Sheng Liancheng looked at the room full of people and felt very happy.
Of course, there are some minor drawbacks: the third son didn't come back, and the second son doesn't have a wife.
"Come on, eldest brother and second brother, let's have another drink together."
Boss, I don't have any demands on you. I just hope your career goes smoothly. It doesn't matter how much money you make, as long as you are safe and sound.
Second brother, I'll say it again: bring your wife home as soon as possible, and I'll be satisfied, you hear me?
The old man couldn't resist and urged them to get married again.
Fortunately, having learned from her previous experience, Sheng Xi'an wasn't as surprised, and only gave a wry smile. "Dad, isn't it enough that I'm trying my best?"
"Hey, that's right, old woman, did you hear that? The second son said he's going to try to bring a wife home next year."
Sheng Liancheng was overjoyed. He tilted his head back and drank all the wine in his glass, then said to Zhang Shuzhen.
Zhang Shuzhen laughed on the other end of the line, "I heard that, I heard that. Don't just make things difficult for the second son; that blockhead of a man hasn't figured things out yet."
As a mother, she couldn't bear to see her son suffer, so she had no choice but to help him out of the predicament.
Everyone in the room burst into laughter.
The younger children had no idea what everyone was laughing about, but that didn't stop them from being happy.
Sheng Xinyue and Sheng Xinqi, imitating the adults, tilted their heads back and laughed heartily, which was extremely cute.
The family chatted and laughed, enjoying a lively reunion dinner.
After dinner, I tidied up and went back to chopping filling and kneading dough to prepare for making dumplings that evening.
In 1983, there was the first Spring Festival Gala. Sheng Xiping was in it in my past life. I haven't seen it, but I heard it was very wonderful.
Since his family had a TV, he naturally couldn't miss it, so Sheng Xiping told his family in advance to make dumplings early tonight so they could have more time to watch TV.
So, at 6:30, Zhang Shuzhen led her daughter and daughter-in-law, set up the cutting board, and brought out the bowls of dough and fillings to start making dumplings.
Sheng Xiping and his brothers also lent a helping hand.
Fortunately, there were already TV programs running at this time. Sheng Xinhua, Sheng Xinyu, and Sheng Liancheng coaxed the two little girls to watch TV, and at least the two girls didn't come over to join in the fun and cause trouble.
We started making dumplings at 6:30, and by 8:00, we had made more than half of them.
Just then, the Spring Festival Gala started playing on TV.
The first Spring Festival Gala did not have the grand stage of later generations, but was a true variety show. The studio was set up with tables, and the people in the audience were both the audience and the performers.
It is said that this year's Spring Festival Gala had no prior rehearsals, and all the performances were done by simply calling on whoever was called to perform.
The TV station also published a hotline number, allowing viewers to interact with the audience and request songs or programs.
The famous singer, Teacher Li, sang nine songs in a row before leaving the stage.
It is said that the TV station's hotline was so busy that year that the phone lines eventually started smoking from the heat.
People watching TV were unaware of these things, but everyone watching was amused and laughed uncontrollably.
Thankfully, we made the dumplings in advance, and they were all made shortly after the show started.
So they quickly moved all the curtains outside, tidied up the work surface and other things, and the whole family sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) happily watching the variety show.
Around nine o'clock, Sheng Xinyue and Sheng Xinqi finally couldn't stay awake any longer and started whining from sleepiness.
Zhou Qinglan quickly made some milk powder and coaxed them to go back to the west room to sleep.
Sheng Xinhua and Sheng Xinyu are both grown up and are obsessed with television programs, refusing to sleep even when they are tired.
The two children sat on either side of their grandfather, watching the wonderful program and enjoying themselves with the adults.
The wonderful performance made everyone forget the passage of time, and they were so engrossed in having fun that they forgot about the time passing.
"Oh dear, time flies! It's already eleven o'clock. Quick, let's start the fire and cook dumplings."
Zhang Shuzhen suddenly looked up at the wall and exclaimed in surprise.
Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze turned to the wall clock. Sure enough, it was almost eleven o'clock.
Now, I couldn't even watch TV anymore; I quickly went to boil water and prepare to cook dumplings.
Fortunately, the fire at the bottom of the pot hadn't gone out, and there were still quite a few embers.
The water in the pot was quite hot, so I threw some thin firewood into the stove. Soon, flames leaped up, and the water in the pot began to bubble and hiss.
The whole family got busy. Sheng Liancheng also got down from the ground and started setting up the altar outside, placing offerings and lighting incense.
While they were boiling water and cooking dumplings inside, people outside started setting off firecrackers and distributing paper money.
Sheng Xinhua and Sheng Xinyu, who were already dozing off, were instantly wide awake when they heard that firecrackers were going to be set off. They got dressed and came out.
After a burst of firecrackers, the two children got their act together and joined their father and uncles in lighting fireworks outside.
This year, Sheng Xiping and his family bought quite a lot of fireworks, all kinds of them. It's Chinese New Year, after all, it's all about having fun and entertaining the kids.
The brothers each held lit incense sticks and set up various fireworks in different parts of the yard, then lit them one by one.
It got really lively now. Bang, squeak, clang—all sorts of noises exploded in the courtyard. Fireworks soared high into the air, bursting open and blooming into colorful flowers.
"Wow, it's so beautiful. Daddy, Daddy, let me have this, let me order some."
Sheng Xinhua couldn't resist any longer and leaned closer, insisting on placing a flower.
Sheng Xiping held his son's hand, lit the fuse, and then the two of them took a few steps back, watching the fireworks explode in the air.
Sheng Xinyu was still a bit too young to play with anything too advanced, so he just used incense sticks to make little bees and airplanes shoot flowers.
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