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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two New Year Pictures(1/2)

There were not many cans in a bottle, so Liu Qingshan simply pried open another bottle and distributed it to everyone.

Canned food was sold for more than one bottle at that time, but it was really not cheap, so it is rare for rural children to eat it once or twice a year.

When I heard about eating canned food, I was excited. I had some minor illnesses and disasters, and immediately became energetic. I was half cured first.

The remaining two empty canned bottles were washed by Shanxing, saying that they were kept for the New Year as small lanterns.

Seeing that it was really late today, Liu Qingshan touched her little head: "Wait until tomorrow, brother will make lanterns for you."

The next day, I came back from the mountain and found that the fourth brother was already lively again. It seemed that the treatment of canned fruits was effective.

Liu Qingshan ate a few cornmeal cakes and drank a bowl of pickled cabbage soup. Shan Xing put two clean canned bottles in front of Liu Qingshan.

During the Chinese New Year here, every child in every household would carry small lanterns and rush from the east to the west.

At that time, there was a special colored small candle, about the thickness of a small finger and ten centimeters long. The little dolls called this kind of candle "kowtow", but I don't know what it meant.

Maybe it was because it was relatively short and the time for kowtow, it was burned out?

Stick this small candle to the bottom of the can bottle, tie a rope cover at the mouth of the bottle with a hemp rope, and use a small willow stick to pick it up, and a small lantern is ready.

But this is just a basic one, and the small candles inside are easy to fall. Today, what Liu Qingshan made for his two sisters is relatively advanced.

The most important thing is to remove the bottom of the can. You can put the bottle outside and freeze for two hours, then pour hot water into the bottle, and the bottom of the bottle will explode in an instant.

However, if you do this, you cannot control the explosion of the bottle and often break into pieces and a can will be scrapped.

Liu Qingshan had a trick, pulled the cotton thread off the thread board, folded it in half a few times, and put it in kerosene soaked.

Then wrap around a little above the bottom of the bottle.

"Lao Wu, light the fire!"

Shan Xing held the matchbox and was preparing at that time, immediately drew a piece of it and lit the rope.

Huh, a circle of cotton thread burned.

The most critical time came, and Liu Qingshan suddenly inserted the canned bottle to a basin with cold water next to it.

With a crisp click, the bottom of the bottle fell off in one stroke.

Take out the can, the broken mouth is neat and perfect.

Yang Hongying next to him was stunned: "Sanfeng'er, you didn't expect you to have this ability?"

After saying that, he asked the fourth and fifth brothers: "Caifeng, Shanxing, can you tell me the scientific principles here?"

These two are still too small now, of course they can't explain it clearly, but they just know that it has something to do with hot and cold.

Yang Hongying told them about the principle of heat expansion and cold contraction. The fourth brother really understood it and asked with his big eyes:

"Sister, there will be cracks on the ground in winter and disappear in summer. Is it because of this?"

The little guy can learn from it and be amazing.

Yang Hongying also patted her little head to show encouragement.

Shan Xing next to him added: "Sister, Caifeng and I played the glass ball yesterday, and one of her flower glass balls rolled into the cracks of the ground."

While the sisters were chatting, Liu Qingshan continued to start work. He used a saw to pull two wooden boards slightly larger than the bottom of the can, and this wooden board replaced the original bottom of the bottle.

A thin iron nail was nailed in the middle, revealing about one centimeter of length. This is for inserting candles.

Put iron wire on both sides, and the wire passes through the can, just right to fix the can.

A small circle bends at the top of the wire to tie the rope, and finally connect a smooth small willow stick and a small hand lantern is ready.

Liu Yinfeng also came to help and cut some big red carp and butterflies with colorful paper. The small lantern became more beautiful when decorating the bottle.

The other one was also done in the same way. After the production, the two little girls ran out with them, and couldn't wait to show the new toys to other friends.

"It's still bright."

Liu Qingshan shouted, but didn't call them, so he simply ignored them.

At this time, Linzhi had already made a large pot of paste, and it was the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, so she quickly covered the wall.

The newspapers have been bought from the brigade and are all shipped back from Chuncheng.

After pinching a stack of pieces and putting them on the dining table, Liu Yinfeng took the sorghum and began to brush the squids on the paper.

Yang Hongying held the newspaper that had finished painting the rice dumplings and handed it to Liu Qingshan who was standing on the bench, and he put it on the shed one by one.

