Although Zeng Wenjuan didn't quite understand why Goudan had such a strange train of thought, she agreed. After all, this was the child's talent and his creativity.

"Okay, let's use this, and Mommy will get a few more branches to make the snowman's hands and feet."

After going downstairs, Goudan started decorating the snowman. He inserted two branches into the upper and lower parts of the snowman. He also added two eyes to the snowman. Fortunately, the taro was small enough, otherwise the snow would have collapsed.

If you plug in the two ears, at first glance, he looks like a poor beggar, which makes people want to laugh.

Goudan put the nose and mouth back on. Looking at his work, Goudan was very happy. He ran to Zhao Jianguo and Zeng Wenjuan who were under the eaves.

I shouted loudly: "Mom and Dad, didn't you see what I made? Isn't the snow beautiful? It's different from others. Mine is the most special."

Zeng Wenjuan and Zhao Jianguo looked at the others. When they finished, they didn't know what to say. Others used all kinds of decorations from home to decorate the snowman, but they were different. They used all vegetables.

Zeng Wenjuan looked at Goudan's excitement with a smile in her eyes. She said gently, "Yes, yours is the most special, different from others. Your snowman is the first thing I see when I look at it. Goudan is awesome."

No matter what, Goudan is our own child, and we can’t discourage his enthusiasm.

Zhao Jianguo also nodded and agreed, "Yes, Goudan, your snowman looks interesting and unique. It can be seen that you are a thoughtful child. Good, keep working hard in the future."

"Oh, this snow lotus was made by Goudan! It looks so unique. This kid is really creative." Wang Hui happened to go downstairs and saw Goudan's snowman. She smiled and praised him.

"Thank you, auntie. These are all my ideas. My mother and I rolled the snowball together. Isn't it extra round?" Goudan introduced his work shyly.

"Good, good, keep working hard next year." Wang Hui found it very interesting, so she turned left and right around the snowman, looking back and forth.

Beautiful things are all the same, but strange things are all strange.

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"Let's eat Laba porridge this morning and celebrate Laba Festival." Zeng Wenjuan put various beans, peanuts, and rice that had been soaked long ago into the pot to cook.

"Mom, what is Laba porridge? Why haven't I eaten it before?" Goudan asked while leaning against the stove.

"Don't get too close to the stove. You might get burned. Stand over there. Or watch the fire with your father down there." Zeng Wenjuan reminded Goudan quickly when she saw him attacking the stove.

Zhao Jianguo also looked up and waved at Goudan: "Goudan, come here to Daddy. Do you want to know what Laba porridge is? Will you know when Mom makes the porridge?"

"Then when is the New Year?" Goudan asked curiously.

"Why is Goudan going to celebrate the New Year, right?" Zhao Jianguo asked, putting his hand on Goudan's shoulder.

"Yeah." Goudan nodded heavily.

Zeng Wenjuan saw how eager Goudan was to celebrate the Chinese New Year, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why do you want to celebrate the Chinese New Year? Aren't we together as a family every day? It doesn't matter whether we celebrate the Chinese New Year or not."

"It's different. My brother just told me that we will get lucky money for the New Year. We have already discussed it. We will go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy firecrackers after we get the lucky money." Goudan shook his head and told the whole truth.

"What if I give you a lot of New Year's money, will you use it all to buy firecrackers?" I didn't deduct Goudan's pocket money. At least he would give him one or two yuan every month, but he would spend it all.

Of course, pocket money is money that you can spend as you please. Adults can't say anything about it.

But now when Zeng Wenjuan heard that Goudan wanted to buy firecrackers with his New Year's money, she was a little angry. If you work in the village like he used to, you can't earn less than that much money in a year. But Goudan spends money lavishly.

"If it's more than my pocket money, I'll save it. My brother just said that. He wants to save his own tuition. He's going to school next year. I want to go to school too." Goudan made a very cute statement.

"It's not easy to go to school. Dad will take you to school to register next year." Seeing that his son was so studious, Zhao Jianguo happily patted him on the shoulder twice.

"Really? I can go to school too." Goudan said in disbelief. After all, his brother just said that only children aged 6 can go to school, and he would only be four years old after the New Year.

Zeng Wenjuan glared at Zhao Jianguo and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? How old is Goudan if we send him to school? Will the teacher be able to accept him?"

"Haha, I didn't think of it for a moment." Zhao Jianguo was a little embarrassed. He threw another piece of firewood into the stove and said to Goudan, "When you grow up in two years, your parents will send you to school."

"Okay!" Goudan felt a little regretful. If only he could grow up quickly, he could go to school with his brother.

He sat on a small bench nearby, his chin resting on his hands. He looked very sad and sighed from time to time.

Zeng Wenjuan and Zhao Jianguo looked at each other, and saw helplessness and amusement in each other's eyes. Goudan was looking forward to going to school now, but when they really sent him to school in two years, he might not think so anymore.

As the fire in the stove gradually heated up, the Laba porridge in the pot gradually became thicker. In order to prevent the Laba porridge from becoming mushy, Zeng Wenjuan took a spatula and stirred it over and over again.

"The Laba porridge is ready. It's time to have breakfast." Zhang Wenjuan served the Laba porridge into a large basin and said to the father and son.

When Goudan heard that breakfast was ready, he jumped up from his stool and ran to the stove, staring at the steaming pot of Laba porridge. He had never seen such food before, with all kinds of beans and rice mixed together, exuding an enticing aroma.

"Mom, this Laba porridge looks so delicious!" Goudan swallowed his saliva, unable to wait to taste it.

Zeng Wenjuan smiled and touched Goudan's head, saying, "Of course, Laba porridge is a traditional food for Laba Festival. It contains many ingredients, which symbolizes a good harvest and good luck. Come quickly, mom will serve you a bowl."

Zeng Wenjuan picked up the bowl and filled it with Laba porridge for Goudan. Goudan took the bowl, sat at the table, and began to eat with gusto.

"Wow, mom, this Laba porridge is so delicious. Why didn't you make it for us for breakfast before?" Goudan was satisfied after taking two bites. Then he looked up at Zeng Wenjuan and asked.