In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, red lanterns were hung in every household.

Rich families are naturally brand-new red lanterns with all kinds of auspicious words written on them, looking forward to being promoted and making fortune in the new year, and good luck.

Even the poor people will make their own lantern racks and cover them with a red cloth that I don't know how many years old, looking forward to getting rid of poverty in the new year.

The Great Zhou Kingdom also has the habit of setting off firecrackers, and the genius Fang Liang has many mansions that have begun to set off firecrackers, and the entire capital is in the crackling sound to remove the old and welcome the new.

Song Yao was woken up by the sound of firecrackers, and before she had time to freshen up, Song Yuanbao's little brothers came to greet her for the New Year.

"Mother, Happy New Year, bring the red envelope." Song Yuanbao kowtowed when he entered the house, and then stretched out his chubby little hand towards Song Yao.

Song Yuanbao is more than seven years old, and in the past two years, he has changed his diet a lot, and he often changes the water and soil, and he has grown very fast, but he is still a little shorter than his peers, but his fleshy face has always remained the same.

Today, Song Yuanbao is wearing a red Tang costume jacket, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a boy who came out of the painting.

Although Song Yinbao was embarrassed, he also kowtowed with Song Yuanbao, and asked for a red envelope with a slightly red face.

As the eldest young master of the Song Mansion, Song Yinbao's use is the same as that of Song Yuanbao, the same red Tang jacket, the difference is that the embroidered patterns on it are slightly different, but they are all auspicious and peaceful.

"You two stinky boys, you want to take a red envelope with a word, is it really so easy to earn money?" Song Yao deliberately teased, so she didn't give the red envelope directly.

"It's a kowtow, and my forehead is red." Song Yuanbao rubbed his forehead vigorously, for fear that Song Yao would not believe it.

"Come on, if you rub it again, there will be no skin." Song Yao felt sorry for her son, so she could only take out two red envelopes happily, handed one to each person, and said with a smile: "This is pocket money, when the time comes, my mother will give you a big red envelope, go out and play with firecrackers." ”

Knowing that Song Yuanbao likes to play with firecrackers, Song Yao deliberately asked people to purchase more this year, wanting her son to have a good time.

However, in ancient times, houses were mainly built of wood, and for the sake of safety, Song Yao instructed the people below to prepare for fire prevention to avoid accidents.

On the other side of the garden, there was also a lot of snow piled up, and Song Yuanbao and the two children wanted to go there with firecrackers, so they didn't have to worry about getting hurt.

"Thank you, mother." The two boys put away the red envelope, turned around happily and ran.

Song Yinbao has always been steady, and today is a lot more lively, probably because of the New Year, he did not restrain his temperament, but made Song Yao feel a lot more comfortable.

The red sleeves were at the door, and he gave the two young masters a New Year's greeting, and also gave one of them a red envelope.

As one of Song Yao's big maids, Red Sleeves has a lot of money, and it doesn't hurt to give two red envelopes.

Song Yinbao and the two are still young, but they don't need them to prepare red envelopes for others, so saying an auspicious word is a return gift for the two.

"Happy New Year, ma'am." Red Sleeves smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "The slave also wants to ask for good luck, can the lady be rewarded?" ”

"Who's missing, can't be missing the red-sleeved, right?" Song Yao casually took two red envelopes and handed them to Red Sleeves, teasing: "The other one is for Qingshan, you can give it to him later." ”

Red Sleeves blushed, but still smiled and thanked him, and put the red envelope away.

"There are a lot of tables booked out of the restaurant, and the greenhouse is also busy until dinner, and a few shops in Beicheng have to be open as usual today, so they all let people hand over the words, and wait for the sixth day of the new year to come to Mrs. to pay tribute to her old age." While serving Song Yao to freshen up, the red sleeves reported them one by one.