First, paste the shed and then paste the wall. This order cannot be different.

The audio recorder on the cabinet was covered with English tapes, and Liu Yinfeng muttered a few words from time to time.

When working, Liu Qingshan always felt a little awkward: "Sister, second sister, I'm almost asleep. Can I play a song?"

Well, Liu Yinfeng was really worried about falling down her brother, so she changed into a tape, and then there was a burst of Ingrid's news.

She used her hands to tweak the long hair in her ears and looked at Liu Qingshan helplessly.

Yang Hongying smiled and changed into another tape, saying, "Yinfeng, you can't just think about studying, pay attention to the combination of work and rest."

Accompanied by the familiar whistle, relaxed and happy, with a hint of sour singing, floated out of the recorder:

On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas were shouting in summer...

Liu Qingshan remembers that this song "Childhood" was released the year before yesterday, and it was unexpected that it would be passed on so soon.

It seems that the pace of the times has accelerated, and they must also follow the development pace of Jiapigou.

Just as they were thinking, the door of the house opened, huh, the fourth and fifth brothers led a large group of snot children to run in, each holding canned bottles in his hands, yelling to ask Liu Qingshan to help them make lanterns.

Another person who wiped his tears was Er Jiazi, who had both hands empty and could not find a canned bottle at home.

At that time, not everyone could find idle canned bottles.

Liu Yinfeng replaced Liu Qingshan, and his elder brother-in-law was responsible for brushing the food. There were a group of little guys around Liu Qingshan. It was probably that these canned bottles would be enough for him to make it dark.

This is not possible. You must ask a helper to send Sihuzi to call Zhang Shuzi.

This time it was much easier. Liu Qingshan was only responsible for the bottle blowing. The rest of the work was all Zhang Shuzi's, and the efficiency was greatly improved.

After making one, the little kids ran out happily, and soon ran back. The little lantern was tied to a rope and picked it up with a willow stick.

All the remaining simple ones can be done by yourself.

In the room, the sound of the songs' childhood echoed, and Liu Qingshan could also feel the happy childhood of the group of little babies around him.

Maybe they don’t have watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes, but their spiritual life is much richer than that of children in later generations.

Nature is their playground.

Dirt toys made by yourself can also bring happiness.

Moreover, this kind of happiness is often impossible to buy even if you spend money.

"Brother-in-law, hurry up and brush."

Liu Yinfeng's voice sounded in the room. Liu Qingshan glanced at it and shook his head.

I saw my elder brother-in-law holding a brush in his hand, brushing paste while reading the newspaper.

The little kids also covered their mouths and giggled, but Yang Hongying took the opportunity to educate them: "Don't laugh. Without this spirit of serious study, how can you become a writer?"

In Liu Qingshan's view, the eldest brother-in-law and the second sister Liu Yinfeng are almost the same type of people. The common characteristics of this type of people are:

Only when you have something stupid can you achieve something.

After the family was messed up, they had to mess up the grandfather's house. The group worked for a whole day, and this was the end of the wall.

After posting the new newspaper, turn on the lights and the room looks bright.

"Press New Year pictures, post New Year pictures!"

The little fourth brother couldn't wait any longer, and he kept shouting with the three-headed and six-armed Nezha.

"I said why do you feel like there is something missing on the wall?"

Liu Qingshan muttered, "There is no New Year painting decoration, and it looks really awkward on the wall."

He still remembers that when he was a child, he had no money at home and didn’t buy New Year’s paintings for the New Year.

It was my mother who held a small piece of steamed bun and carefully wiped it on the surface of the old New Year painting.

The dust on the New Year pictures was brought down by steamed buns, and the New Year pictures became bright and beautiful again, just like the new ones.

I bought a lot of New Year pictures this year. On the kang of my grandfather’s house, there was a picture of an old birthday boy riding a deer, and a fat boy holding a longevity peach, which was very funny.

"This sika deer is like a big deer deer!"

Shan Xing pointed at the sika deer in the painting, and her little face was full of excitement.

"Deer is a symbol of auspiciousness and longevity, so people like sika deer."

Liu Shikui also smiled and felt very satisfied with this painting.

As for the elderly, who doesn’t want to live long?

The little old lady tilted her head and thought: "Grandpa, then next time the big deer is coming, you can ride it around and you will definitely become an old birthday star."

Ha ha!
To be continued...
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