On New Year’s Eve, not many people choose to eat the New Year’s Eve dinner. After all, there is no electricity, so the New Year’s Eve dinner will be in the dark. Most people choose to have a reunion dinner at noon.
The Ling family had a sumptuous meal, with fish, meat, and even a chicken.
The fish and meat are grilled, the local chicken is stewed with oil noodles, and there are various stir-fries.
Meng Qidi dug out a bottle of rice wine from under the tree.
Although it was just a New Year's Eve dinner for three people, the three of them were very happy...
According to custom, people have to worship their ancestors on the afternoon of New Year's Eve.
The three of them went to the back mountain carrying the basket containing the offerings.
In addition to offering sacrifices, we also clear the weeds around the cemetery.
The old lady squatted beside the grave and muttered something softly. After a long time, she stood up with a smile.
In the past, she always forced herself to smile when visiting the graves. Now when she thinks back on it, she doesn’t know how she managed to get through all those years.
When she came to see the old man today, she was really happy. Her family was getting better and better, and her eyesight was getting better too.
Her eyes were recovering during the Double Ninth Festival, so she didn't come.
While the old lady was talking, Meng Qidi led Xiao Chengzi to weed with a knife.
After returning from the ancestor worship, Ling Cheng couldn't help but wear his new clothes to show off in the village, intending to talk about what he saw in the city yesterday.
Mengjia Lane.
After the reunion dinner, Meng Daqiang didn't see Zhao Hong when he came out, and his sister-in-law Sun Fang cleared the table reluctantly.
Old Man Meng stopped his youngest son who was about to go out to find a wife, "Da Qiang, our family has made a lot of money this year, so you have to go to the grave in person."
Meng Daqiang paused and had no choice but to go to the grave first.
After returning from visiting the graves, the village was bustling with activity. Meng Daqiang put down his hatchet and quickly returned to the house. He looked around the house but didn't see Zhao Hong.
"What's wrong, Daqiang? Zhao Hong didn't come back? She's so old, is she still afraid that she'll get lost?"
Old Mrs. Meng looked at her son running around with some displeasure.
Meng Daqiang ignored her, ran into the room, fumbled in the cabinet, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found the passbook. However, when he saw what was inside the passbook, his face changed, and he threw the passbook away and ran out.
"What's wrong, Daqiang?" Old Mrs. Meng just sat down and quickly stood up.
"Five hundred yuan was withdrawn from the passbook." Meng Daqiang grabbed his coat and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Old Mrs. Meng chased after him worriedly.
"Don't worry, I'll go find her." Meng Daqiang went out while speaking.
There were almost no cars to go to the county town at that time, so you had to walk. Meng Daqiang borrowed a bicycle and rode to the county town.
Mrs. Meng just stamped her feet at home, glanced at Meng Xiaofu beside her, and said angrily, "What are you standing there for? Go find your fifth sister!"
"Looking for...looking for Fifth Sister? What do you want to do with Fifth Sister?" Meng Xiaofu didn't react for a long time.
"Zhao Hong is simply..." Old Lady Meng took a deep breath, "Forget it, it's no use looking for your fifth sister now. Go back to the house. If you catch a cold outside, it will cost money again."
It’s too late to find Xiaoqi now. If it wasn’t for her, Lao Si shouldn’t have brought that troublemaker back!
It is really rare to steal money from your own family during the Chinese New Year.
Mrs. Meng paused. Why did she steal the money? Was she planning to run away with the money?
This woman said she was going to find Yuzhen, but she never came back. If Daqiang hadn't gone to find her...
The more Mrs. Meng thought about it, the more possible it seemed to her. She could no longer sit still, so she hurried to Meng Daqiang's room and took the passbook away.
This time I only took four or five hundred yuan from him. If I were to get it back, I'm afraid he would take it all.
On this side, Meng Daqiang just arrived in the town on his bike and saw Zhao Hong getting off the bus. Her face was flushed, she had changed into a new set of clothes, and her hair was a little curled.
Seeing Meng Daqiang riding over, her smiling face faded and she walked over unhappily, "Why are you here?"
"What did you do with the money?" Meng Daqiang said with a cold face. After coming back from Guangdong Province, she would go out almost every few days.
Zhao Hong brushed her hair, a barely perceptible hint of disdain flashing across her eyes.
"It's the New Year, you have money in your bankbook, why don't you buy me new clothes for the New Year? Meng Daqiang, you have money but you are reluctant to pay it to me in Guang Province."
The further Zhao Hong spoke, the more confident she became, without feeling guilty at all.
Meng Daqiang would not allow her to embarrass herself there, so he just dragged her away.
"Zhao Hong, I've been nice to you for a few days, and you want to do something bad to me, right?"
"Let me go, Meng Daqiang. I didn't say anything wrong. You obviously have money but you won't give it to me. You just want to see me laugh."
Meng Daqiang angrily pushed her away and said sarcastically, "That's right, I, Meng Daqiang, like to have a green head."
Who the hell knew that this woman had gotten him into the dance hall? He took two hundred yuan with him when he went to find her, and the rest of the money was saved for planting lotus roots next year.
The couple had a quarrel in the town and walked back with gloomy faces.
It was already dark when Meng Daqiang arrived at the village, but he still rode his bicycle.
Zhao Hong came back and without even looking at Old Lady Meng who was waiting in the yard, she went straight into the room and closed the door with a bang.
Old Mrs. Meng's fingers trembled with anger. What kind of attitude is this? The Meng family doesn't owe her anything!
Meng Daqiang came in and locked the gate.
Old Mrs. Meng came over quickly and lowered her voice, "Old Four, what's wrong with Zhao Hong?"
Meng Daqiang got angry when he talked about this, "He used the money to buy clothes."
He had saved so much money for such a long time, but it was really...
"What? You bought one for 500 yuan?" Old Mrs. Meng raised her voice a little, a little annoyed.
"Buying all new clothes? Does she think she's a child? Aren't the clothes she brought back from outside enough to wear?"
The windowsill on the first floor was suddenly pushed open, and Zhao Hong said with a sullen face and cold eyes, "Did I spend your money? Mind your own business."
"Fourth Brother! Look at this woman! She is so outrageous!" Old Mrs. Meng was so angry that she jumped up and down.
That was her son's money, earned bit by bit. This lazy woman didn't say anything when she spent some money.
He spent five hundred dollars secretly!
These five hundred yuan are the food rations for their whole family for a year.
It wasn't her money, so she didn't feel bad...
The more she thought about it, the more distressed Mrs. Meng felt. It would be better for this woman to run away with another man today...
Meng Daqiang was getting a headache from the noise, "Shut up! Hurry up and spend the New Year's Eve, we still have to celebrate the New Year tomorrow!"
What else can I do now that the flowers have been spent?
Zhao Hong slammed the windowsill with a cold face.
Old Mrs. Meng gently tugged at her son and lowered her voice, "Your passbook is here with me. Tell me when you spend money."
Meng Daqiang nodded impatiently and walked into the house with a tired look on his face. "You guys can do whatever you want."
He had no objection to leaving the passbook with his mother, and he didn't have to worry about them dividing the money between the eldest and second sons. He still had this confidence.
Her son had no objection to leaving the passbook with her. Old Mrs. Meng breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her son's back distressedly. "Go to bed early. Your father and I will take care of it."
Zhao Hong is simply lawless now. If Xiao Qi were here, I wonder if she can still do what she wants!
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