MTL - My Classmate is 200 Million Years Old-Chapter 75 new Year
In the 30th year of the year, the village was full of joy. The people in the entire Mashan Village seemed to be running out. Although they lived in small bungalows, they still delivered house-to-house toasts and red packets in accordance with old habits. A large stack of grandpa Mao and a brand-new red envelope bag, when the child saw it, they gave one, and stuffed a wedding candy, so the child took the red envelope and sugar filled the village.
Everyone thought that Xuan's family had only two children. Many people knocked on the door of the courtyard and handed over two red envelopes, but when they saw the three children, most of them stunned, and then the speed of light turned around and gave a red envelope to the people. Not very good, but she is a little girl with pink carvings and jade. Her temperament is not mature enough, and Xuan mother is not kind enough to make a Chinese style baby doll with burrs. The girl draws a figure and that festive dress , Especially likable.
Xuan Mo did n’t bother to research on wearing it, mainly because she knew Xuan Mom opened her own clothing store. She could n’t let her daughter out of sight, but when she wore it and went out, she was getting more and more wrong. Why is nobody like myself? Flaming and flaming, the return rate was 100%, and even flocks of passing chickens were more disturbed than usual when they looked at Xuan Shuai, whose mental strength was highly sensitive, but could not explain why.
It is definitely a scenery for such a happy girl to go from house to house with her cousin and cousin. It is even better that as soon as this girl arrives, the little **** in Bango ’s hordes of troubles will disappear and be more fearful than the enemy. Still useful, everyone welcomes,
Ma Yue was ordered to take two sisters to pay New Year's greetings, and to send rice wine made by Xuanwai Grandpa this year, which is also a new year's product welcomed by the villagers. Xuanwai Grandpa is a craftsman, and he will make these things most. Many adults naturally have other entertainments. Uncles and uncles have become the new candidates for diplomacy. There are dozens of households in the village who are familiar with each other. There is no shortage of duck and rice wine. It ’s a little bitter, two ducks are not heavy, ten are not enough, let alone a rice wine
There will be no such problem this year.
Ma Yue was stunned and looked at Xuan Mo's string of twenty ducks in his left hand and six altar rice wine in his right hand, followed by a relaxed expression, a red embroidered satin hat, a fiery red, and a cheongsam-style skirt below with a black The leggings were a set of satin-edged raw boots, and it was eye-catching to walk there. What was more eye-catching was the things in her hands. Those added up should be heavier than her weight.
"Xuan Mo you, can you succeed?"
Xuan Mo's face walked without changing color, raising his chin: "Then this?"
"Enn."
"Knock at the door."
Ma Yue nodded blankly, reached the door, took a deep breath and sighed, "The new year is coming! God of fortune is coming! Open the door! Open the door!"
Immediately someone opened the door, and the smiling grandmother tucked in a snack, "Oh my god, the little wealth **** of Xuan family, come in and drink a festive wine."
"I can't make it. I'll send you rice wine and duck ducks from our house." Ma Yue said, taking a duck duck and a rice dumpling from Xuan Mo's hands, and all that he and Ma Tingting took first I went out, because Xuan Mo said, I do n’t think you can hold it up, I ’ll send it off first, I ’m fine
The big frown took the duck and rice wine with a smile, but his eyes were on Xuan Mo, and he was surprised: "Ouch, Ma Yue, your sister?"
"Yes."
"This strength is also oh, it looks so beautiful" Dasao really can't say that this girl's strength is also great. This kind of influence on the image can only be changed to exaggerate her appearance. After looking at this exaggeration, you can see that it is true. , Immediately out of control, "Oh, I really followed your little Auntie (referring to Xuanma, dialect), pretty! So pretty!"
Xuan Mo doesn't have any so-called shy smile. It is estimated that she prefers to hear others praise her strength
Ma Yue Ma Tingting has been accustomed to listening all the way, thank you quickly, say goodbye, and then leave with Xuan Mo.
Busy in the middle of the night, when the Spring Festival Gala was over, the three of them were sitting on the sofa in the lobby, and several uncles and aunts next door were eating, drinking and chatting here. Busy eating and replenishing energy, Xuan Mo moved a stool to sit in front of the TV, and seriously looked at the Spring Festival Gala.
This Spring Festival Gala, it is estimated that few people take it seriously. The things that are not as good as one year are getting worse and worse.
If the staff knows that there is such a person watching carefully, it is estimated that they will pass out.
Xuan Mo really watched it very seriously. She has never watched it first. Observing the charm of this program that affects billions of people in a large country can be regarded as an entry point to understand the society and culture.
She can analyze every show and every actor from various aspects, but she will never judge it to be boring. This attitude is suitable for everyone who watches the Spring Festival Gala to keep it, so that she can see the end without blinking.
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I noticed that only Xuan Mo had Ma Yue and Ma Tingting. The adults didn't even take a look at the Spring Festival Gala. Only the two of them were bored and glanced at each other. Only then did they find that the cousin in this city was unusually strange. It ’s a rich flower world, but it ’s so devout about Spring Festival Gala. Which party has been brainwashed?
Since then, Xuan Mo's freak status in their hearts has been erected and has never wavered.
