Golden dragon holding a pearl bids farewell to the old year
Silver snake spits treasure to celebrate the New Year
The Spring Festival of 1989 came as usual.
This year, we will celebrate the New Year in Xiaojin, and there will be no 30th day of the 12th lunar month. February 5th, the 29th day of the 12th lunar month, will become New Year's Eve.
After lunch, Wan Feng sat on the kang and distributed red envelopes.
My parents still follow the old rule: 20,000 yuan per person.
Wanshui Changle laughed and put both red envelopes into his pocket, and was immediately attacked by Zhu Min.
"Why do you have so much money in your pocket? Take it out now."
Wan Shuichang stood up and was about to run, but the door was blocked by Wan Fang.
"Dad! If you give me a thousand I'll let you go, otherwise don't even think about leaving."
Wan Fang's plot to take advantage of others' misfortune failed, and she turned around and demanded that the red envelopes for her and her second brother be increased this year, preferably to 20,000.
That was a dream in broad daylight.
It was good enough that Wan Feng gave her one thousand yuan.
Wan Fang took the risk and followed Wan Feng, saying, "I'll follow you wherever you go."
This trick has been used several times and is very effective.
Wan Feng was left with no choice but to give him another thousand yuan to get rid of this plague god.
My younger brother Wanjun has failed a grade and will have to take the college entrance examination again in July this year. If he fails again, Wanfang plans to let him come down and work in a factory.
After giving out the red envelopes, Wan Feng put on new clothes and took Wan Jun and Wan Fang to his uncle's house to wish him a happy new year by visiting his grandmother, uncle, aunt, uncle and aunt.
If the two of them go, they can get red envelopes, but if Wan Feng goes, he has to pay out red envelopes.
Who says this world is fair?
Wan Jun and Wan Fang said Happy New Year and left happily after receiving New Year's money from their grandmother, uncle, and aunt.
Not only did Wan Feng not receive any red envelopes, he even had to give red envelopes to others.
In addition to my uncle, my grandmother gave out a red envelope of 10,000 yuan, and my uncle, aunt and old aunt each gave out a red envelope of 3,000 yuan.
Five hundred yuan each for the two little ones.
"Where's mine?" The old uncle became anxious when he saw that he was the only one missing.
"You earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year from me, and you still want a red envelope?"
"Let's not talk about business, but I'm your uncle in private!" This reason sounds good, but it's still useless.
"Uncle! I'm a junior, and it's the elders who give red envelopes to the younger ones during the Chinese New Year."
"Bullshit! That's a child. You're already in your twenties. Why do you want a red envelope?"
"Then why are you still asking me for red envelopes when you're already over 40?"
No matter what, the uncle didn't get the red envelope from Wan Feng.
Wan Feng did not have dinner at his uncle's house. He left his uncle's house in the afternoon and went home, ready to not go anywhere. He wanted to have a good rest at home and play poker with his father.
Two people have a deck of cards, and one of them picks three cards and beats three immortals.
Who would have thought that just after playing two games, a group headed by Xu Bin, assisted by Xu Jun, Anbo, Li Jun and Liu Yong came with gifts to wish a happy new year.
"The purple whip hasn't even been fired yet, what are you celebrating the New Year with?"
"You definitely won't be home tomorrow morning. Your family is busy in the morning. We came because it's quiet now. If not now, when will we come?"
These sly guys are still making excuses.
Wan Feng chatted with a few guys for a long time, mainly asking about the profits made by Xu Jun and the other four in the electronic components business in the Wahou market.
These four people have been doing this for more than half a year. They haven't made much money, but they have paid back the capital they borrowed from Wan Feng when they started, and they still have more than 100,000 worth of goods at home.
At the beginning, Wan Feng borrowed more than 100,000 yuan by himself.
From one perspective, they indirectly earned more than 100,000 yuan in the past six months.
Whatever amount of money you can earn is fine.
For young people of Xu Bin and Xu Jun's age, making too much money now may not be a good thing. If they cannot stick to their original intentions, they can easily lose their nature and indulge in a life of drunkenness and dreams.
Wan Feng was just reminding them of these matters. They can still control themselves now, but it is hard to say whether they will not be able to control themselves in a few years.
People are always changing. If they can't get better, they can only get worse. It all depends on one's own thoughts.
When it was time to celebrate the New Year in the evening, these people went back home to celebrate the New Year.
On New Year's Eve in 1989, it snowed unexpectedly in the middle of the night. When Wan Feng walked out of the house that morning, the outside was covered in silver, and the white earth looked particularly enchanting.
Look at the snow on the ground, which is more than half an inch thick. It is impossible to ride a bike, so the only option is to walk.
Wan Feng is not at home on the morning of the first day of the new year every year, partly because there are too many people visiting his home.
When there are too many people around, Wan Feng feels overwhelmed by the constant chatter, so it’s better for him to hide away.
Another reason is that you have to visit some families to pay New Year’s greetings.
We have to go to my grandfather's house and Zhang Hai's house, and as for Luan Feng's house, we still go on the fourth day of the New Year as usual.
Wan Feng first went to his grandparents' house to wish them a happy new year.
When passing by Luan Feng's house on the way to my grandfather's house to pay New Year's greetings, this guy and Zhang Xuan were setting off firecrackers.
It was not a small whip but a big whip with a double whip. Luan Feng lit a double whip and ran back. Zhang Xuan quickly covered her ears with her hands.
After two ping-pong sounds, Luan Fengfei ran to the gate with firecrackers in her hand and saw Wan Feng looking at her with a frown.
"Would you like to set off one?" Luan Feng shook the firecracker in his hand mischievously.
Wan Feng was in tears. What should he do?
After paying New Year’s greetings to grandpa, Wan Feng and Zhu Ping went to their uncle’s house to pay New Year’s greetings, and finally came to Zhang Hai’s house.
Zhang Hai knew that Wan Feng would come every year, so he never went out on the morning of the first day of the New Year.
After greeting each other over the New Year, Wan Feng took off his shoes, got on the kang and started discussing some things with Zhang Haizhuping.
"I want to do two things, and I hope the village and township can give me some support."
Wan Feng went straight to the point.
Although Zhang Hai still has no say in the village, he is now a powerful figure in the Wulu Township Government. It is rumored that he will be promoted to become a secretary or township head in the next term.
"What's going on?"
"One is that I want to build a nursing home that can accommodate more than a hundred people. I will pay for the construction, and the village will provide the land. The township only needs to give some subsidies every year."
"Why did you think of building this? This is not a profitable business." Zhang Hai asked doubtfully.
Not only do nursing homes not make money, they are also a waste of money and a thankless task.
If you do a good job, no one will say anything, but if you do a bad job, there will be a lot of people who will talk behind your back.
"Uncle Zhang Hai! Don't think about money all the time, okay? Even if you're in charge of the economy, you can't just think about money. Even if we're rich, we have to think about those who don't. Before the New Year, I visited the poor households in Jiangwei Village. I couldn't believe that in such a small place like Jiangwei, there were more than a dozen families with nearly 40 people who couldn't even afford to eat and wear clothes. More than two-thirds of them were childless and elderly people over 50 years old. Some were elderly couples, while others were single. They had no one to support them, and they could only rely on subsidies from the government and the village, as well as help from relatives. They needed a place to enjoy their old age."
Wan Feng's words were righteous and powerful.
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