Song Taigong's house, in the middle hall---

Filled with smoke, on a Taishi chair sat the ancestor of the Song family--- wearing a jujube red Chinese-style long jacket, and the cloth was embroidered with bowls of the word "Shou".

Generally speaking, this kind of clothes are worn by "old" people, that is, what everyone often calls "longevity clothes", ordinary people will not wear them, and they look unlucky, but it is different when worn to Song Taigong, he is not only not unlucky, but also very happy, because he is eighty-nine years old this year, which is the threshold of "angry Hades".

At this moment, Mrs. Song was sitting in a precarious position, with a gray beard, white hair on her head, a thin face, and a strong spirit, which looked very magnificent.

Behind the Song Taigong, there is a long incense case, carved from pear blossom wood, engraved with the pattern of eight immortals, and the ancestral tablets of the Song family are placed on the incense case, as well as the statue of the three Qing gods.

This was not allowed in the past, because there were feudal superstitious thoughts, and the ancestral tablets of the Song family were almost confiscated and burned when the four olds were broken.

Now, Taigong Song is also old, but he has become the living ancestor of the Song family, and no one can replace this kind of glory.

Song Taigong sat down, and the others lined up according to their generations, holding gifts in their hands, and one by one they stepped forward to kowtow to Song Taigong to pay New Year's greetings.

"Old brother, I wish you a long life and a hundred years old, and Song Lao Liu has given you a New Year's greeting!" an old man presented two bottles of good wine in his hand.

"Dad, my son Song Jianguo has kowtowed to you for the New Year!" Song Jianguo put the new clothes he had prepared early in the morning on the table next to his grandfather.

"Hello Taigong, grandson Song Jianren has kowtowed to you for the New Year!" As the grandson of Song Taigong's relatives, Song Jianren served a handful of pastries made into the shape of longevity peaches.

Like dumplings, everyone stepped forward one after another, and they all kowtowed to Song Taigong to pay New Year's greetings and give gifts.

Song Taigong is also well prepared, juniors and the like, each has a red envelope to take --- to open and take a look, but the red envelope is also divided into grades, the lowest is only one dollar, followed by two yuan, some are closer, or more pleasing to the prince, open it and look at it is five yuan, some are particularly pleasing, and you can receive ten yuan.

Those young people who are about the same age as Song Zhichao have almost kowtowed to Taigong and paid New Year's greetings.

One of them received a red envelope of ten yuan, two received a red envelope of five yuan, three received a red envelope of two yuan, and the other four girls were all red envelopes of one yuan--- which shows that Song Taigong is more "patriarchal" and has a very serious feudal mentality.

Song Zhichao was at the end of the line, and soon, it was his turn to play.

Before going on the field, his father Song Haiming also pulled Song Zhichao aside and muttered a few words, to the effect that how to speak well and please the princess.

Although Song Zhichao didn't care about this, in order to reassure his father, he still agreed and promised him that he would speak well.

While speaking, someone called out Song Zhichao's name, and Song Zhichao knew that it was his turn.

Song Zhichao stepped forward, glanced at Song Taigong, who was sitting on the Taishi chair like an antique, and said with a smile: "Grandchild Song Zhichao, give New Year's greetings to Taigong and your old man, I wish you a happy New Year and all the best!"

To say that Song Taigong still has some impressions of Song Zhichao, the younger generation, mainly because his son is often compared with Song Haiming, and his grandson Song Jianren is often compared with this Song Zhichao, and Song Taigong cares more.

At this moment, there are good and obedient words and auspicious words spoken by Song Zhichao in his ears, it is undeniable that Song Taigong is very comfortable and happy to listen to it, but soon he is unhappy, because he saw the gift presented by Song Zhichao.

To be precise, it was a gift carefully prepared by Song Haiming--- a pair of old cotton shoes embroidered with the word longevity, which was specially sewn by his wife Wang Jinfeng for Song Taigong.

Such a gift is very meaningful in Song Haiming's opinion, after all, it is sewn by his mother-in-law, but in the eyes of Song Taigong, it looks very shabby.

"You are Ah Chao, I heard your father say that you went to the south to work, when will you come back?" asked Mrs. Song politely.

"I only got home yesterday. Song Zhichao said.

"I just came back--- just came back to see me, I have a heart. ”

"Give the third uncle your old man a New Year's greeting, you should be. "Song Zhichao is neither humble nor arrogant.

Song Taigong smiled: "Very good, come, take the red envelope!" As he spoke, he took out the prepared red envelope and handed it to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao took it and stepped back.

Song Taigong never looked at him again, and the atmosphere seemed very cold.

As soon as Song Zhichao retreated, the person named Song Jian brought people to surround him, "Ah Chao, take it apart and see how much the prince gave!"

Song Jianren was the only one who received a ten-yuan red envelope just now--- you must know that ten yuan is not a small amount in this era, and being able to receive such a big red envelope can be regarded as "pampering", at this moment, Song Jianren was even more proudly provocative.

Song Zhichao smiled silently, fighting wits and strength with these people is simply reducing IQ.

Song Jianren and the others thought that Song Zhichao was too embarrassed to open it because he was afraid of face, so he coaxed even more: "It's okay, everyone has opened it--- you take it less, and no one laughs at you!"

Song Zhichao didn't bother to pay attention to the things they --- for more than a dozen yuan, and he wouldn't pick them up if they fell to the ground, so how could he put them in his eyes.

Song Zhiyue was silent, and the more energetic Song Jianren's gang became.

"Take it apart and take a look, see how much Taigong hurts you!"

"yes, don't be embarrassed, we don't laugh at you!"

"People are high-level workers working in the south, and they may not care about this money at all. ”

"Let's take it apart---!"

Song Jianren saw that Song Zhichao was still unmoved, so he stepped forward with an arrow, directly snatched the red envelope in Song Zhichao's hand, and threw it to a person next to him: "Open it and take a look!"

Song Zhichao didn't expect this Song Jian person to make a move, so he was a little unhappy, and his face became gloomy.

If it is those high-level personnel of the Song Group, or a bigwig politician who knows Song Zhichao, he will definitely be shocked when he sees Song Zhichao's expression at this time, and he is afraid that he will not even dare to breathe.

It's a pity that Song Jianren and the others didn't know this, and they were amusing themselves with red envelopes at --- moment.

Finally unpacked.

Don't say that Song Jianren, a group of people who have nothing to do, are very curious, even the girls of the same age gathered around and wanted to see this, the handsome Song family brother (younger brother) received a lot of red envelopes.

Red Envelope Unwrapping ---

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

I saw that the red envelope was not ten yuan, nor five yuan, nor two yuan, but a mere one yuan!

That's right, it's one dollar--- one dollar that only girls receive!

This is Song Zhichao's red envelope!