Firecrackers are strictly controlled. If they are sold privately, there are many procedures and heavy taxes.

So this thing is very expensive, but it cannot be missed in life. You have to buy some of the fun events more or less.

Ordinary families don’t have that much spare money. They usually buy inferior products without formal procedures. It is common for ten thousand to beat 10,000 yuan or less. Sometimes a string of firecrackers only sounds more than a dozen times.

Of course there are no inferior products in the west of the city. Du Yong came to a shop that he often came to when he was a child and bought some firecrackers.

"Wow!"

Seeing so many, the little guy's eyes lit up and pulled Du Yong's pants: "Uncle, light the fragrance, light the fragrance!"

Du Yong nodded and asked the boss: "Boss, light one incense stick... three."

Three incense sticks are lit.

Little guys, Du Yong, Lingling, one for each.

As for Yang Jin, he was carrying firecrackers and toys.

After checking out, the little guy looked at Yang Jin with a gaze: "Uncle Guard, hurry up and disassemble a bunch."

Yang Jin laughed and said, "This square cannot be placed, it will blow up to someone else's. Go back to the alley and put it on."

The little guy pulled Du Yong's pants again: "Uncle, please walk faster."

Du Yong mentioned him: "It's so urgent, have you never played at home?"

The little guy looked dark: "Mom doesn't let her play, she stares at me practicing and memorizing all day long. I said I was so tired, but she immediately stared at me and said it wasn't for my own good."

Yang Jin and Lingling frowned loudly when they heard this.

Such a young child, who practices and memorizes all day long, isn’t he afraid of being tired?

It is not the same way to hope that your son will become a dragon.

Du Yong sighed secretly, smiled and quickened his pace: "Today I have fun with my uncle. I have bought so many firecrackers, are they all set? "

The little guy immediately became happy: "Okay, okay, it's better for Uncle Yong."

Back to the alley soon.

Yang Jin started to dismantle firecrackers, and bought a large one with a long lead, so it would not be so dangerous when children play.

Soon, he took a few strings and put them in two small cloth bags. Lingling took a bag and Du Yong took a bag and hung it around his waist.

The little guy was dissatisfied: "I want a bag, too."

Du Yong took out a firecracker and gave it to him: "I'll get it for you, don't bring it with you, it's inconvenient."

Actually, I'm afraid of danger.

The little guy said oh, put the firecrackers on the ground, squatted down, carefully stretched out the incense and ran back before it was lit, screaming in his mouth.

After running a few steps, he didn't hear the sound. He turned around and stared at him wide-eyed, but did not dare to go up.

"I'm so timid, I haven't lit it yet." Du Yong walked up and ignited the lead. The lead was burned out.

Bang!

The sound was quite loud, red paper confetti was scattered, and the smell of gunpowder poured into the nose.

"Wow!"

The little guys all jumped up.

Du Yong took out another one and handed it to the little guy: "Don't be afraid, just lit it and run away."

The little guy nodded vigorously, and did it again, finally ignited the lead. Seeing the fire flashing, he quickly stood up and ran back, hid behind Du Yong and glanced secretly.

Another snap, the little guy's face turned red with excitement, and he raised his head: "Uncle, come again, come again."

Du Yong took a few more and handed them to him: "Come one by one, be careful."

Lingling also started to let go, looking very happy.

There were endless crackling sounds in the alley, and blue smoke filled the air, mixed with excitement.

After the little guy put a few, he became much more courageous. He could pinch it in his hand and light it, and then throw it out.

Du Yong looked at him at any time, but he was not afraid of safety issues.

When Yang Jin saw the few people having fun, he came to Du Yong: "Is it so fun?"

Du Yong nodded: "It's okay."

Yang Jin looked at Lingling in the distance and lowered his voice: "You seem to have some worries. Is it because of that Captain Mo?"

Du Yong asked back: "In your opinion, does the one with the surname Mo apologize sincerely?"

"Of course," Yang Jin nodded without hesitation.

"Are you so sure? In my opinion, he wants to numb me." Du Yong was a little confused.

