The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension

184 Lucky Money

However, now that Zhao Dong's family has been separated, I'm afraid that the Wang family will punish some kind of moth tomorrow to prevent Zhao Dong from worshiping.

It has to be said that they really guessed right. At this time, the Wang family is in the patriarch's house.

However, Zhao Dong didn't care about being able to serve as a representative to worship the ancestors.

At this moment, he was thinking that if the Wang family was a moth tomorrow and insisted on making her son Zhao Chunlai the eldest son.

Then he just took the opportunity to remove his name from Wang's name and completely cut off the mother-child relationship, so that in the future, when his daughter grows up, she won't be bound by filial piety.

Sun Mei was also with him, and she was torn in her heart, planning to have a good talk with Zhao Dong at night.

And the children who were having fun didn't know that there would be a tough battle tomorrow. At this moment, when Zhao Yu heard about the ancestor worship, he couldn't help asking: You say, our ancestors are really in the ancestral hall? Well?

Thinking of Grandpa Bai in the space, Zhao Zhitong felt that Grandpa Bai is a god, and his ancestors might also become gods, so he should stay in the ancestral hall to protect his descendants, so he nodded and said, I'm here.

Zhao Ya and Zhao Cheng also nodded: I think so too. You see, every year during Chinese New Year, or every fifteenth day, everyone will go to the ancestral hall to worship the ancestors and ask for their blessings.

Zhao Yu listened, swallowed the dumplings in one gulp, and said happily, Then, let's pray to our ancestors to bless us tomorrow, will our ancestors really bless us?

Zhao Cheng and Zhao Ya blinked, not knowing how to answer.

Zhao Zhitong nodded his head and thought for a while and said, Of course it will, but you have to be sincere.

Zhao Cheng quickly said: Sincere? Then I kowtow to my ancestors a few more times, is it considered sincere?

Zhao Ya and Zhao Cheng shook their heads, expressing they didn't know.

Zhao Zhitong nodded his chin and thought for a while, No, you can just kowtow, anyone can kowtow, it can't show your sincerity. Well, you have to give your ancestors something delicious, well, or help him Clean up the room and serve him tea and water, once the ancestor is happy, he will definitely bless you.

Zhao Cheng felt that the younger sister was the smartest, so he nodded heavily, and said happily, Then when I go to the ancestral hall to worship the ancestors tomorrow, I will bring delicious food to the ancestors, and let him bless our family!

Sun Mei and Zhao Dong on the side, listening to the children's words, were very happy.

Although they don't know whether gods and ghosts exist or not, but now they have all caught up with such magical things as crossing, so it is not surprising that there are.

But at this moment, the topic of the little guys gradually started to deviate, they started to talk about ghosts, Zhao Zhitong also told them some essays on ghosts and ghosts she had heard from Grandpa Bai, Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

At this moment, Zhao Ya, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Yu's eyes widened in shock, and they shrank together unconsciously.

Zhao Zhitong was not afraid at first, she was still giggling, but in the end, when a gust of wind blew, her small body trembled, and she began to feel a little scared.

With a loud cry, he jumped off the stool and ran to Zhao Cheng's side. The four little guys hugged into a ball.

Looking at the babies, Sun Mei and Zhao Dong felt very helpless.

Sun Mei said angrily: Look at it, those who celebrate the New Year, what ghost stories are you telling, you should tell something happy.

Then, he got up and went into the room, and when he came out after a while, he had four nice purses in his hand.

She gave one to each of the four little guys: Today's New Year's Eve, this is lucky money. Put it in your pocket carefully. You can't spend the night empty in your pocket. This is called lucky money.

The little flower on the purse was Zhao Yaxiu's, it was very beautiful, and the little guys were very happy, the fear just now was swept away in an instant.

Zhao Ya put the purse into her bosom, and asked happily: Uncle, Aunt, do you want to celebrate the New Year too?

Before Sun Mei and Zhao Dong could speak, Zhao Yu said, You are stupid, the lucky money is given to children by adults, only children have it.

At this moment, Zhao Zhitong thought of something, and analyzed: Look, our money is given by our parents, uncles and aunts, and the parents and uncles of our parents and mothers are not here, so they can't give it to Dad. New year's money with mother.

After her analysis, several little guys nodded one after another.

Zhao Zhitong said again: Why don't we chip in some money for our parents to celebrate the new year~

Okay, okay.

The little guys reached a consensus in an instant, and ran back to the room to get the money they had saved.

After a while, a few little guys gathered in Zhao Zhitong and Zhao Ya's room holding their piggy banks.

The little guys lowered their heads and quietly put the money into the two purses.

Then Zhao Zhitong took it to Zhao Dong and Sun Mei.

Father, mother, you also have to celebrate the new year. Now that your father and mother are not around, let us give it to you.

Saying that, the little hand stuffed two purses to the two of them.

The childish voice said: Brother, brother, sister Yaya and I pooled it together. It's our filial money~, parents also have New Year's greetings.

Seeing that the children are so sensible and know how to love others, Sun Mei and Zhao Dong couldn't be more satisfied.

The children had finished their meal, and the gongs and drums had already started to be played on the street, and the lion dance began. In an instant, the sound of beating drums and cha-cha-cha gongs came.

The little guys couldn't bear it anymore, and with Sun Mei's consent, they rushed out of the house holding hands.

Sun Mei and Zhao Dong also tidied up and followed them out.

At this moment, the villagers who finished eating the dumplings have already run out. Some villagers who ate a little late, hearing the bustle outside, couldn't help it, and walked out of the house with a bowl of dumplings, enjoying themselves Talking and laughing with the villagers while eating.

In addition to beating gongs to encourage lions, there are also many women and old men in the neighborhood, smeared with red rouge, walking on stilts, and twisting.

The sound of firecrackers is still coming in a steady stream, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, the whole village is immersed in joy and excitement.

This is the common New Year's custom in their village, and it is only when there are lively and crowded people.

Zhao Zhitong was watching the lion dance seriously at the moment, suddenly felt someone pulling her hair, and immediately looked back, and saw Zhao Yue standing behind her.

His face was flushed due to dryness and chapping. He was wearing new clothes and dressed up cleanly. Even the snot that often hung down his nose was gone. At this moment, he looked like a handsome boy .

If so, he didn't smile and said sorry.

Zhao Zhitong immediately became fierce: Zhao Yue! You tore my hair. This is the bun her mother specially combed for her and Sister Yaya this morning. It is so beautiful.

Zhao Yue said with a grin: Zhao Zhitong, do you want to pick up firecrackers?

Zhao Zhitong's eyes lit up in an instant, and he didn't care about him pulling her hair, and immediately shouted: Where is it, where is it?