Having said that, Yun Xiulan paused.
"But it all depends on your wishes. If you have any ideas, then pay attention. I think Comrade Ji has you in mind. If you don't have any ideas, then forget it. We will listen to you."
"Mom, I don't want to think about these things for now." Ning Xiyue stamped her feet, took out the red envelope she had prepared for her parents, stuffed it into Yunmu's arms, and ran away shyly.
"Hey, kid."
Yun Xiulan looked at the big red envelope in her hand with a mixture of laughter and tears, and repeatedly touched the red envelope in her hand, her heart deeply moved.
Then, Ning Qingyuan came in with the red envelopes he earned in the team, and Ning Qingzhi also came in with the red envelopes he had prepared long ago and stuffed them into his mother's pockets. Then, he imitated Ning Xiyue and ran back to his room without looking back.
"Grow up, the children have all grown up!" Yunmu sighed with deep emotion as she held three generous red envelopes.
On the other side, Ning Xiyue ran out and went to find Ning's father, secretly pulling him into the kitchen.
Ning Hai lowered her voice, like a thief, half covering her mouth with one hand: "Daughter, what do you want to tell your father? Tell it now, it's just the two of us."
"Dangdangdangdang, this pocket money I gave you is only known to the two of us. I haven't told anyone, Dad. Hurry and keep it."
Ning Xiyue took out a real bag from her arms, a small wallet made of cloth. Although the stitches were crooked, she sewed it herself stitch by stitch, without the help of the sewing machine in the space.
It contained the pocket money she gave to her father. She waved it in front of Ning Hai and then stuffed it into his hand.
"My daughter is the best." Ning Hai pushed the red envelope back. "I accept the kindness, but you can use the money yourself. Don't let yourself suffer in the countryside. I, your dad, can still save some money for you from the money I spend on groceries."
"Dad, take this. It's not much, but this is the first welfare payment I received as a barefoot doctor. It's very memorable. I want to give it to you so that we can be happy together as father and daughter."
Ning Xiyue said earnestly.
"Okay, then Dad will keep it." Ning Hai happily accepted the red envelope after hearing Ning Xiyue's words. He put it in his pocket as if it was his treasure, and did not forget to praise it: "My daughter is really amazing."
Ning Xiyue smiled cooperatively and pulled her father to the living room: "Then let's go back quickly and don't let Mom find out."
"Okay, I won't tell your mother. This is a secret between us father and daughter."
Ning Hai kept his hand in his pocket, pinching the corner of his purse. Joy spread in his heart, and he had a smile on his lips until he went to sleep.
"Be happy today. What did our daughter give you? Take it out."
Yun Xiulan understood and spread her hands in front of Ning Hai. Her fingers moved, but her eyes looked at where he put the red envelope, waiting for his instructions.
"Nothing can be hidden from you."
The smile on Ning Hai's face faded a little. He sighed and took out a red envelope from the lining of his clothes and handed it over.
"Oh, I even sewed a purse for you."
Yun Xiulan held the purse with a sour look on her face. After opening it, she saw a seven-yuan note inside. She didn't care whether it was money or not, but she felt bad about this cutely ugly purse.
It's obvious that this was sewn by her daughter herself.
"Yueyue said that this is the first money she earned as a barefoot doctor in the countryside, and she left it for me as a souvenir." Ning Hai stared at the purse without moving his eyes.
"I'm giving it back to you. You look like you're afraid I'll snatch it away." Yun Xiulan didn't confiscate the money and purse this time. After returning it to him, she took out the three big red envelopes from her pocket and showed them off: "See? My daughter and son gave me much more than the red envelopes you gave me."
Ning Hai knew his wife well, so he didn't dare to say anything complacent. Instead, he agreed with her and said, "Yes, yes, you are a great contributor to our family, and you deserve it."
He was the only one who had the purse made by his daughter, the first welfare payment. He was not envious at all, he was happy.
"You can be envious, I'm going to sleep."
Yun Xiulan proudly shook the three red envelopes in her hand, put them away with satisfaction, and lay down to sleep.
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