Yang Jin said in a deep voice: "It's not unreasonable to think so, after all, you must be careful of others. But I just observed it carefully and he was indeed involuntarily."

Du Yong frowned slightly: "What do you mean... don't take revenge on him?"

Yang Jin shook his head: "No matter whether he is involuntarily or not, he has to pay a price for his work, so revenge is necessary. But he doesn't seem easy to deal with, he is a tough battle. To move him, he must plan carefully."

Du Yong nodded: "I can't save it. He's just a scrap, I won't be impulsive."

Seeing that Lingling and the little guy had already returned, Yang Jin returned to the original topic: "Are you so happy to set off firecrackers?"

Du Yong laughed and said, "If you just put it on this, it's just a matter of making do with it. Fried the mud, frying the steak, frying cow dung, and frying wine pots, that's the real pleasure."

"Fried edible pits? Fried cow dung?"

Yang Jin was hilarious and curiously said: "When did you play that?"

Before Du Yong could reply, the little guy with sharp ears walked forward: "Uncle, I want to fried cow dung too."

"Of course it's good to fry cow dung, but there isn't here." Du Yong was very regretful.

The little guy is not an idle person, blinks his big eyes: "Then go and blow up the cesspool..."

Seeing that he was so expecting, Du Yong laughed: "It turns out that he is a man, don't be afraid of smell after waiting."

The little guy immediately pinched his nose and said vaguely: "I'm not afraid of smell, I'm not afraid of smell."

Lingling frowned: "Young master, do you really want to blow up the cesspool? Isn't it a bit unethical? What if someone happened to go to the thatched cottage?"

Du Yong showed a careless expression: "Isn't that more interesting if someone goes to the cottage?"

The little guy's eyes lit up and he quickly agreed: "Yes, yes!"

Lingling rolled her eyes and was speechless.

Yang Jin laughed in silence: "It's a mess, this is!"

Several people walked to the rear of the Hou's Mansion.

Yang Jin saw the horse house next to him and pulled Du Yong: "It's really unethical to blow up the cesspool, just fry the horse manure."

Du Yong nodded: "It's OK."

Rich families often use horse-drawn carriages when traveling, so they raise horses at home, and the Marquis' Mansion is no exception.

The horse house is not small, with a total of more than a dozen horses eating grass and feed.

Yang Jin carefully observed the horses and sighed: "These horses all look good, but they are far inferior to the horses in the northern border."

Good horses are in the northern border and plateau, middle horses are in Mengji, and second horses are in Dayan.

Dayan is very self-aware, so he attaches great importance to cultivation, but this work is difficult to do.

It is easy to breed a stallion from northern Xinjiang, but the ponies born do not have the endurance or speed. The so-called "Oranges grow in the south of Huai are oranges, and those grow in the north of Huai are tangerines", which is probably the case.

Therefore, the cavalry of Dayan is far inferior to that of the northern border and plateau, and is also inferior to Mengji.

In this era when cavalry was king, Dayan was able to maintain its overlord position because of the large number of people and strong city.

Crack, crack, crack, crack...

The sound of firecrackers sounded, horse manure splashed everywhere, and the horse neighed wildly.

The initiator, Lingling and the little guy, were running out hand in hand, accompanied by strange screams and crazy laughter.

Yang Jin and Du Yong were caught off guard and were splashed with horse manure. Fortunately, they protected their faces in time.

"Don't run!"

Du Yong carried a bucket of horse manure and placed it in the middle of the yard. He took out firecrackers from the small cloth bag and used them as hidden objects. He easily "falls" into the horse manure.

"Come back to me, I want to take revenge, I'm so angry that I want to run away. How could such a good thing happen?" Du Yong blew the fragrance in his hand and shouted at Lingling and the little guy.

"Ha ha!"

"whee!"

The little guy and Lingling hid behind the pillar, looked at Du Yong and Yang Jin in a mess, and laughed at him unrestrainedly, just not coming back.

Du Yong winked at Yang Jin, and quickly lit the firecrackers in the barrel.

Yang Jin shouted loudly, pushed his right palm through the air, poked the horse feces, and moved towards Lingling and the little guy.
To be continued...