On New Year's Eve, the family sat around the kang, enjoying a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.
After cleaning up the dishes, Su Ziqin took the lead, with four children following him to the courtyard to set off fireworks and firecrackers with other village children, playing happily.
With a smiling face, Li Xiu'e took out a small box from the corner of the bed, opened it, and took out a few strands of money. She divided them into several parts, wrapped them in red paper, preparing New Year gift money for the children who would come to visit on the first day of the New Year.
"Brother Meng really has a big appetite. He ate four steamed buns in one meal, more than you do."
As she folded the paper packets, she thought of Wang Meng's appetite and couldn't help but smile.
"This boy has innate divine strength. He carries more firewood from the mountain than I do."
