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"Son, you are going to the Song family to pay New Year's greetings tomorrow?" Akira Tian Niang's eyes flashed and she asked with a hint of words: "Zijuan hasn't come often recently."

He often came. After a late return home, the fearful Song couple gathered together. Meng Youtian was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "It's normal to wish you a New Year to the Lord's family. Spring is coming soon, and you still have to plant other people's land!"

Akitan Niang curled her lips gently. She didn't understand why the lame son was so popular. Zijuan's girl looked at her son with a little wrong look. Ah Xiu was so good, sensible, diligent, and able to endure hardships. Zijuan, a lady from a wealthy family, would not suffer if she got married!

After thinking about it, Aotian Niang started to stumble indirectly, and Meng Youtian also said, "Son, you are eighteen years old. You should have someone who knows the cold and the hot. For example, you have been hoeing in the field for a long time and when you get home, you will feel cold when you touch the kang mat and lift the lid of the pot. How tired you are, you have to carry water and firewood to light the fire. If you have a good wife, you will have a close word when you enter the door, and you will have a smile waiting. The tiredness of your body will make you relax. If you have any grievances in your heart, you will feel happy. We are poor and small families, but we can't afford to support the ladies of other people's wealthy families."

Meng Youtian didn't say anything. He liked Zijuan and didn't feel anything about the village girl who couldn't read a big word. He felt that he could talk to Zijuan. Besides, Zijuan was not as lazy as her mother said. She was a lazy lady who couldn't do some things. Some jobs should not be done by women, and she would be qualified if she could cook. Well, Zijuan had to exercise more legs and feet, and she would be hiding in the future.

"Why didn't the New Year sound this time?" Meng Youtian changed the topic and said dyingly: "I'll go outside and fire two shots, just pretending it was fire."

"Stay honestly?" Arita Niang glared at her eyes and scolded unhappily: "Those who fired guns and firecrackers just think that my mother was nagging and didn't want to sit in the house?"

"Where is it?" Meng Youtian smiled, and sat back half of his butt.

"Mom is a person who has experienced it, and this is not good for your own good." Arida Niang continued, "Where are you, you have to think about it."

"Think about it, I think about it every day." Meng Youtian felt perfunctory and felt that there was nothing to do. It was really boring. In this evil old society, there was no entertainment during the Chinese New Year.

Arida Niang shook her head gently. It was the New Year, and she didn't want to say anything that made her son disappoint. She couldn't help but feel a little bit of what she said. Oh, who knows!

Staying up all night is a habit of the Chinese New Year. Poor families can't afford firecrackers and big red candles that make pounds of pounds, but it will also make the stove full of fire, and there is always a ray of incense burning in front of the stove. Everyone yearns for a better life. Even if they don't believe that the kitchen master and the wealth god really have any spiritual response, they are willing to make the house a little bright and warm.

Meng Youtian had already gone out to see the stars three times, and the cool breeze blew three times, but he still couldn't help but feel sleepy. Man'er's little head hangs down from time to time, and she also fell asleep, but she was still strong. Ai Tian Niang and A Xiu were very good. They had work in their eyes and hands, either adding fire to the stove, replacing the incense, sitting on the kang to collect soles, sewing the uppers, and eating some pine nuts and peanuts from time to time, and chatting for a while.

"Brother Aritian, please lie down and stare for a while!" Ah Xiu said to Meng Youtian with some amusement, "Go out and have a breath of wind, don't catch a cold."

"I really have to sleep for a while." Meng Youtian smiled embarrassedly and said, "Mom, my son is so sleepy that he can't stand it."

Aotian Niang felt sorry for her son, nodded helplessly, hugged the sleepy Man'er, let her pillow her on her legs, and covered her with a quilt. With A Xiu accompanying her, she really has to stay up all night!

After sleeping in a daze for two or three hours, there were a few firecrackers outside, and Meng Youtian woke up (). My mother and Axiu were busy laying dumplings in the outer room, and laughter was heard from time to time. According to the rules, if you eat dumplings on the first day of the New Year, you should eat them early so that you can get the New Year greetings.

He was one year older, and Meng Youtian couldn't say he was happy or moved. He sat for a while, walked out of the house, lit the small lantern hanging on the yard gate, and looked at the light passing through the red paper.

In a few months, it will be the tragic era of the national war of resistance. What role will he play and what kind of life will he live? Although Meng Youtian is still nervous, he is not depressed. Just like this little lantern, the dark night is pitch and boundless. Can he light up the soul lamp in his heart and see his ugliness, cowardice and selfishness, be a brave man and win in the difficult struggle? He kept asking himself.

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It's eighteen years old, and the 18-year-old girl has no one yet! Living in this big yard, others envious of her, but she looks like a cage. Zijuan finished washing up, put on her bright New Year's clothes, and sat in her room waiting for Meng Youtian to come to pay New Year's greetings.

Since she was robbed by Jiulongtang last time, although Mr. Song was not sure about his daughter's safety, he didn't want to be afraid anymore, so he looked at Zijuan firmly. These days, Zijuan and Meng Youtian only met once, but he still said a few words. Guyu sent a letter to the two of them several times, but Zijuan was still not satisfied. She envied the sisters in the village, who were free and free. If they had a good relationship, they could meet secretly. There were willow forests and broken caves in winter, and they could still burrow the fields in summer. Zijuan thought about it, and she couldn't help but cover her hot face. She was so ashamed... When the door rang, Zijuan jumped up and ran to the window to look at it.

"Sister Zhang, happy New Year." Meng Youtian politely wished Mrs. Zhang who opened the door.

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Zhang was wearing a new blue cloth coat. Seeing Meng Youtian smiling happily, she hurriedly asked into the hall and whispered: "The master is taking a nap, Zijuan has been waiting for you for a long time."

Meng Youtian smiled and nodded slightly, "Well, this material was not given away for nothing. Gu Yu has long been a spy. After the experience of Lianggangzhuang, and now Mr. Zhang has been added, the blind old Yuan is much more kind to him, only hiding it from Mr. Song and his wife. Hehe, the Song family is all their own!

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