Before the Chinese New Year in the countryside, the third year of the year was about to kill the pigs. Later, the culture was not popular for a while, and the pigs were not killed for several years. But just when Xuan Mo came to the countryside to celebrate the New Year, Mashan Town invested in buying ten pigs. I have n’t killed the pigs in ten years. While killing all the previous ones this year, I will kill the pigs every year on the third day of the year.
Once the best pig killer in Mashan Town was Xuan Grandpa. Later, the son Cheng Cheng's father became Xuan Dazhen. Now Xuan Dazhen has n’t touched a pig for ten years, and suddenly receives this heavy task. The pressure is very high. For a few days, I was simulating the previous gestures, and even asked my son to browse the video on the Internet.
Now standing at the town entrance to see the ten pigs in the ring, he still feels very stressed. Although there are a few strong men helping himself to press the pigs, he still has the energy to work the sword, and I don't know if he can get ten.
Most of the men present were men, and women generally didn't like to watch this **** scene. Xuan Mo still stood there red and red, she was curious, how could this scene be let go, Ma Yue advised two words to persuade I think she's leaving soon, so I wo n’t say more, thinking about waiting for the pig to bleed, then blindfolding her cousin. It ’s one thing to have a cousin, it ’s one thing to fight, it ’s one to love to watch Spring Festival Gala. After all, killing pigs is really bloody, not the same.
The first pig was pressed on the long table, five strong men stood before and after pressing the pig, and the howling of the pig was endless. Although the shirtlessness of Xuanda and Dadong was already a bit blessed, although the muscles It has become fat, but the two arms still look stout and strong under long-term labor. He is holding a foot-length pig-knife and watching a few people put a large pot of salt under the neck of the pig to receive pig blood. .
He tapped the knife on the neck of the pig, and then stabbed in with a knife. The red knife was drawn out, and the blood spewed out instantly. There was a sound of praise around them. They praised Xuan Mo's sword is not old, except for Xuan Mo. The surviving female relatives could not bear it anymore.
Ma Yue felt a kind of cold sweat. I did n’t know exactly when it started. In short, at the moment when the blood of the pig was gushing, I suddenly felt a coldness around me, peeping, the expression of the cousin around me didn't seem to change, but The whole person's breath has changed, his eyes are focused, his light is shining, his fists are held, and he is only staring at a pig, full of excitement and excitement, and even a kind of depressive violence.
He stroked his arm slightly and leaned back.
Xuan Mo didn't realize it, only felt that the scene stimulated her, so lively, so wonderful, so deep and familiar. If she was the knife holder, the pig could die faster and the arteries could be cut more accurately. Everything, everything can be more perfect, faster and faster.
She slowly touched her left chest position. Until now, she didn't know how to use her heart. Now she knew that this involuntary beating caused her to tremble with excitement. It was all thanks to this heart. It lets me know that it turns out that I can still be excited, and one of the exciting ways is to face the blood.
Xuan Dazhen was a bit tired after killing three heads in a row. This was a state of high excitement and concentration that was unsustainable. In the fourth pig, he went down with a knife, but his hands were loose, and the knife was not pulled out. The pig was furiously struggling. The four big men didn't hold it. They let the pig roll off the long table, screaming at the neck with a long knife and rushing towards the crowd, knocking over the wooden barrel next to it and dispersing the crowd. The whole audience suddenly screamed in blood, the pig's wound was blocked by a knife, the blood was still seeping slowly, and he could not die at one and a half. The more he ran, the more vigorous he started. When Dasao's cry came back, all the hula la going went to catch the pigs.
The pig was screaming wildly and running erratically. Several people rushed to the ground and were covered with blood. Several blood people chased the **** pig, and the scene became more **** and exciting.
Seeing that the blood was spreading, everyone was panting, but the pig was getting more and more mental. The iron pig with a knife running wildly made people feel involuntary. At this time, the people chasing the pigs felt a flower in front of them, a red shadow dangled, and only heard a scream. The pig in front fell to the ground, a little girl stepped on the pig with one foot, one with a pig's head, one with Standing with the killing knife, he stood there straight, looking forward with a long look.
Everyone was shocked by the scene, but the pig's head still kept the expression of screaming, but the pig's body was lying peacefully on the ground, and no one remembered to pick it up, until Xuan Mo returned to God, turned his head and wondered. "Don't you continue?"
Xuan Dazhen also crowded out at this time, and saw this weird scene also shocked, the girl like a doll killing a pig with a pig in one hand and a pig with a pig in one hand was really not half a sudden disharmony. What are you doing"
"I? Kill the pig" Xuan Mo came over and handed the pig head to Xuan Dazhen, but he did not kill the pig knife, "I'll handle a few."
"Ah? No no no, I'm fine, no matter how you don't need a girl to shoot, come and come, give me the knife"
Xuan Mo was reluctant, but she still gave the sword to Xuan Auntie. She was not so ignorant. Such a rural custom, the man who had finished the whole village could not turn her into a blue star. Little girl. "
In the end, the ten pigs were successfully killed, and the villagers were six catties per person. The rest were given to neighboring villages as gifts.
Xuan Mo still remembered the touch of the flesh at the moment of killing the pig, and he felt heart-warming and deeply felt right and wrong. He used to fight without expecting to come, but now he still depends on others A mistake
However, no matter what day the New Year is, it is a new beginning for all Blue Stars, the beginning of all hope, then, in the next year, everything is possible.
Isn't it?