The fat powder shop began to close three days in advance, and those shopkeepers came to Song Yao to pay a New Year's greeting at about twenty-nine, and Song Yao received the New Year's gift, and he also gave a red envelope and a double gift.

Although Song Yao gave a lot of wages and dividends, she didn't want these people to spend all the money on giving her gifts.

Therefore, the return gifts given by Song Yao are also practical, just this return gift for the New Year is enough to make those shopkeepers not need to use the buyer's amount for a year.

"After breakfast, you ask Qingshan to go to those shops that are still open, and prepare enough red envelopes according to the number of people, and the number is the same as that of the house." Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, watching the red sleeves skillfully groom themselves, Song Yao commanded again.

The coarse envoys at the bottom of the Song Mansion are red envelopes of one or two silvers, and one or two are added to the upper level.

And a big girl like Red Sleeves, as well as the housekeeper and housekeeper, is ten taels to fifty taels, which is not a small amount.

"There are a lot of purses in the house, but they are enough." Redsleeves answered.

After finishing the makeup, Song Yao frowned and said: "I don't know where Qinghai kidnapped the lovely people, I haven't rushed back after the New Year, shouldn't it be in trouble?" ”

Before Song Yao returned to Beijing, he had received a letter from Qinghai, and it stands to reason that he knew that Song Yao was in the capital, and they should arrive in the capital after the new year at the latest.

But in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, there was still no news of these two people, and Song Yao couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Qinghai's kung fu is good, it should be fine." Red Sleeves paused for a moment before continuing to give Song Yao hairpins, "Madame, don't worry, it is estimated that the girl is playful, and the two of them accidentally went far away and wanted to come back by a detour." ”

"Maybe." Song Yao would rather be like this, for fear that the two of them would have encountered trouble.

It's just that thinking that today is the New Year, Song Yao didn't want to say those unlucky words, so she stopped talking about the two of them.

"Hong Qi is here, waiting for Mrs. in the flower hall." Inserted a step shake for Song Yao, and the red sleeves were reported.

"Is it just Hong Qi himself?" Song Yao asked.

Since the construction of Beicheng began, Hong Qi has been guarding there, even if Song Yao returned to Beijing, Hong Qi has never come.

Song Yao thought that Hong Qi would not come to the door if he had nothing to do, but she was a little surprised that he could come to pay New Year's greetings.

"Yes." Redsleeves nodded.

"Let Hong Qi go to the dining room, there shouldn't be breakfast at this time." Putting on the ring given to him by Song Yinbao, Song Yao got up and said.

Song Yinbao had already told Song Yao how to use the ring, except when bathing, Song Yao never left his body.

Although there are many secret guards, there are more protective things to defend yourself.

The most important thing is that Song Yao wears it on her body all the time, and it is also to let Song Yinbao know that she likes this gift very much, so as not to make the little guy careless.

When Song Yao came to the dining room, she saw that Song Yuanbao was asking questions around Hong Qi, and Hong Qi answered briefly.

Song Yuanbao was very interested in Beicheng's business, but he was even more interested in Hong Qi's kung fu.

The number one killer in the rivers and lakes, if he can defeat Hong Qi one day, is he invincible in the world?

Song Yuanbao thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, he was still waiting to be able to worship Hong Qi as a teacher one day.

The descendant disciple of the first killer, this name is enough to pull the wind.

"Yuanbao, sit down and eat first, I'll talk about it later, I'm afraid that your Uncle Hong will run away?" Song Yao said with a smile, and directly took a stack of red envelopes and handed them to Hong Qi, "The top one is yours, and the others are taken back to the brothers." There is not much silver, just an auspicious picture. ”

Hong Qi was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Song Yao smiling softly, there seemed to be a voice sounding in his heart, but he couldn't tell it.

Just hesitated for a moment, and Hong Qi reached out to take it.

Since becoming a killer, this is the first time I have received a red envelope.

