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The New Year's picture was about to turn on the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and then I remembered that the first Spring Festival Gala seemed to have to wait a year or two before it appeared.

Ye Zimei came out of the room, holding a few red envelopes in her hands, which were actually magenta paper cut into several sheets and wrapped up.

"New Year's painting, this is the New Year's money for you! It's yours! ”

When it was time to give it to the three monkeys, Ye Zimei changed her tone: "Three monkeys, don't spend the New Year's money you are given!" ”

The three monkeys looked at the smallest red envelope in their hands, and then looked at the red envelopes that were bigger and thicker than him in the hands of the New Year's paintings, and couldn't help but feel very aggrieved.

Open the red paper cover and see that there are ten yuan in it, although it is not much for the New Year's painting, but measured by the level of the countryside, the New Year's money of ten yuan is also sky-high.

"Mom, I'll go to my sister's side to play for a while."

"I'll be with you."

"I'll go too, I'll go!"

The New Year's painting said to Ye Zimei, but I didn't expect Liang Jizhou and the three monkeys to follow together.

If it were normal, by this point in time, the village would have been dark for a long time.

But today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and every house is brightly lit, and even the roads are brightly lit.

When I arrived at Liang Yin's house, I happened to meet Zhao Cuilan to give them New Year's money.

"Come, Nianhe, this is your New Year's money! Nian Cao, it's yours, it's done. There are also five sisters, put them in your pocket, don't be stolen by your third sister! ”

It was the first time that the Nian He sisters received the New Year's money from Zhao Cuilan, and each of them actually had five yuan. In previous years, having a dime to press the New Year's money would make them happy for a few days.

"Thank you, Mom!" The three sisters of Nianhe held the New Year's money tightly in their hands and smiled very happily.

Getting five yuan of New Year's money is not the happiest for them, what they are happiest about is that they feel the love of Zhao Cuilan, their own mother.

"Liang Yin, this is for you and more than enough New Year's money!"

Liang Yin didn't expect that he also had it, and when he took the red envelope, he saw that there were 100 yuan, and they were all brand new tickets.

New Year's painting didn't expect that Zhao Cuilan would be so generous, and she actually gave Liang Yin all the 100 yuan that she honored her and Nian Daqiang.

"Mom, you've given too much!"

Nian Youyu also asked, "Mom, where did you get so much money?" ”

"Don't worry, Mom's money is innocent, this New Year's money is not only for you and your wife, but also for the child in Liang Yin's belly! This child is the hope of our family! ”

"Yes, sister, you can take it. Mom is right, you have one more in your belly, so that he can also be touched with the joy of the New Year! ”

Hearing that the New Year's painting also said this, Liang Yin touched his lower abdomen, and a happy smile appeared on his face, "Thank you, parents!" After thanking him, he put away the New Year's money.

Coming back from Liang Yin's side, Nian Hua went to the kitchen and brought a thermos back to the room to soak her feet before sleeping, her cold feet in winter basically have to warm up in the middle of the night, and it seems to be a common problem for many girls.

And the foot-washing bucket has been placed next to the bed, and a third of the cold water is placed in it.

The New Year's painting looked at Liang Jizhou, who was sitting at his desk writing a letter, and most of the writing on a piece of paper was all in English.

"The letter is addressed to a foreign friend?"

"Sending it back to the provincial capital, one of our partners is a German."

"Oh~~"

"You can add hot water by yourself, go straight to bed after soaking your feet, and I'll clean it up when the time comes." Liang Jizhou did not raise his head and continued to write.