The streets of the city have been decorated, and the weather has been good these days, with no rain or snow. A few days ago, we notified all prefectures and counties that there will be a fireworks display in the city during the Spring Festival. If people from all over the country are interested, they can come to the city to participate.

Although the weather is cold, it cannot stop the enthusiasm of the people. Dongyi also had a festival similar to the Spring Festival, but it was not as lively and festive as here. The streets are brightly lit, decorated with red ribbons, red lanterns, and colorful knots, adding endless festive atmosphere to the streets and making people feel the strong festive atmosphere.

As soon as the hour of Xu arrived, Wang Yu took Cheng Chen and Erbao to the brightly lit streets of the city. This year, many people came to Dongyi to open shops and do business, even Zhang Siyuan's Baiweilou and Chen Yanwen's dim sum shop were opened in the city.

The travel notes Ling Chufeng gave him before he left last year were compiled into a travel brochure and distributed in Dali to attract more people to visit the island or to do business and settle down.

Since the convenience of sea transportation, Wang Yu printed the booklets and sent them to various places in Dali, and also attracted investment from Dali. In the past six months, many businessmen and tourists from Dali have come to the city, which has not only increased the income of the people and the state government, but also made the city a lot more lively.

The cold winter weather could not offset everyone's enthusiastic mood. The streets were filled with food they had never seen before, as well as acrobatics, dragon and lion dances, and dragon lantern performances.

“It’s so lively!”

Cheng Chen walked slowly holding Wang Yu's hand, looking at the bustling streets, feeling proud of such a prosperous scene, as all this was thanks to her husband.

Wang Yu worked hard for two months just for this moment. He must make sure that the people of Dongyi are deeply impressed and feel the strength and prosperity of Dali from the bottom of their hearts, so that they will willingly regard themselves as the people of Dali and be proud of Dali. They are already the people of Dali, and such lively festivals will be held every year in the future.

In fact, over the past year, Wang Yu has become a very remarkable person in the hearts of the Dongyi people. He brought them a bountiful harvest of grain, enriched their food, clothing, housing and transportation, and without harsh taxes. Being able to eat and dress warmly was already good enough in their eyes.

At the end of the hour of Hai, the fireworks show arranged by Wang Yu also began at this time. Hundreds of fireworks were set off at the same time, blooming in the sky with colorful brilliance, shining like falling stars.

Wang Yu could hear the people around him gasping in admiration. They stood there and looked up to admire this rare or unprecedented beauty. In the eyes of the common people who had never seen it before, it was like a miracle. Looking at the grand occasion at this moment, it was worth it for him to ask the emperor for a group of craftsmen to make fireworks.

The common people only knew that there would be fireworks tonight from the mouths of the yamen runners, but they never knew that the fireworks could be so beautiful. When the fireworks were set off, no one around made a sound. It was not until the fireworks were over that everyone gradually came to their senses and savored the scene. Such a beautiful scene would probably be remembered for a lifetime.

Later, someone prepared to record this grand occasion, "On New Year's Eve in the 20th year of Yuankang, more than a hundred fireworks were set off simultaneously in Changping Prefecture, with a variety of colors, splitting the sky like falling stars, which was extremely spectacular."

After the fireworks were over, the streets became lively again, even more lively than before. Occasionally, a dozen yamen runners would patrol around to maintain public order. It was not until the end of midnight that the crowds on the streets gradually dispersed.

On the second day, New Year's Day, everyone got up early, including Wang Yu. Many officials would come to visit today, so these social engagements were inevitable.

"Daddy, Happy New Year! May you be as luxuriant as the pines and cypresses, evergreen year after year, and as long-lived as the Nanshan Mountains, healthy and peaceful year after year."

Seeing Erbao saying auspicious words in a childish voice, Wang Yu was very pleased and asked: "Happy New Year, Erbao too. Who taught you these words?"

"Uncle Nan." Erbao said.

Wang Yu and Cheng Chen handed him a red envelope and said, "Then go and wish your Uncle Nan a happy new year as well."

Erbao happily put the money he got into his purse, turned around and went to find Rong Jianan. After a while, he came back and put it back into the box. There was a lot of money in it, enough to buy a lot of things.

Apart from Wang Yu and Cheng Chen, the person Erbao had the most contact with this year was Rong Jianan, so he liked Rong Jianan very much and usually called him Uncle Nan. This time, he went to Uncle Nan's room to find him as usual, but found that Uncle Nan had a red face and was holding Uncle Zheng's hand. Erbao called both of them in confusion.

Rong Jianan shuddered at the sound and quickly pulled his hand away. Zheng Shu rubbed his head sheepishly. Rong Jianan steadied his voice and asked, "Is Erbao here?"

Erbao couldn't figure out what had just happened. He only knew that his father would usually pull his father aside like this, bow and say, "Happy New Year to Uncle Nan. Happy New Year to Uncle Nan and Uncle Zheng."

Originally, Erbao wanted to repeat what he had just said to Uncle Nan, but then he remembered that it was Uncle Nan who taught him to say these words to his daddy and uncle, so he didn't say it, thinking that he would go back and ask his daddy to teach him something else before saying it to Uncle Nan.

Rong Jianan also liked him very much. Erbao was well-behaved, sensible, and cute. When he heard him wishing him a happy new year, he was extremely happy. He took out two red envelopes with red paper and gave them to Erbao, patting his head, "Happy New Year, Erbao too."

Zheng Shu also echoed from the side.

Zheng Shu was very happy today. Rong Jianan finally responded to his feelings. After Erbao left, he took Rong Jianan's hand again.

"Jia Nan, don't worry, I've saved some money over the years. I won't let you live a hard life. We'll go wherever you want to go."

Rong Jianan was also moved by his unremitting efforts day after day. He thought that everything in the past should be forgotten. Today was the beginning of the new year and he had to start over. They were not young anymore, so why waste time? He looked up at the nervous man in front of him and nodded.

Erbao didn't know what happened to Uncle Nan, nor did he know how happy Uncle Zheng was. Uncle Nan, who was holding him and calling his name, was now excitedly returning to his room to count money.

Wang Yu was in the study dealing with his subordinates and colleagues who came to pay New Year's greetings today. When they first came here last year, everyone was mainly taking care of the official business of the prefectures and counties across the country, and the New Year was celebrated very simply. This year, everything is back on track, and it is also very important for officials to maintain relationships with superiors. How could he miss such a good opportunity to pay New Year's greetings?

Wang Yu gradually had some free time from the first to the seventh day of the first lunar month. Almost all the officials from various counties and prefectures of Dongyi had come. It was really not easy to deal with the social customs in officialdom. His ears were callused from hearing all kinds of flattery, and he also had to analyze the inner meaning of their words, which took a lot of thought. Fortunately, his superiors did not have to act or speak according to other people's moods.

Cheng Chen let Wang Yu lean on his arms and massage his head. His technique was light and comfortable, and it felt much better. Wang Yu was afraid that his hands would get sore, so he stopped after a while. He took his hand, squeezed it, and said, "Go to sleep."