The three old people gave each of the six little ones a red envelope, each containing 20 cents.
When the little guys kowtowed to Shen Chuning and Zhou Yubai, Shen Chuning also took out the red envelopes that he had prepared long ago and gave one to each of the six little guys.
She was also given two cents.
Afterwards, Sun Fengjiao and Xia Yue'e also gave red envelopes to the six children.
But when the six little ones were happily about to go out with the red envelopes, they were stopped by their mother.
"You kids can't hold onto money, so give your New Year's money to your mother first and save it for you. I'll give it to you when you grow up."
"ah--"
"Mom, I'm ten years old this year and I can manage the money myself." Zhou Hongjun, the eldest son of the second family, argued.
The second son, Zhou Minjun, nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, Mom, I am also eight years old, I can also hold the money."
Although Zhou Yongjun is still young, the little guy is very smart.
Seeing his two brothers like this, he quickly hid the red envelope behind his back and said, "I, I can hold the money too!"
The three daughters from the eldest wife's house had already handed over all the money obediently after Sun Fengjiao promised to buy them new hairbands.
Sun Fengjiao gave out a red envelope of RMB 1.2 and left 10 cents for each of the three maids. She then took back 3.30 yuan and was very happy.
He also advised Xia Yue'e: "Yue'e, during the New Year, you should always leave some pocket money for your children."
Xia Yue'e was so angry when she saw her three naughty kids guarding their red envelopes so tightly.
Everyone says it’s good to have a son.
She didn't think it was good to have a son.
If she had a daughter, she would have felt a little comforted and wouldn't have been so irritated by these three naughty boys every day.
Xia Yue'e ignored Sun Fengjiao and glared at her three sons with a stern face, "Why do little kids have so much money on them?
You see, your sister’s red envelopes were all given to your aunt. Mother will also give each of you one cent. Give the New Year’s money to me for safekeeping! ”
The three brothers Zhou Hongjun, Zhou Minjun and Zhou Yongjun had no choice but to hand over the red envelopes obediently.
Zhou Hongjun couldn't help but muttered, "If you keep it, it will turn into corn, sweet potato salt or soy sauce..."
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