Chinese Almanac Master Chapter 2027: .2.12

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The next morning, Xiao Nanzhu overslept. In view of the bizarre facts that happened last night, he did not get a good night's sleep on the first night when he returned to his hometown.

He was lying in bed all night and couldn’t fall asleep. After thinking about it, he got up and took down the old almanac on the wall and looked at it carefully for a while, but it’s okay if he didn’t study it. After studying Xiao Nanzhu, he discovered There are many things that he has never noticed on the old almanac that has been hanging in his house for many years.

First of all, in terms of appearance, this old almanac does not seem to be very different from the general Hong Kong version of almanac. The same is the cover with gilded characters on a red background. Various traditional elements that symbolize auspiciousness and joy are flooded These old, old papers that record the changes in the four o'clock, carry thousands of years of time and time again and again, again and again. In the old days, people didn’t have mobile phones or computers. They judged when to plant seeds and harvest. The way for spring to fall is to rely on the existence of the old yellow calendar. According to legend, the yellow calendar was originally created by the Yellow Emperor and became the wisdom of the working people of ancient China for thousands of years. As it is now, this old thing now seems to be gradually eliminated due to the continuous progress of the times, but at this moment, when Xiao Nanzhu is smoking a cigarette while leaning on the bedside to open it, Still can't help being attracted all of a sudden.

As far as I can see, three hundred and sixty-five dates are arranged in the form of a variety of beautiful and exquisite characters and animals. From traditional festivals to some international festivals that have only appeared in modern times, from four seasons to the most On the fifteenth day of the ordinary lunar day, the day did not fall. This didn’t seem to be particularly strange at first, but it was strange. When Xiao Nanzhu went up and looked at the exquisite and ancient-style paintings, he found every calendar in doubt. There are more or less weird things that he can't tell, such as the one he is turning to at the moment...Women's Day.

The woman who is in the mirror can't see her face clearly, but she has a graceful and graceful appearance. The back is unspeakable and charming. Just looking at it makes people think about it. The phoenix on her temples is lifelike. The beaded earrings and the vermilion shaded dress are also very beautiful. Logically speaking, this should It was a pretty normal picture of a lady's dressing, but the sharp-eyed Xiao Nanzhu still caught a few bottles and jars of modern cosmetics on the pear wood dressing table of this beautiful sister.

Of course, you can’t say that ancient women don’t wear makeup. After all, people also have to put on powder and apply yellow lip decals. Moreover, Xiao Nanzhu, a big man, is not good at judging whether he has bad eyesight, but What is even more strange is that when Xiao Nanzhu, who was frowning, moved his gaze to the side of the mandarin ducks playing on the water screen, he suddenly noticed that a bag had accidentally fallen behind the screen, revealing a corner... Whisper.

Xiao Nanzhu: "…………"

Immediately he closed the calendar in embarrassment. Xiao Nanzhu, who inexplicably felt that he was a bit stinky and rascal, touched his nose, and lost the thought of continuing to explore for a while. If the little fat carp who appeared and disappeared hastily made him doubt, then this amazing discovery is enough to convince him that the old lady of his family who has been working as a teacher for decades must have something. Things have been kept from him.

An almanac that he remembered at his house for at least fifteen years has been kept up to date. If he didn’t stay at home very rarely, he wouldn’t have discovered it until now, but What's the matter with these mysterious things hidden deep in the almanac......

Thinking about this, Xiao Nanzhu opened his eyes nervously this night. He used to work and rest regularly when he was in the army, but now he is completely disturbed. He inexplicably remembered what Situ Zhang had said to him before, and half of this thought was almost gone. He threw the divine and ghostly old almanac onto the coffee table in the living room. Later, out of a sense of inexplicable crisis, Xiao Nanzhu got up and stuffed it into the refrigerator.

There is nothing but two rotten eggs in the refrigerator that has not been used for half a year. The old almanac that was thrown in it looks a bit like suppressed demons and ghosts against the blue lighting in the refrigerator.

Xiao Nanzhu squinted his eyes and stuffed it a little bit uneasy. He went back to the room and started to sleep after confirming that the thing shouldn't get out of the refrigerator. After going to sleep, his messy brain fell into a rare peace, and in the dream, he actually dreamed of some things that happened when he was a child that he almost forgot.

