When villagers visit each other for the New Year, they usually only put two or three coins in the red envelope. Since each family has many children, they can put together about ten coins, which is enough to buy several meat buns.

If you encounter a large family, with seven or eight children.

Then the red envelopes given out would be even more generous.

Therefore, Yan Xia did not want to encourage the trend of comparison. New Year's money is for children to spend. If the money is too big, not only will the other party not be able to afford it, but the children will not get any. It is better to give a small one so that these children can keep it for themselves.

"Oh dear, I can't accept this, Xia, you should take it back."

Aunt Wang and Yan Xia started practicing Tai Chi.

“Zirong, take this. Yesterday’s red envelope was a reward for the workers. Today’s red envelope is different. It’s just a few copper coins. It’s a token of appreciation from the elders to the younger generation. Here, take this red envelope. Don’t listen to your grandma. Be good. Keep it to buy candy.”

After refusing for several minutes, Zhao Zirong finally reluctantly accepted the red envelope. The other families did the same. In Yan Xia's eyes, anyone who wasn't married was a child. Brother Qian and Zhao Dali's families were honest; when Yan Xia gave them the red envelopes, the children smiled, thanked her, and immediately accepted them.

After seeing them off, Yan Xia breathed a sigh of relief.

Starting the day after tomorrow, she plans to close her doors to visitors.

Soon, the night passed.

It was just dawn when there was a commotion outside.

Xiao Ji opened the courtyard gate, and there were many people standing outside.

There were at least thirty or forty people, but out of all those people, there were only four adults.

They were all children.

Yan Xia was having breakfast in the main room when she looked outside at the sound and was stunned to see so many children.

These villagers were even more shameless than she had imagined.

As time went on, more and more people gathered outside the door.

After Yan Xia finished breakfast.

Almost all the children in the village came.

There were also many unfamiliar faces, probably from other villages.

Based on the stories of the aunties who came to ask for red envelopes yesterday, everyone in the village thought that Yan Xia was giving away red envelopes for free today.

Of course, some people are too shy or have strong moral principles to come.

It only accounts for a small portion of the village.

"Mrs. Yan, when are you going to give me a red envelope? My husband's older and younger sisters stayed at my house yesterday, so they brought their children with them today."

"My family is the same, with more than a dozen children, plus my nephews from my maternal side, making a total of 20."

"Wow, you guys are even more shameless than me. I only called all the children in my family, but you called all the children in the whole clan."

“My youngest son is only fifteen and not married yet, so he’s still a child. And my nephew, although he’s seventeen, he’s just gotten engaged and isn’t married yet. You can give him those too.”

"......."

Xiao Ji moved a chair for Yan Xia and placed it in the middle of the courtyard, facing the gate. Then she brought over a small wooden table from the main room, placed a whole stack of red paper packets that she had prepared in advance yesterday on the table, and then brewed a cup of hot tea and spread charcoal pencils and paper on the table.

After everything was ready, he helped Yan Xia sit down in a chair.

Yan Xia looked at the aunties and grandmas outside the door.

They were all talking to themselves, along with the noise of the children.

It's even more chaotic than a wet market.

Yan Xia, whose hearing is excellent, started to have a headache.

"Shut up, all of you! If you keep making noise, I'll close the door. My daughter-in-law is pregnant, so don't disturb her rest."

Yan Xia brought up Xiao He.

Sure enough, it became quiet outside.

“Since everyone wants a red envelope, then line up one by one, and let the children from each household come in in batches to kowtow to me and say auspicious words.”

Red envelopes aren't so easy to get.

Unlike in the north, there is no custom here of younger generations kowtowing to elders during the Lunar New Year.

At most, just say something auspicious.

Yan Xia did it on purpose.

She just wanted to disgust these villagers to death.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the aunties and grandmas outside the door objected, but the red envelopes on the table made them eager to try them.

If you kowtow, you'll bring shame to your ancestors; if you don't, who wouldn't want free money?

"I'll go in, children, all of you come in and kowtow until your Grandma Yan is satisfied!"

Grandma Mao reacted the fastest; she has eight great-grandchildren, plus relatives, making a total of 25.

If it's one or two taels of silver per person.

Then you'll have those 25 taels.

Good grief, what's wrong with kowtowing?

Anyway, when she dies, these brats will still have to kowtow to her.

There won't be any money to be made then.

Under Aunt Mao's direction, the 25 children lined up in five rows in front of Yan Xia.

Five people per row.

They all knelt down.

He kowtowed three times.

"Tell me that I wish your Grandma Yan a long and healthy life, all the best, the arrival of a great grandson, and congratulations on your fortune!"

Grandma Mao's voice was loud and clear, just like a TV presenter's.

The five rows of children, mimicking her words, spoke in unison.

"May Grandma Yan live a long, long life..."

The oldest child kneeling on the ground was only ten years old, and the youngest had just learned to walk and spoke haltingly.

Yan Xia picked up her teacup, took a sip, and didn't say anything or make any move to give out a red envelope.

Aunt Mao knew she was dissatisfied.

Some people got angry and cursed at them a few times.

These children had to practice three times before they could speak fluently.

"Wishing Grandma Yan a long and healthy life, all the best, and congratulations on the birth of your great grandson! May you prosper!"

Yan Xia put down her teacup.

He nodded, wrote the character "Mao" on the paper with a charcoal pencil, and said with a smile.

"Okay, very good. I've written your name down on the paper. Take your child and wait outside. Xiao Ji will give you red envelopes later. Anyone else want to do this? If not, then we're done. Don't wait any longer!"

The people outside the door became anxious. They had been hesitant, but upon hearing this, they all squeezed into the courtyard.

"Don't argue, take it slow."

And so, more than 100 children kowtowed to Yan Xia.

The number of people is still increasing; there are still seventy or eighty people outside the compound.

It seems there are more than 200 children here today.

Keep in mind that there are only 150 children in the entire Hundred Flowers Village, including a small number of families who did not come.

So 50% of them are from other villages.

They sat for half an hour before they finished kowtowing and saying auspicious words.

Yan Xia felt extremely comfortable.

It's so great to be an elder, especially just thinking about how these people will look when they open the red envelopes.

She was even happier.

"Xiao Ji, Guihua, and Lamei, let's distribute red envelopes together! One for each household!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion broke out outside the courtyard.

"What the heck? One per household? Are you kidding me? Who gives out red envelopes one per household?"

“That’s right. If you had said one per household earlier, I would have had my eldest son do it. My poor little nephew is only two years old.”

"Yan family, are you playing us for fools? How can there be only one per household?"

"....."

Yan Xia gave a cold smile.

"So, do you want it or not?"

They were furious when they heard this, but even an ounce or two was money, and they had already kowtowed so earnestly; they didn't want to lose any more money.

"want!"

"Send red envelopes quickly!"

Yan Xia raised her chin, and Xiao Ji and the other two immediately understood. They picked up the red envelopes on the table and gave one to each of them.