"I knew you didn't like to be too lively, so I didn't let you come to celebrate the New Year together. Are you all ready over there? "Song Yao is not difficult for Hong Qi to give her New Year's greetings, it is already very face-saving for people to come.

"Well, the chief steward over there has already been arranged." Hong Qi nodded.

"Let's have breakfast together." Song Yao didn't ask any more questions, and talked too much with Hong Qi, the ice cube, and it was easy to catch a cold.

Song Yao has only been to Beicheng once, and has not seen Hong Qi yet, but she knows the whereabouts of Hong Qi and others.

The killers led by Hong Qi live very comfortably in Beicheng, as if they are natives of Beicheng, and outsiders don't know what kind of existence these people exist in the rivers and lakes.

When Beicheng first opened, there were many people looking for trouble, and some thugs wanted to collect protection money.

Hong Qi directly took people to a beating, not only did no one dare to find trouble openly, but he also subdued a lot of gangsters and set up a separate yard to practice.

These people will be owned by Song Yao in the future, but they are also Hong Qi's younger brothers.

The date agreed between Hong Qi and Song Yao was approaching, and Hong Qi didn't say anything about leaving, so Song Yao didn't mention it.

In the end, whether Hong Qi goes or stays depends on himself.

But Song Yao believes that Hong Qi will definitely stay, because he has changed a lot recently, and there will be some color in his eyes, and he is no longer cold without any human emotions.

Song Yao talked to her two sons from time to time, and occasionally asked Hong Qi a few words, and this breakfast was also harmonious.

"Madam, Yun Gongzi is here, waiting for you in the front hall." Redsleeves entered the dining room again, and reported.

"I'll go over here." Song Yao wiped the corners of her mouth, and when she saw Hong Qi put down the dishes and chopsticks, she smiled and said: "Everyone is an old acquaintance, you don't need to pay so much attention to it in your own home, teach these two boys two tricks to save their lives after eating." ”

Hong Qi nodded, picked up the dishes and chopsticks again, and continued to eat his breakfast.

People who practice kung fu eat a lot of food, and Hong Qi only ate two bowls of porridge, which is still far from being full.

Song Yuanbao looked excited, and he didn't forget to squeeze his eyebrows at Song Yinbao, which showed how interested he was in Hong Qi's kung fu.

When Song Yao came to the front hall, Yun Zhongxiao had just drunk a cup of tea, and the tip of his nose was still red.

"Big brother just returned to the capital, why did he come to me?" Song Yao untied the brocade belt, and Red Sleeves took the cloak over.

"You gave such a heavy New Year's gift to the past, if I, as an elder brother, don't take the initiative to come to pay New Year's greetings, wouldn't it make people think that I don't value your righteous sister?" Laughing in the clouds.

After that life and death catastrophe, although Yun Zhongxiao's body recovered seventy or eighty percent, he was fundamentally injured, and his complexion was worse than before.

However, the recovery in the cloud is good, and it is fast enough.

If it weren't for Song Yao's timely rescue and various supplements to recuperate, it is not certain whether Yun Zhongxiao can walk normally now.

If you are an ordinary person, you will probably already be a pile of loess.

"The mouth grows on other people, and you can go with them whatever you want, doesn't the eldest brother still care about this?" Song Yao said with a smile, and instructed the red sleeves: "Light two more pots of charcoal fire, and let people burn the fire dragon hotter." ”

Seeing that Yun Zhongxiao's lips were pale, Song Yao knew that he was also afraid of cold now, so he ordered so.

In fact, the fire dragon in the Song Mansion has always been very hot, because Song Yao is cold-sensitive physique, which is related to the fact that the original owner gave birth to Song Yuanbao but failed to take care of it properly.

But there was a man in the clouds, but he was so cold, which made Song Yao a little worried.

"Big brother came back this time, did it go well along the way?" Song Yao asked with concern.

Looking at the complexion of Yun Zhongxiao, he must have suffered some kind of sin, otherwise he would not be so weak.