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Xiao Nanzhu was not an obedient child when he was a child. Apart from being gentle to his grandmother, he was arrogant and arrogant to anyone. He also took lessons from him, and he also studied books, but the little hooligans near the school still came to him all day to learn about martial arts. At that time, Xiao Nanzhu moved his hands and didn't know the severity, and often beat the children who were looking for him and ran home crying, and every once in a while, his grandmother Xiao Xiao had to face each other. The list of medical expenses from home sighed for a long time.

"I said Anan, you... why did you break the head of another kid again?"

"If you don't break their heads, your grandson and my head will be broken."

Pushing the corners of his purple mouth tightly, the stinky boy who is only eleven or twelve dared to confront his elders like this. Grandma Xiao was so arrogant that she couldn't control her, so she had no choice but to make time to pick him up to and from school in person every day.

This kind of treatment was the only one among the children at the time. After all, everyone thought they were older children, and no one wanted to let their grandparents hold hands to send themselves to and from school. Xiao Nanzhu was naturally unwilling, but his grandma's temper was no better than him, and he could only hold back if he refused to accept it, and Situ Zhang even deliberately laughed at him every time. This kind of strict discipline has been maintained for a semester. During this period, Xiao Nanzhu never had any contact with the children. But once Grandma Xiao did not come because of something, Xiao Nanzhu was blocked by several older children. When the school was a bit miserable at the back door of the school and was being taught by a rare mistake, something happened in Xiao Nanzhu's mind for many years.

For a long time after that, Xiao Nanzhu remembered everything that happened that evening. Originally in a bad mood, he was stepped on his head by a pair of smelly rubber shoes that hadn't been used for several days, and his face was dirty and gray. He clenched his teeth and didn't want to beg for mercy, but the other two children kept pressing his arms and legs, they kept calling him a motherless **** in his ears, and the sound almost pierced his ears. It hurts, and at this moment, a strange woman suddenly appeared.

"What are you rascals doing! Believe it or not, I called your parents over! Ah! You are not allowed to run! You dare to run! You just want to run after hitting my son, right! Say! ! Which middle school! Oh, Zhang Da, I know your mother, the little Liu who sells vegetables in the market, right? Wait for me. I will tell your mother when I go shopping tomorrow... And you, are you Peng Jiajia? What were you doing just now? You hit someone when you grow up so tall, right..."

With a loud voice, the woman who scolded people like a machine gun helped him drive away the older children, and then gently picked him up from the ground. Xiao Nan, who was beaten with bruised eyes, blinked. She stared at this completely strange woman, and the woman patted the ashes on his body and then babbled and sighed. Seeing that Xiao Nanzhu was still silent, she sighed. , Then squeezed his face and said helplessly,

"Why don't you listen to adults, it deserves it. Go, come home with me."

Xiao Nanzhu didn't even know her.

But the voice was strange and gentle, warming his heart halfway, and he was sent home by the woman holding hands, not daring to say a word for a long time. He actually wondered in his heart whether this was the kind of villain who kidnapped children, but thinking about how old he is, he wouldn’t be able to buy a few money, and he didn’t worry much, and the woman didn’t seem to care about Xiao Nanzhu. With a defensive attitude, she just kept teaching him in a distressed and angry tone like every ordinary woman who was a mother, and Xiao Nanzhu, who had never heard these words since birth, didn’t even know herself. How did you follow her to finish the journey.

It was not until the door of his house that day that Xiao Nanzhu saw his grandma rushing out to meet them. As soon as his grandma saw this woman holding his hand, she was immediately relieved.

"Hey, what happened today...I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay, I'll go now."

The woman and his grandma simply said a few words and then walked into the house and disappeared. Xiao Nanzhu was taught by his grandma that day, but he never talked back. He also tentatively asked his grandmother who the woman was, but no one could embarrass her about what Mrs. Xiao did not want to say. Fortunately, Xiao Nanzhu is not a curious person. Even if he doesn’t know, he doesn’t bother to investigate carefully. But when he opened his schoolbag to do his homework that night, he suddenly saw the family that the Chinese teacher gave to them in class. operation.

"Classmates, today is Mother’s Day. Please go back and write a small composition on my mother. You can write about what happened in your daily life, or you can talk about what you did for your mother. Can you hand it in in the morning?"