Today's reunion dinner is earlier than in the past, and it is usually served at four or five o'clock in the afternoon.

Traditional families like Zhang Hao are no exception.

It's as if the whole society is comparing, than whose New Year's dinner is eaten earlier.

A room of people talked and laughed, ate slowly, and although Zhang Hao's stomach could no longer hold up, he continued to sit and listen to the elders.

Today's protagonist is Zhang Yuanjiang.

He started with his son and went all the way to Peng Li, the future granddaughter-in-law.

The old man's words were listened to carefully.

After speaking, the elders will give red envelopes to the juniors.

Although Zhang Kuidu is more than forty years old, in the eyes of the old man, he is still a child.

Sending red envelopes is auspicious.

The old man first took out a red envelope from the right pocket of his clothes, touched it, it was relatively thin, and then handed it to Zhang Kui.

Zhang Kui gladly accepted it, it was his father's intention.

The old man took out a red envelope from the left pocket of his clothes and handed it to his daughter-in-law Li Shufen.

Then he took out a red envelope from the left pocket of his pants and handed it to Zhang Hao.

"Thank you!" Zhang Hao took it in his hand and tried it, the red envelope was a little swollen, and he smiled, at least there was a six-six shun.

Finally, the old man took out a red envelope from the right pocket of his pants and handed it to Peng Li, and said with a smile: "Xiaoli, come, take it!"

Peng Li was not too embarrassed to pick it up, and was very hesitant.

"Xiaoli, grandpa will give it to you, you can take it, and you will enter the house, there is nothing to scruple about!" Li Shufen said on the side.

"If you want to enter Zhang's house, take it!" Zhang Hao said.

Peng Li had no choice but to stretch out her hand, take the red envelope, get up and say, "Master, thank you." ”

"Eh, okay, good girl, grandson, do you hear me, the girl's family is calling Lord, if you come back next year with the same girl, I won't send red envelopes!"

Zhang Yuanjiang was reminding Zhang Hao that his words were a bit inappropriate, but the family knew what they meant.

Peng Li was delighted, the most dignified elders of the Zhang family all spoke, which was equivalent to acknowledging that she was the Zhang family.

Good things come and go.

Li Shufen also took out two red envelopes, one for Zhang Hao and one for Peng Li.

"Xiaoli, come, a little bit of Auntie's heart!" Li Shufen said.

When the daughter-in-law brings her to the door, she must express it, not to mention that it is still the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Zhang Kui then took out two red envelopes, one for each person.

As soon as Peng Li sat down, she got up again and shouted, "Uncle!"

Li Shufen thought to herself, if only she could call Mom.

It's not the time yet, so I didn't put that little bit of caution on the table.

Zhang Hao glanced sideways and found that the red envelope in Peng Li's hand was much thicker than in his hand, and she was on top of three of herself.

can only sigh that the elders' love for themselves is thin, which is obviously reflected in the amount of red envelopes.

After eating, Peng Li followed Li Shufen and was busy cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

Came to Zhang's house for two days, doing housework is a little tiring, but very fulfilling, before at home, parents are themselves as the pearl of their palms, everything is in charge of themselves, if you get married in the future, vegetables, rice, oil and salt, pots and pans are their own business, and I have learned a lot behind my future mother-in-law.

In the evening, the family sat in front of the TV on time to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Nowadays, there are very few people like the Zhang family who still wait for the Spring Festival Gala every year.

After the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, they either went out or stayed at the table.

In fact, Zhang Hao's parents are not very interested in today's Spring Festival Gala, but I heard that the program of this year's Spring Festival Gala is related to their son, and they must give face and support a scene.

"It's on, it's on!" The old man shouted excitedly.

For people of Zhang Yuanjiang's age, the Spring Festival Gala is not only a gala, but also a memory of an era.

The host of the Spring Festival Gala is still the pillar of CCTV.

After a joyful opening remark, the first show was introduced.

And then the second program,

The third program,

……

It's exciting, but it's not creative, and it's a bit exhausting.

End of the seventh program.

The beautiful and dignified host Li Sisi and the handsome and handsome Nigmat took the stage.

Summarize the previous two sentences, and then give a brief introduction to the following program.

"Lord, Mom and Dad, look, our village's show is about to go on stage!" Zhang Hao came to the spirit, sat upright and said.

On TV, Nigmai asked: "Sisi, in your impression, is there a special strength that can overcome all difficulties and obstacles!"

Li Sisi replied with a smile: "Yes, what impresses me the most is the power of thousands of our people to work together to unite and create a better life!"

The curtain opened behind the two of them.

A group of plainly dressed civilians began their performance.

The expression is rich and the voice is full of emotion.

The suona drum sound is subdued and frustrated, complementing each other.

There is also the realm of spring and white snow, high and low.

Zhang Yuanjiang looked at it and roared involuntarily, full of momentum.

For more than three minutes, although the program is short, the effect is enough to shock, bittersweet and bittersweet, and makes people think deeply.

"What's the matter, master, old man, mother!" Zhang Hao looked at his family eagerly and asked.

"Grandson," the old man was so excited that he couldn't find an adjective, thought for a moment, gave a thumbs up, and said, "It's crazy!"

Zhang Kui nodded and said with great certainty: "I finally did something that could be seen!"

Li Shufen didn't speak on the side, pulled out two pieces of paper and wiped her tears, so moved that she couldn't do it.

After a while, he turned his head, hugged Zhang Hao and sobbed, "Son, why are you so good?

Zhang Hao was a little confused, is it wrong to be excellent?

"Mom, you watch TV first, I'm still a little serious!" Zhang Hao gently put his mother's hand down.

Immediately took out his mobile phone and clicked on Weibo.

Similar to expectations, "Heavenly Road" once again appeared on the hot search list, and hundreds of thousands of people followed.

If this momentum continues, the headlines are stable.

"Where is the Wanling Song and Dance Troupe? Why haven't you heard of it before?" Some attentive netizens saw the subtitles of the performers of the show at that time.

"Wanling Village, it's the village where the youngest village chief in history stays!"

"No, I must go to Wanling Village to have a look!"

"I'm going too, group, group!"

"Private chat, private chat!"

……

#天路#的话题正是最热闹的时候, Zhang Hao hurriedly forwarded the video post as the village director and sent an invitation letter.

wrote: "Welcome to the Lantern Festival in Wanling Village!"

Zhang Hao wanted to take the opportunity to present the second traditional art of Wanling Village, "paper-cutting art", to the world in the form of lanterns.

The Spring Festival holiday is put on the seventh day of the first month, and it is necessary to prepare for the lantern festival on the fifteenth, and it is a little late to return to the village on the seventh day of the new year, and there is not enough time, so you have to go back early to prepare.

The Weibo forwarded by Zhang Hao was reposted by netizens.

"Real person, hahaha, my little brother was caught by me!"

"Director Zhang, isn't it? Where is the specific location of your village? I'm coming!"

"I'm going to see the lanterns!"

"I'm going!"

……

Zhang Hao then posted a Weibo, which is a map of Wanling Township, and navigation can only locate Wanling Township.