Chapter 268 Yingcai

  Yang Lan'er walked up to her silly roe deer and asked softly, "Are you all ready?"

  Tan Anjun tilted his head with a smile in his eyes, and said with a light smile, "Well, the sacrifices on the table are all ready."

  Yang Laner saw that there were pig heads and pig tails on the altar table, which should represent a pig, as well as fish, chicken, goose egg incense candles, etc., and set up a table.

This is the first time Yang Lan'er has officially watched the ancient beam-raising ceremony. After a while, the craftsmen carried the main beam tied with red silk to the front of the hall. road fairy.

  Then the craftsman used ropes to pull the beam up. When pulling the beam, firecrackers blared, and Zeng Qingsheng shouted: "Go up, good luck!"

  Wait for Liang Shanghao, Tan Anjun lifted the red cloth bag brought by Yang's father, and brought it to his little wife's ear: "Wait for me!"

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   "Oh," Yang Lan'er's ears itch, inexplicably, looking at his back with confusion in his eyes, what are you waiting for him to do?

  Tan Anjun climbed the wooden ladder to the top of the beam, and hung many small cloth bags in the cloth bag on the beam.

   "This is the moral: Fu, Lu, Shou, Xi, and evergreen." Mother Yang stood by her side at some point, explaining in her ear.

  The surrounding area was too noisy, Yang Lan'er turned her head and smiled at Yang's mother.

  After that, Tan Anjun came down from the roof to receive the red cloth bag thrown down by the craftsman.

   "This means receiving the treasure, Lan'er, the son-in-law did it securely, without shaking his hand." Yang's mother was elated, her eyes narrowed, the son-in-law is a sure money-hunter!

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   After Tan Anjun received the red cloth bag, all the villagers who watched the excitement rushed into the new house, adults and children.

  Yang Lan'er was startled, seeing Tan Anjun approaching, leaned towards him slightly startled, grabbed his arm, and asked softly, "Master, why are all these people rushing in?"

  Tan Anjun looked at his little wife's wide-eyed and curious face, and laughed out loud: "This is throwing beams, which means 'money is rolling in'. As for what to throw away, you will see later."

  Zeng Qingsheng stood on the roof, grinning and said: "Throw the beam to the east, and the east will be full of sunrise!" After that, he threw candies, steamed buns, copper coins and other things to the east.

  Yang Lan'er blinked, and complained in her heart: This steamed bun fell to the ground, so many people stepped on it, can it still be eaten?

  Small Five, Six, and Nine stood in a row, and replied in a deep voice, "Okay!"

Uh! Yang Lan'er looked at the three of them with their necks up, and echoed each other from a distance, not to mention that they really had a unique charm!

   "Toss the beam to the west, and the unicorn sends a son to hang double happiness!"

"OK!"

   "Sir, this singing and drinking really set the whole atmosphere up." Yang Lan'er pulled his arm and said excitedly.

  The crazy factor in the deepest part of her heart is a little ready to move, what should I do?

   "Throw the beam to the south, and the descendants will be the number one scholar!"

"OK!"

  Zeng Qingsheng shouted wildly while cheering, men, women and children on the ground rushed to fight, it was very lively.

   "Throw the beams and throw them to the north, hoard white rice for the full year!"

"OK!"

  Yang Lan'er looked at the faint smile on Tan Anjun's lips from the beginning to the end, and smiled slyly: "Sir, why did Xiao Wu and San accept the award?"

  Tan Anjun's smile froze for a moment, then recovered in an instant, rubbing his little wife's head with affection in his eyes: "It's the master's business to win the prize, they are my subordinates, and they represent me."

  So, isn't it the same for everyone who wins the lottery?

  He doesn't want everyone to watch!

   squinting at the little wife's hands tightly clutching her sleeves, she just wanted him to make a fool of himself?

  (end of this chapter)

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