On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I got up in the morning, and the only job was to paste couplets, which are the excellent traditions of the Chinese nation, and on the first day of the Lunar New Year, they are all the same.

"Taller!"

"A little to the left!"

"No, no, you put it down a little more!"

Song Shan clasped his hands and was doing the command work with ease.

"One will be high and one will be low, you come!" Song Jiang felt that he was not in place for a long time, and he was suddenly a little annoyed in his heart, without saying a word, he turned his head, and a pair of copper bell-like giant eyes were staring at Mu Jing, and said very unhappily.

"What's so angry at the beginning of the new year!"

Song Shan said curtly: "You don't have good eyes, you can't blame me, I'm giving you the standard!"

"Roll the calves!"

Song Jifang, the head of the family, stood up and said a fair word: "If you don't work, go on the side, your brother has been posting this for a long time, and he is tired of holding his hands, and you are still here to command indiscriminately!"

Next, Song Jifang and Song Jiang worked together, the gate, the small door, and the banner couplets were all pasted, and in the entire small courtyard, there was an atmosphere of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

In the new year, this courtyard suddenly looks a little different.

"Dad, Happy New Year, Wishing you prosperity, what about this red envelope?"

When he was working, he didn't see anyone, but after the work, Song Shan ran out again, and while he was talking, he opened his mouth with a long pair of hands, and said with a smile.

"How old are you!"

Song Jifang glared: "You have more money than me now, and you want me to give a red envelope, it's good not to let you honor me and your mother, think beautifully!"

"How old is this son, too!"

Song Shantian said shamelessly: "This is the New Year, if you don't give a red envelope, you can't say it!"

"It's all, it's all there!"

Chen Ruhui walked out of the inner room, and there was a string of red envelopes in her hand: "Old man, what nonsense, this is not married, they are all children of our family, naturally we have to give red envelopes, we have to make them prosperous this year!"

"It's still my mother's atmosphere!"

Song Shan didn't say a word and shifted his position.

"This is the boss!" Chen Ruhui opened Song Shan's head, she could clearly distinguish this rule, and the eldest son took the red envelope first.

"Thank you, Mom!"

Although Song Jiang didn't care about this money, he was still very happy with the red envelope.

"It's yours!"

Finally it was Song Shan's turn, and Song Shan jumped up and ran up to get the red envelope.

"Why is the boss so thick?"

Song Shan looked at it and was a little jealous.

"Because he's the boss!" Song Jin said with a smile: "It's normal for our brother to take a bigger red envelope!"

"Doesn't it mean that Mi'er is the most favored?"

Song Shan was a little depressed, depressed or something, the depressed red envelope was not as good as the boss.

"I'm the only one!" Song Xiu opened the red envelope and pouted: "Why do I have the least red envelopes!"

The old lady is old after all, not to mention the wealth in the family, the simple living habits she has developed for decades cannot be changed, stingy is a must for her life, and the boss barely has a four-person head.

But Song Jin, Song Shan, and Song embroidery, that is, eighty, fifty, thirty yuan, which is already very big compared to previous years.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I don't work, and I don't go to relatives.

However, it is normal to visit the door in the village, when every household is chatting about family life, and the neighbors and townships are also relatively close at this time.

You come to my house for a walk, and I'll come to your house to talk.

Anyway, this day is the most casual day.

Anything goes.

Whatever children want to eat, adults will be satisfied, because this is the first day of the Lunar New Year, which is the first day of the lunar calendar.

After lunch, the family played mahjong together.

Song Jifang sat next to him watching TV, Song Jiming, Song Hao, Song Jiang, Song Shan, the four of them sat on the mahjong table, the main reason is that Song Jifang's skills are too bad, and he fired guns nine times out of ten.

So I consciously ate melon seeds and watched TV on the side.

The relationship between Chen Ruhui and the eldest aunt is not bad, the two of them are chattering quietly next to them, there is something in that family, they are magnified to say, this gossip, hearing Song Jin and Song Xiu, the two little girls blushed.

"Da Jiang, let Xiao Hao go to work in your company after the year!"

Song Jiming played mahjong and said.

"I didn't even say I would!"

Song Hao glared at his father.

