long and sixty or seventy centimeters wide. The paper was very thick and the color was bright. They would not fade when hung for a year.

Even if you are buried in less than a year, it doesn’t matter. Take a steamed bun and break it in half and rub it on the drawing. The dirty things fall down with the steamed bun and it looks like new.

One of the New Year pictures bought by the fat man is a fat baby holding a big carp. This is also the most common one, and it takes the lewd color that has more than one year.

The other one is Journey to the West, which is somewhat comic-style, and this is mainly prepared for Qiqi. Of course, Xiao Maomao can also learn it.

This type was also very popular at that time, such as the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the Biography of Yue Fei, etc., which read both paintings and stories. The 108 heroes in Water Margin were also regular visitors. The heroes were arranged in the seats and printed on a painting, each with their own characteristics. The last one was Shi Qian, the flea on the drum, and many little kids could recite them from beginning to end, which could be regarded as reading famous works.

The great beauty in Dream of Red Mansions, the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, etc., was only put on the wall a few years later, and this was more taboo at this time.

After working hard for a whole day, Qiqi ran back with a lantern. When the fat man saw that the bottom of the bottle was gone, he changed into a log piece with a nail tip exposed in the center, and wore iron wire on both sides, stretching out the mouth of the bottle, so he held the bottle, tied a rope and tied a wooden stick. It was indeed much better than the one he did.

Dinner was made with two rice and fishing roe sauce. The fat man made some dipping pickles from the wooden box. The leaves of the big lettuce were bigger than the palm and tender, which was just right for making rice bread.

There was rice and caviar inside, and green lettuce on the outside, even Qiqi ate several.

Lying on the kang at night, two people, one big and one small, began to pat their belly. Smelling the faint fragrance of pulp, the fat man smacked his lips: "It's not in vain, there's a bit of the New Year atmosphere."
Chapter completed!