Yang Ruoqing was also laughing next to her, "Auntie, mother, you two are just too worried. Xiaojie understands these things. She said that on purpose to make you happy!"

Xiaojie and Yang Ruoqing winked, very playfully.

Yang Ruoqing pinched her nose, and the cousins ​​looked at each other and smiled.

Da Sun also laughed: "I also teased her on purpose!"

Xiaojie curled her lips and said, "You really believe it, now you are so stubborn."

Mrs. Sun raised her hand and pretended to hit Xiaojie. Xiaojie shouted exaggeratedly: "Mom, this is the first time I come back for the New Year, you can't hit me!"

Mrs. Sun took her hand back again and said with a smile: "If I don't want to be poor like you, I will go to the kitchen to help your sister-in-law cook!"

"I'll go too, let's see what delicious dishes my sister-in-law cooks!"

When they went to the kitchen, Mrs. Sun and Yang Ruoqing laughed and said, "It's so lively with so many people!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, looking at the contentment on Mrs. Sun's face, and then went to look at the Eight Immortals table, where Gong Gong, father, uncle, and uncle were sitting in a circle, drinking tea and making family arrangements, talking about how much they drank during each New Year meal.

Men are also very satisfied with soju.

The festive atmosphere of the first lunar month of the Chinese New Year is very strong, and the authentic local style is present.

Seeing Feng'er, Shunzi, Jiaojiao and other children running around and playing in the yard from the window, Yang Ruoqing felt a sense of emotion in her heart.

Although in later generations, science and technology and information have become more developed in all aspects, materials are more abundant, and spiritual life is more fulfilling.

Children of later generations go to amusement parks, watch movies, eat KFC, attend various training classes, participate in various studies and summer camps...

These may seem dazzling, and seem to be happier than the children of this era, but in fact that is a misunderstanding.

Children of later generations live in high-rise buildings like pigeon cages, wandering around in the green belt of the community, followed by their parents.

The neighbors who live in the same unit upstairs and downstairs rarely move around. Children of this era follow the adults to visit relatives and friends, and play unscrupulously in the front and back of the yard.

I was excited when the plum blossom tree in the yard bloomed for the first time. Several friends gathered in a circle and watched it with great interest.

Yang Ruoqing even heard Shunzi inviting Feng'er, Jiaojiao and the others to go with him to the big pig pen in the backyard of his home to look at the pigs, saying that an old sow had just given birth to a litter of piglets a few days ago.

The children cheered and ran to the backyard together.

They played together when they were young, and if nothing happens when they grow up, they will move around a lot most of the time.

Unlike later generations, they were obviously cousins ​​when they were young, but gradually drifted apart as they grew up. Even if everyone is in the same family WeChat group, they can usually avoid bubbling up.

If someone uploads a photo of himself playing outside in the circle of friends, he has to give the other person a cold thumbs out of affection, but in his heart he is complaining: It’s a pretense!

Therefore, if Yang Ruoqing was really allowed to choose, she would rather stay in this world.

Being a child of this world is actually very happy.

Of course, the premise is that the family must be able to uncover the pot, and the parents and relatives are still alive. It is best not to be burned by the flames of war and to have peace.

I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times.

"Today we all come to Lao Ga Gong's house for reunion. It's so lively. Your aunt Zhuang Zhuang must have also gone to the fourth house to visit us, right? Why haven't you heard the sound of firecrackers yet?"

In the fire barrel, Mrs. Sun was holding Tuan Tuan in her arms, teasing her while chatting casually with Yang Ruoqing.

After Sun's reminder, Yang Ruoqing also remembered that her aunt's schedule today was to visit the fourth house to pay her New Year greetings.

"Logically speaking, your aunt and the others should have arrived in the fourth room by now, right? I wonder if Hongmei will go?" Ms. Sun started talking to herself again.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "Don't wonder if Hongmei will go. I even suspect that my aunt and the others will be turned away if they go to the fourth room!"

Gu XiSun was surprised: "How do you say this?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, have you forgotten that from New Year's Eve to the second day of the Lunar New Year, my fourth aunt never came over to visit us?"

After being reminded by Yang Ruoqing, Sun suddenly remembered that this was really what happened.

The four younger siblings who usually come here five or six times a day have not shown up for a day and two nights.

"I came here to hang out in the afternoon on New Year's Day, but I haven't been here since New Year's Eve. Maybe I'm busy at home." Mrs. Sun thought about the reason for Mrs. Liu, "They go to your fourth aunt's house every New Year's Day to pay New Year's greetings.

Yes, this is the second day of the Lunar New Year. Ju'er and the others are also coming back to pay New Year's greetings. I guess they won't be free. I will definitely come over and visit when they are free."

Yang Ruoqing secretly twitched her lips, well, what she and Sun were talking about were not on the same channel at all.

Old house, four bedrooms.

Yang Huamei hugged Zhuangzhuang, followed by Dabai and Xiaohei.

Dabai, like Dazhi, also carried a load of gifts on his shoulders. Xiaohei stood beside him, sleepy-eyed and yawning.

Yesterday at noon he was a guest at his third uncle Yang Huazhong's house. He ate too much and his stomach was full. He got up in the middle of the night and ran to the toilet four times, and finally stopped in the middle of the night.

So much so that during breakfast, Yang Huamei cooked porridge specially for him to regulate his stomach. As a result, he felt nauseous when he saw the food.

He wanted to go back to the house to catch up on his sleep in the morning without going anywhere, but Yang Huamei came to the bed with a feather duster and whipped him.

Yang Huamei's original words were as follows: "Today Zhuangzhuang is going to your fourth uncle's house. No matter how sleepy your brother-in-law is, you have to get up and go with me. It's crowded and lively. If you dare not go, I will

I’ll beat you to death with a feather duster!”

Xiao Hei felt that his mother had changed.

Since her eldest grandson Zhuangzhuang was born, the importance of her younger son in her heart has plummeted.

Xiao Hei was not convinced, but he was a coward and did not dare to resist in person, so he could only reluctantly follow out the door.

He didn't sleep well last night, his energy was greatly reduced, and his stomach was still aching. When he came out, he was hit by the cold wind outside, and he huddled up with his arms in his arms, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

When I arrived at the door of my fourth uncle's house, I found that the door was closed and my uncle's snoring could be heard in the house.

"Mom, we're here to find you. My fourth uncle and fourth aunt haven't gotten up yet! I'll go home and take a nap!"

Xiao Hei folded his arms and huddled up, begging Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei glared at Xiao Hei, "If you keep talking nonsense about going back to catch up on sleep, I won't slap you!"

Xiaohei, shut up.

Yang Huamei withdrew her gaze, looked at the closed door of the fourth room, and frowned.

"Dabai, go over and knock on the door!" She suppressed her anger and ordered Dabai.

Dabai looked at the closed door with a red couplet posted on it. Dabai looked embarrassed and smiled awkwardly and said, "Mom, it's not convenient for me to carry things, so you better go ahead!"

Yang Huamei gouged out Dabai again, but still hugged Zhuangzhuang and went forward to knock on the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

Yang Huamei was holding back her anger, so she started banging on the door very vigorously.

It can be described as smashing the door.

The snoring inside suddenly stopped, and Yang Huaming asked in a vague and nasal voice: "Which one? What are you shooting for? Go aside!"

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Chapter completed!