"You hang around outside all day, in the first half of last year, you were still doing it in Xiaotu's factory, and you don't know where to go in the second half of the year, you think you let your sister hide it from me, I don't know, run here and where to run all day, when will you settle down!"

Song Jiming was angry, and his voice was even louder: "Look at your two younger brothers, they are younger than you, and they are doing business in peace, they are all their own family, in Dajiang's company, he can still treat you badly!"

"I'm not going anyway!"

Song Hao said: "I want to start my own business!"

"What are you creating!" Song Jiming is a bit of an arrogant person: "Either you go to Dajiang's company, or you come back to the village and follow Shanzi, after our village opens the tunnel, the future will be much better, Shanzi is now selling vegetables, and there are more than ten or two hundred thousand incomes every day, it's not good to do something better than you!"

He is the head of the village and the vice president of Fengsheng Agriculture, and he knows the income of Fengsheng Agriculture best.

"What are you going to go back!" Song Hao stiffened his neck and said unconvinced: "What can there be in this house, Dad, you don't understand, the future is the era of the Internet, the world of the Internet, the industry will be eliminated, we have to keep up with the times, I use all the money to learn the Internet, I want to start a business on the Internet in the future!"

"Roll the calves!"

When Song Jiming heard this, he was very angry, he didn't understand what kind of network this was, he looked down on Song Hao's impetuousness when he wanted to play a play.

"Big brother, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, why are you angry with the child!" Song Jifang helped beside him: "Let Haozi do whatever he wants, let him do it, the young man doesn't let him break in, what big things can he do, this big river, Shanzi, don't I also let him go by himself?"

"You have a way to prevent us from breaking in!"

Song Shan pouted.

"What are you talking about?" Song Jifang glanced at his youngest son.

"Nothing!"

Song Shan was taken aback, and quickly flopped: "I mean, I draw myself, all the colors, give money!"

The two fathers and sons, Song Jiming and Song Hao, who were tense, were suddenly startled, glanced at each other, and then realized that they were on the mahjong table, and they couldn't fight among themselves, they had to be united, otherwise they would lose money.

"Uncle, Brother Haozi wants to break through, that's a normal thing!" Song Jiang said a fair word: "Young people have to break into society, if I didn't go out last year, wouldn't this be just an ordinary craftsman!"

"Or Dae understands me!"

Song Hao said.

"Da Jiang, how can Song Hao compare to you, he can't do anything except drive, he resigned in the second half of the year, he went to learn what kind of network, he didn't do his job every day, and that little money was not enough to eat!"

Song Jiming said: "In the future, he will marry a daughter-in-law, how can he have the money to buy a house!"

"Uncle, we are all young, we don't need to call for a house to marry a daughter-in-law like this, at this time, don't let Brother Haozi break through, he won't have the momentum in the future, marry a daughter-in-law and give birth to a son, isn't this all devoted to his wife and son?" Song Jiang glanced at the old lady in the distance, this was said to the old lady to hear.

"What are you talking about?"

Song Chen's seizure was very fast, she glared: "Don't bully your mother who hasn't read, start a family, start a family in front, don't have a family, what kind of business, I'll put my words here today, whether you are good, Shanzi or Shanzi, including Haozi, give me a blind date this year, I don't expect you to make much money, but you must hurry up and marry a daughter-in-law!"

"My brother and sister are right!"

The eldest aunt helped: "If you don't become a family, how to start a business, you don't think about it for us, if you don't marry your daughter-in-law and have a son now, we will all be old in the future, can you still help you take your son!"

"Old man thoughts!"

Song Shan muttered.

The old man's idea is to be able to hold his grandson and bring up his grandson while he is young, which is the sense of accomplishment of the old man.

"Huh!"

Song Jin snickered beside him.

"What are you laughing at!" This Song Chen's firepower target shifted instantly: "Don't look at it, how old are you, this boy is older, he can find a daughter-in-law if he has money, but you are a girl, if you are old, even if you have money, you can't get married, you have to hurry!"

"Jin'er, it's time to hurry, my Wan'er is about the same age as you, this first child has come out, you still have to hurry, what will you do in the future!"

Song Jin was blindsided all of a sudden.

I just laughed a little, and all the fire was coming at me.

Depressed, she was very depressed.

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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it is a family together, chattering and chatting, talking about the east, talking about the west, mixing and talking, as long as you are happy, you will come.