Aunt Zhao raised her hand and gave the embroiderer a resounding slap.

The embroiderer's head was buzzing from the beating.

“Because of you, our family has nothing left, and even less money… You throw away a bowl of dumplings that are brought to us.”

"What about your brother? What about me?"

"I should never have given birth to you! You're such a scourge! Look what you've done to me!" Aunt Zhao began to curse at the embroiderer, then grabbed a bamboo broom and hit the embroiderer on the back.

One blow after another, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Mother!" The embroiderer called out, her eyes bloodshot.

"Why did you accept her things? She's just pitying us. I don't want her charity... It's all her fault."

Aunt Zhao kept hitting him.

The embroiderer did not resist, enduring the blows again and again, but she could no longer cry.

I've cried for so long, there's no more tears left.

Yuanlang, standing nearby, burst into tears, crying, "Sister, Mother, please stop fighting!"

"Mother, please don't hit my sister."

Yuanlang cried his heart out, but no one paid any attention to him.

After Aunt Zhao finished pounding the dumplings, she picked them up one by one from the ground, rinsed them with water, and fed them to Yuanlang one by one.

Yuanlang refused to eat, but Aunt Zhao forced him to eat it.

...

Every household in Lianhua Village was bustling with activity. Some families with many siblings gathered together to celebrate the New Year, creating a lively atmosphere.

Originally, there was a routine ancestor worship and god worship ceremony before the New Year's Eve dinner.

But Wennan doesn't care about these things.

They brought all the dishes to the table, and Wen Nan and Lu Yanqing had a total of ten dishes.

After a busy afternoon, the cloth was placed on the long table. Although it was still a bit cold in winter, Wen Nan bought some cloth and hung it on the eaves to block out the cold air outside. She also lit a few charcoal stoves, so it was barely warm inside.

Everyone ate their fill at the Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

After dinner, everyone sat in the study and chatted idly.

Everyone is preparing to stay up all night on New Year's Eve.

Actually, his main reason for wanting to see what gift his older sister had prepared for him in Wenzhou was to wait until the New Year so that she wouldn't have a chance to refuse.

There was no chance to hide it.

This was the first New Year's gift his older sister had ever given him.

The inquiries from Wenzhou city were sporadic and intermittent.

"Sister, what exactly have you prepared for me?"

Wen Nan smiled and shook his head, refusing to say anything.

"Brother-in-law, have you prepared a gift for me?" Wenzhou City immediately shifted his focus to probing Lu Yanqing's intentions.

Wenzhou Cheng had visited seven days ago, and his words implied that the Spring Festival was approaching and they wanted to prepare gifts for him.

Lu Yanqing was certainly prepared.

"Mm." Lu Yanqing nodded.

A child in Wenzhou is naturally full of curiosity about everything.

"Brother-in-law, what have you prepared?" Wenzhou City asked tentatively.

“Good stuff.” Lu Yanqing, mimicking Wen Nan, refused Wenzhou City’s offer.

Wenzhou was even more eager to get involved.

"Young Master Zhang, are you ready?" Wenzhou City looked at Zhang Ruyu.

Zhang Ruyu's family is a well-known wealthy family, so surely they would give a large red envelope with lucky money during the Lunar New Year?

Zhang Ruyu said mysteriously, "I've prepared something absolutely unique for you. I'm sure you'll be happy. I'll definitely give it to you tomorrow."

It would have been better if they hadn't asked... but once they did... the people of Wenzhou were even more itchy to ask.

But the three of them kept their mouths shut.

They refused to say anything.

Halfway through the night watch, Wenzhou City fell asleep leaning against Wennan.