It was almost knocked over, and the slip knot of the cloth bag was accidentally pulled into a dead knot by him. I don't know if it's really here to help, or to cause trouble.
However, the old lady did not show any impatience, she still smiled at Liu Chong with a sullen mouth, and said, "Go and get two lanterns in the room."
Liu Chong probably felt that he had been praised, and he was even more positive. He responded with a "hey", then turned around and searched the room. After a while, he raised two red lanterns.
"It's young, it's time to replace the white lantern." The old lady taught Liu Chong to change the lantern beside the door to a more festive red, and then sat back on the wooden bench, squinting and removing the dead knot on the cloth pocket .
It took a long time to open it.
The cloth pockets were scattered in all directions, and the piles of paper ingots inside were spread out on the ground.
The old lady carefully took out a fire inch stick from her pocket, borrowed a light from the white leather lantern she took off, and threw it on the pile of paper ingots.
The warm yellow flame jumped up instantly, and the piles of paper ingots collapsed instantly as if they had been sucked dry. One of the ingots on the corner was not scorched by the fire, but was stirred by the wind to the side of the beam. Xuan Min quietly copied it, and the paper ingot fell into his hands.
Xuan Min turned the paper Yuanbao upside down, and sure enough, when he saw a few words written on the bottom of the Yuanbao, he rushed to the writing like a five-horse corpse, and at a glance, he knew that it was from the fool Liu Chong.
Xue Xian squinted his eyes to identify it, and found that it was written with a person's name - Liu Xian.
He immediately thought of the indecipherable ingot in Liu Chong's room, and thought, "Could it be that Liu Xian was the one who wrote it?"
But when you think about it, it's not the same. The word Liu Xian, Liu Chong wrote clearly at this moment, why did it become a mess after changing the time? Looking at the paste of the ink, there are definitely not only two words.
Xuan Min looked at the words under Yuan Bao and let go again. The paper ingot was stirred back by the wind again, just in time to catch up with the last bit of fire, and was cleaned up.
The old lady was scratching at the embers with a cane, and she said ramble: "This year, my body is not very refreshed, and my waist can't be bent. This paper ingot is a little less than in old years. You will use it."
Liu Chong sat on the threshold and listened quietly. Just after listening to a few sentences, he turned his head and ran back to the room, took out a small pile of yellow paper, buried his head and folded something on his lap, and said while folding, "I... I will, I will come."
The old lady turned her head to look at him, her brows and eyes were mixed with a little distress under the light of the fire.
Liu Chong was a little clumsy in other things, but he was much more skilled at folding ingots, so it could be seen that he helped a lot. He folded one, held it in the palm of his hand, raised his head and smiled at the old lady, looking silly and wanting to be praised.
The old lady also smiled at him: "The ingots I folded by Chong'er are better than the ones I folded."
"Hey—" Liu Chong handed the ingot to the old lady and motioned her to throw it into the residual fire.
The old lady waved her hand: "I'm not busy, I'll burn it the same next time. I didn't write the name, it's not easy to burn, and I don't know who it is when I burn it. Your grandfather doesn't know how to collect it."
Liu Chong nodded thoughtfully, then lowered his head and folded the new one seriously.
The old lady tapped the cane on the ground next to it, knocking out the little sparks on it, and fiddling with the paper dust again, so that the ones below burned through. While fiddling, he said again and again: "The ingots are delicious and fun, gold and silver, safe and sound."
While folding the ingot, Liu Chong subconsciously followed the old lady and said intermittently: "It's delicious and fun, Jinshan... Yinshan, be safe."
The pocket of paper ingots was quickly burnt clean, and the old lady tapped on the cane and dragged Liu Chong into the house together. In the end, I don't know what the fool bumped into. The two entered the house with their front feet, and there was a crisp sound from their back feet, which sounded like some porcelain was broken.
"Don't panic, it's okay, ah, it's okay." The old lady's voice faintly came from the room, maybe Liu Chong did something wrong and was frightened, so he comforted him tightly.
After a while, the old lady and Liu Chong came out of the room again.
The old man used the front hem of his thick robe to pocket a few pieces of broken porcelain, while Liu Chong held a...
Xue Xian squinted behind the door for a long time, and found that it looked like a small bronze mirror.
What are you doing with the bronze mirror
He was really puzzled.
Seeing that the old lady instructed Liu Chong to dig up the mud of the old tree by the wall, put the broken porcelain pieces into the mud pit, and put the bronze mirror in it. When the bronze mirror was buried, the old lady recited two more rambles: "Put up the mirror, and the bad omen will be changed to good omen, and the broken will be safe."
Xue Xian: "..."
The two buried broken pieces of porcelain and bronze mirrors, and then walked back into the house.
Although Liu Chong was stupid, he knew a little about filial piety. After he helped the old lady into the house, he stepped over the threshold.