Of the four people, she had the fewest cards. After playing two more fives and passing two bombs, she ran out of cards and slammed the two cards on the table aggressively.
"Four sixes! I'll bomb you!" Lamei is the landlord, so naturally she won't let her play her card.
Yan Xia wasn't going to give up either. "Five tens!"
"Five coppers!" She gave a wicked smile as she saw Lamei follow.
She had just one fryer left in her hand.
A total of six twos!
She had just thrown down six cards when she was about to cheer.
However, her expression cracked the next second.
Four plum blossoms were neatly arranged on the table.
"You brat, how come you have better luck than me...?"
Yan Xia has already played all her bombs, and only has two fives left in her hand.
The winter plum blossom then produced a pair of matching lines.
There were no more cards.
She, Guihua, and Xiaoji each lost 10 coins.
"I'm not satisfied, let's play again!"
Once she got into it, Yan Xia's usual pretentious demeanor completely collapsed. She played with her children like they were her own age, having a great time.
On New Year's Eve, it is customary to stay up all night.
No need to stay up all night.
After midnight, the New Year's firecrackers are set off.
Then you can go to sleep.
That is, the modern 12 o'clock.
As soon as it got dark, Yan Xia had her sons light up the lanterns inside and outside the courtyard.
An oil lamp was placed inside the lantern.
It's very expensive.
So expensive that only Yan Xia's lanterns would light up at night in the entire Hundred Flowers Village.
There's a saying that to tell if a farming family is wealthy, you don't look at their clothes or food, but rather whether their lanterns are lit up at night during the Lunar New Year.
It's obvious that everyone in Baihua Village is poor.
Yan Xia lost several hands in a row, so she left the card table.
He went for a stroll in the village by himself.
Strangely enough, on snowy nights, the moonlight is exceptionally bright even though it is not visible.
The country roads were clearly visible.
Some families had their doors open, chatting in the main room while their children built snowmen and played in the snow in the yard.
Some families have a large number of members.
It was a lively scene, and the children collected many firecrackers.
It would sound in the backyard one moment and in the front yard the next.
In the snow, in the fields, at the village entrance, at the village end, in the latrine, in the pigsty, under the trees...
The sound of gunfire could be heard everywhere.
It has a strong festive atmosphere, unlike the modern New Year celebrations where fireworks and firecrackers are not allowed, and apart from watching the Spring Festival Gala and eating New Year's Eve dinner, there is no festive atmosphere at all.
If I have to work overtime, I won't be able to go home on New Year's Eve.
Yan Xia unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth.
She works hard alone in the big city, living a lonely life.
I arrived here by accident.
With so many relatives around, the lively feeling is truly wonderful and brings joy to the heart.
The snow has stopped, and the temperature is gradually dropping.
It's estimated that it will freeze tomorrow.
She stopped shopping and went home.
The coat he was wearing felt exceptionally warm.
It was stuffed with thick cotton, enough to keep out the cold.
Back home, Yan Xia took out a stack of red paper packets from the house.
I was interrupted by that brat during our New Year's Eve dinner and completely forgot about it.
I only remembered it when I got home and saw the red Spring Festival couplets.
"Children, it's time to give out New Year's money. Each of you will receive one. Put them under your pillows and you can take them out tomorrow."
Yan Xia gave each of her children and daughters-in-law a red envelope.
There were two taels of silver inside.
Red envelopes are different from modern rectangular ones.
Yan Xia customized it to be square.
It's quite wide; even if you stuff silver in it, it won't tear.
Xiao Ji, sitting alone in the corner, silently lowered her head. Her eyes were somewhat dim as she sat by the coal stove boiling water, looking rather lonely.
"Xiao Ji, you silly child, what are you standing there for? Take the red envelope."
Yan Xia stuffed the red envelope into her hand.
His face was full of doting affection.
She treats everyone equally.
It's also two ounces.
"Thank you, Auntie."
Xiao Ji's voice was so soft that she thought only she could hear it. Since she changed her way of addressing her, she has never called her "Auntie" again.
"No need to thank me, you don't need to be so polite with your aunt, we're all family."
Yan Xia patted the back of her head.
Xiao Ji's face instantly turned red.
"Mom, why do you still have four red envelopes in your hand?"
"Winter Plum asked curiously."
"There are still people on the night shift at Yamaguchi. Mother, go and check on them."
Yan Xia took the red envelope and went out again.
The entrance to the mountain is very close to her house; it's just around the corner, right opposite her house.
You can see the lights shining inside the security booth from a distance through the cracks in the window.
There were candles Yan Xia bought in the pavilion, a whole drawer full. She had specifically instructed that they must be lit at night.
We cannot work shifts in the dark.
Fortunately, these people are all very obedient.
"Knock knock knock—"
Who is it?
Zhao Zirong's voice rang out from inside the pavilion.
“It’s me, your Aunt Yan.”
"Creak—"
Upon hearing Yan Xia's voice, the inner door was opened.
"Aunt Yan, it's you! What brings you here? Didn't you have your New Year's Eve dinner?"
Zhao Zirong was wearing an old, patched coat that was clean and tidy. His face was flushed from the heat of the charcoal stove in the pavilion.
Yan Xia is a good boss; she doesn't exploit her employees like modern capitalists do.
Although it's called a pavilion, it can actually accommodate several people. Inside, there's a double bed, a table, and a chamber pot with a lid, making it look like a small apartment.
Candles and charcoal were supplied in unlimited quantities.
Because the pavilion is small, the temperature rises easily, more than 20 degrees Celsius higher than outside, and the charcoal fire makes it very warm inside.
Zhao Zirong's cotton-padded coat wasn't even buttoned up properly.
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