Chapter 227 The weight of a gift reflects the weight of its sentiment.
Li Guizhi and the others were busy in the kitchen, Mu Chunping and others were busy tidying up and decorating the temple, while Ning Bao was sitting alone, her little face propped up in her hands, her little brows furrowed, lost in thought.
Lingling lay down next to Ningbao and nudged her with her paw.
"Young master, don't you love the New Year the most? Today is New Year's Eve, why are you staying cooped up in the house instead of going out and having fun?"
Ning Bao sighed softly.
"Alas! I am extremely happy on New Year's Eve, but Master said that juniors should give New Year's gifts to their elders."
This is my first year living with my family, and also the first year I've spent the Lunar New Year with them. As the youngest in the family, I'm thinking about what kind of New Year's gift to give them.
It seems like there are so many people I need to give New Year's gifts to: grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, maternal grandmother, uncles, aunts, the village chief, the village chief's wife, and many, many older brothers...
"Master, didn't your master ever tell you that a small gift carries great meaning?"
Ning Bao shook her head.
"No, my master said that the weight of a gift reflects the weight of the sentiment. Every year, my fellow disciples give our master valuable jade and gold and silver ornaments."
My master said that I am too young to send those things yet, and that I am the one who has the least affection for my master every year.
Grandparents and other family members are the people Ningbao loves and cares about most. Ningbao has very, very deep feelings for them, so Ningbao wants to give them a very, very precious gift.
Lingling: Master, this master is a bit unreliable.
“My lord, I believe that the value of a gift is not in its price but in the sentiment behind it. I am confident that anything you send, whether it is grass or a leaf from the roadside, is of great importance to your family.”
Actually, if you had given each of them a good luck charm, I believe they would have been very happy.
"A peace charm?" Ning Bao was taken aback.
"Isn't a peace charm too ordinary?"
Lingling glanced helplessly at her master. Sigh! Her master was still too young to know how valuable the talisman she had drawn herself was.
At Lingling's urging, Ningbao finally decided to give everyone peace charms.
Ningbao wasn't a procrastinating child. Since she had decided to give out the amulets, she didn't delay. She immediately bent over, picked up her little brush, yellow paper, and cinnabar, and started drawing the amulets on the ground.
The amulets Ningbao gave to her family members were not ordinary amulets; they were custom-made for each person based on their birth date, time, facial features, and destiny.
Lingling raised an eyebrow when she saw the talisman Ningbao drew. She hadn't expected that her master's talent would awaken so early in this life.
Not even four years old, yet able to draw such a high-level talisman. Others might not be able to tell, but Lingling could. Her master's peace talisman could not only ensure safety but also protect life...
Meanwhile, in the next room, Gu Yunrou and her son Shen Muyang were sitting there writing couplets.
As Shen Muyang wrote, he chatted with Gu Yunrou. Thinking about his martial arts training with the outdoor team these past few days, Shen Muyang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"Mother, are the people in Shanglin Village really just ordinary farmers?"
Hearing her son's question, Gu Yunrou stopped what she was doing, looked up at Shen Muyang,
"Yes, they are just ordinary farmers. Recently, Granny Gu has been doing needlework with the women in the village all day long. She has almost found out the family genealogy of every household."
The people of Shanglin Village are indeed ordinary farmers from the border region, but they are very kind, sincere, and simple people. I really like them.
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