"Happy Chinese New Year, Father and Mother!"

"Grandfather, Grandmother, Happy New Year!"

"Happy Chinese New Year, Grandpa and Grandma!"

Jiang Shuyun, along with his wife, children, and sister, greeted his parents and presented them with their New Year's gifts.

"Okay, okay, all good!"

Jiang's father and mother were also dressed in new clothes today, and Jiang's mother even had a silver hairpin in her hair.

Especially Jiang's mother, seeing Jiang Qi's rosy complexion and bright eyes, so different from when she first returned, full of energy, she knew that her second daughter-in-law was genuinely good to her.

"Mom, when are we going to start cooking?"

"Let's start preparing now. There are many things to do at home this year, so let's properly pay respects to our ancestors."

Jiang's mother thought back on this year: Shuyun failed her exams and even slipped and fell down a hillside; her second daughter-in-law also injured her head. Jiang Qi even divorced and returned home, becoming a divorced woman. The family had also split up... More bad things than good things happened. She had to pray to the ancestors to bless them and that everything would go smoothly for the family next year.

Mu Yi'an handed the child over to Jiang Shuyun to look after, while she and Jiang Qi went to the kitchen to help with the cooking.

When Jiang Shuwen and his family of three came in, they were all dressed in new clothes. Li Qiuniang even brought a new silver hairpin, shaped like a plum blossom, which was very elegant.

The last to enter were Jiang's family of five. Strangely, only Jiang's eldest brother and Jiang Shaoqin were wearing new clothes. Jiang's sister-in-law, Chu Tong, and Shao Ning were all wearing old clothes. It was unclear why.

When Sister-in-law Jiang came in, she saw that the other two families were all dressed in new clothes. The second and third sisters-in-law even wore new hairpins. Even Jiang Qi was dressed in new clothes and wore a silver hairpin.

Her initially good mood gradually faded, and her smile disappeared.

Mu Yi'an didn't pay attention to Jiang Dasao. Knowing that they weren't on the same wavelength, he didn't try to get close to her.

Li Qiuniang saw it; the changes in her sister-in-law's expression were truly fascinating.

Jiang's mother noticed it too, because of everyone in the room, only the eldest son's family hadn't changed into new clothes. Oh well, let them wear them or not, she couldn't care less anymore.

"It's getting late, let's go to the kitchen to cook. We still need to go to the clan to worship our ancestors later. Jiang Lan, you should come and learn a little too. After you get married, you can't be completely ignorant."

"I understand, Mother."

Jiang Lan glanced at her new clothes, which she had made for the Zhou family when they presented the betrothal gifts. She was worried about getting them dirty while she was working. But her mother had spoken, and no matter how unwilling she was, she couldn't disobey.

Jiang's mother, along with her three daughters-in-law and two daughters, went into the kitchen.

In the living room, Jiang Shuyun was taking care of her three children, especially little Jiang Chuyue, who had just learned to stand. She always wanted to walk on her own, but she just couldn't take the first step with her short legs, and she was so anxious that she kept jumping up and down.

Shao Ming and Shao Yun took Shao Kun to play with a pocket, which was made by Mu Yi'an from scraps of cloth. It was a very ordinary cloth pocket, six square pieces of cloth sewn together, and filled with some cornmeal.

Jiang Shaoqin saw such a bag for the first time and found it quite interesting. He walked over and snatched it away.

"Brother, why are you stealing our pockets?"

Shao Ming asked politely that he didn't really like playing with his cousin, who was a bit domineering.

"I've never seen this before, let me play with it for a while."

Jiang Shaoqin looked completely at ease, tossing the cloth bag around playfully.

"No, ours."

Jiang Shaoyun snatched it back; he didn't like this older brother.

"You little brat, you dare to snatch something from me? You're asking for trouble!"

Jiang Shaoqin's thuggish words left the children looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Big cousin, how could you talk like that? It's so rude!"

Shao Ming knew this wasn't a compliment; he'd heard it from the older kids at the school.

"Are you looking for a beating? You dare to lecture me?"

Jiang Shaoqin clenched his fist and walked towards Shao Ming.

"Dad, help me!"

Jiang Shuyun was helping Chuyue walk when Jiang Shaoyun's scream startled him, and also prevented Jiang Shaoqin's raised fist from landing on Shaoming.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang's father, who was playing chess with Jiang Shuheng, was also attracted by the scream.

"Grandpa, my older brother is going to kill someone."

Jiang Shaoyun speaks fluently now, her chubby little face looking nervously at Jiang Shaoqin.

"Shao Qin, what happened?"

Jiang's father and the others naturally saw his raised fist, but he hadn't had time to lower it because of Shao Yun's shout.

"I... I want to teach Jiang Shaoming a lesson, not kill him."

“You did. You called Shao Yun a brat and said he was tired of living.”

Shao Ming spoke clearly and logically, repeating Jiang Shaoqin's words verbatim.

"Jiang Shaoqin, did you say these words?"

Brother Jiang looked at Jiang Shaoqin seriously. This child is already nine years old for the New Year, how come he doesn't act like an elder brother at all?

"I... I was just saying that casually. It's their fault for playing with toys and not letting me have any."

Jiang Shaoqin was a little scared when he saw that his father was really angry.

"Big brother, those are our things. If you want to play with them, you can talk to us about it. How can you just come up and snatch them and say such unpleasant things?"

"Exactly, you're wrong."

"wrong."

Jiang Shaoyun and Jiang Shaokun parroted each other, echoing each other from the side.

The bag that Jiang Shaoqin had just snatched from Shao Yun had become a hot potato; he couldn't throw it away, nor could he keep it.

"Jiang Shaoqin, where did you learn that from?"

Jiang Shuheng couldn't understand where his eldest son, who had always been studying at school, had learned such vulgar and thuggish language.

"I, I, I learned it from my cousin."

Jiang Shaoqin dared not lie and confessed the truth.

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