At noon, everyone had tea eggs, so you can take them as a snack.

In the afternoon, all the men in the village went to the Earth Temple in the south of the village to burn incense and worship the Earth God.

In the village, smoke curled up from the chimneys of every house.

The aromas of food and wine mixed together and filled the air.

In the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house, Sun and Yang Ruolan were busy.

In another courtyard separated by a wall, Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian were also cooking New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing stood by the pot, holding a bowl of hot tea in her hand, watching her mother-in-law and aunt at work, and chatting with them.

It was finally getting dark, and Yan Huaian and Blacksmith Luo hung up red lanterns in the main room in the front yard.

Everyone brought the food to the front yard, Blacksmith Luo set off a firecracker, and everyone began to sit down to eat.

Yang Ruoqing saw the empty seat beside her, and felt a sour feeling in her heart.

It’s New Year’s Eve dinner at home, Tangyazi, what are you doing?

have you eaten?

Did you drink?

Is it cold?

are you hungry?

Without you, the New Year’s Eve dinner would lose most of its flavor...

…

"Qing'er, come, let's eat some food. When Tang Yazi comes home, we'll make another one for him alone."

Tuoba Xian noticed Yang Ruoqing's depressed mood, gave her a chopstick of food, and persuaded her.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and looked at the elders in front of her.

One is Tang Yazi's biological mother, and the other is Tang Yazi's uncle who raised Tang Yazi.

At this time, the two of them must be in a bad mood.

But she still had to force a smile and care about her pregnant daughter-in-law.

Yang Ruoqing felt a little guilty. Tang Yazi was not at home, so she should shoulder his share of responsibilities, taking care of and comforting her elders.

"Mom, uncle, you all eat."

She came to her senses and raised her chopsticks with a smile.

"Tang Yazi is not at home, so we all need to be nice, so that he won't worry and can concentrate on handling matters in the military camp."

The New Year's Eve dinner was held in a cheerful atmosphere. After the meal, Blacksmith Luo prepared New Year's gifts and accompanied his niece-in-law Yang Ruoqing to Yang Huazhong's place to pay New Year's greetings.

"Uncle, I can do this alone. Just rest at home." Yang Ruoqing said.

Blacksmith Luo said: "Tangya is at home, and as an uncle, I should fulfill this filial duty for him."

"Besides, Qing'er, you have such a big belly, my uncle is worried!"

In this case, Yang Ruoqing did not refuse.

After eating a few bites of New Year's Eve dinner at Yang Huazhong's place, Yang Ruoqing went to the old house with her father and younger brother as usual to pay New Year's greetings to Lao Yangtou and the others.

Unexpectedly, in the east room where Old Yangtou and the others were, in addition to people from each room of the Old Yang family, Yang Hualin also came.

Everyone was sitting, but Yang Hualin stood alone at the entrance. Old Yangtou and Mr. Tan deliberately ignored Yang Hualin.

Others were too sensible not to talk to Yang Hualin.

Yang Hualin stood there alone, looking slightly embarrassed.

But when the people from the third room came in, the room was boiling.

Old Yangtou was busy greeting Yang Huazhong and everyone to sit down. Tan took out a small dustpan from behind, filled with melon seeds, peanuts and other things, and distributed it to Xiao An and other children.

"Qing'er, you have a big belly, so don't come here at night!"

Old Yangtou looked at Yang Ruoqing lovingly and said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing also responded with a smile: "This New Year's Eve, no matter how big your belly is, you still have to come over to pay New Year's greetings to your grandparents!"

Old Yang nodded repeatedly: "Well, I know you are a good boy and filial."

In the room, other people were also there wishing each other happy New Year and saying auspicious words.

The children all swarmed to Tan's bedside and ate from the dustpan.

After a while, footsteps were heard outside. It turned out that Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi were coming.

Yang Huamei held Xiao Hei in her arms, while Wang Shuanzi held Da Bai on his shoulders.

A family of four entered the house, and the house was boiling again.

On New Year's Eve, the New Year greeters in this village are just like watching the lanterns.

One group was sent away, and another group came.

As time went by, Yang Huaming went to play cards, and Yang Yongjin and Cao Bamei took Xiuxiu to Sun's house at the entrance of the village.

Bao Suyun took Dabao and Mianmian back to the house to sleep.

Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi were about to get up and go back.

Mrs. Tan warned Wang Shuanzi: "I heard your father-in-law say that Dabai sat on your shoulders when he came in?"

Wang Shuanzi smiled and replied: "Yes, he just likes to sit like that."

Tan frowned: "It's okay during the day, but don't sit like that at night."

"Ah? Why, mother-in-law?" Wang Shuanzi asked.

Tan said: "Children are no better than adults. Children's yang and fire are weak, so it is best to hold them in your arms when walking at night."

"Sitting on the shoulder, so high, you can see Dabai in all directions. I'm always afraid that the child will be frightened."

Hearing this, Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi looked at each other, both of them a little scared.

So, the couple held the two babies in their arms all the way back.

After a long time, the only people left in the east room were Lao Yang, his wife, Yang Huazhong, Yang Huazhou, and Yang Hualin, who was standing near the door.

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou have had a habit since they separated their families.

Every New Year's Eve, I would come over and spend most of the night chatting with Lao Yangtou.

They didn’t disperse until early in the morning when the doors opened, and this year was no exception.

At this moment, Old Yangtou's eyes finally fell on Yang Hualin at the door of the house.

They sat here drinking tea and talking for most of the night.

Deliberately ignoring Yang Hualin, he stood at the door of the house for most of the night.

"Second brother, please go back. There is still a crazy woman locked up in the house. If you have been away for so long, she might cause trouble again." Old Yangtou couldn't help but make a sound.

Yang Hualin was excited when he heard that Old Yangtou was finally willing to pay attention to him.

He moved a little closer to the bed, rubbed his hands that had become stiff from the cold, and smiled apologetically at the two elders beside the bed.

"This New Year's Eve, I also want to come and sit with my parents and have a good conversation."

"Last year during the Chinese New Year, I didn't show up, and I felt very guilty..." Yang Hualin said.

Hearing his words, Old Yang snorted.

He remained silent, but felt a little benefit in his heart.

Over there, Yang Hualin continued: "Besides, Fu'er Niang seems to be a lot better these days because of the medicine."

"Tonight's New Year's Eve dinner is still the firewood she helped me stuff. Before, she was going crazy all day long and couldn't stop." Yang Hualin said.

"What?" Old Yangtou was so shocked that the pipe in his mouth almost fell to the ground.

Tan, Yang Huazhong, Yang Ruoqing and others next to them all thought they had heard wrongly.

Mr. Tan was the first to come to his senses and sneered, "Are you talking nonsense?"
Chapter completed!