As the last firework faded, darkness enveloped the village again.
Li Qiao was sleepy, so he washed up and went to bed. On the first day of the new year, the young people who followed Qin Jin to make money began to pay their New Year's visits, one after another, carrying gifts.
Old Mrs. Qin was busy entertaining guests all morning before she finally had a chance to rest.
While sitting in the courtyard soaking up the sun, Yu Feng passed by the entrance and deliberately said, "They've all left, huh? I'm going to say something unpleasant."
Old Mrs. Qin responded, "If you know it's unpleasant, why say it?"
Yu Feng continued regardless, "These people only suck up to Jin because he's useful to them. The moment he stops making money for them, they'll run away faster than anyone." Then she left.
Old Mrs. Qin snorted coldly.
The money for Jin's wedding was raised collectively by those rascals.
