By New Year's Eve, Yunfang had planned to rest, considering how busy she'd been these past few days—she really wanted to enjoy the holiday, and they could afford to not earn that little bit of extra money for one day. But she was the only one in the family who thought this way; everyone else was eager for the earnings, especially Dashuan. He'd been selling fireworks with Yunfang these past few days, and the amount of money that passed through his hands each day was far more than the two or three hundred that Li Xianglian and the others made. His pocket was stuffed with two or three thousand every day. When it came to the choice between resting at home and going out to make money, he definitely leaned toward the latter.
"As long as the family is together, any time can be New Year's. Besides, they were only going to go out for the morning and would be home in the afternoon in time for New Year's dinner. They wouldn't miss a thing."
