Siheyuan: Spring and Autumn

Qin Huairu didn't see the situation in the kitchen clearly, but subconsciously thought that all the dumplings had fallen into the stove and she would not be able to have the New Year's Eve dinner.

"What?"

Jia Zhang quickly turned her head and looked towards the kitchen, feeling extremely distressed. Those were dumplings wrapped with meat, and they were only eaten two or three times a year. How could they be ruined like this?

There was still smoke rising from the room, but she could see clearly what was going on inside. She hurried into the kitchen to check, and saw clearly that there was a crack at the bottom of the pot. Although the dumplings did not leak out, they were squeezed to the bottom of the pot and stuck together because there was no water.

"Oh, Huairu, what's going on? Are you ruining the house during New Year's Day?"

Jia Zhang couldn't believe her eyes and her heart ached. At this moment, the dumplings in the pot were nothing; the broken pot was a big deal.

In the north, this kind of thing is called smashing the pot, which means bad luck, especially smashing the pot during the Chinese New Year, which symbolizes bad luck for the whole year.

Although we are now destroying the four olds and cracking down on feudal superstitions, some things are engraved in the bones of the people and will not be forgotten immediately.

Even if we don’t talk about feudal superstition, the family still has to buy a new pot, which not only costs money but also requires industrial coupons. The loss is too huge!

"Bang Geng threw the firecrackers at my feet, I got scared, and I broke the pot."

"Why don't you just smash your head? You're so old, but you can be scared by the sound of firecrackers. You're really capable. You can't do anything right."

Jia Zhang cursed and swore, both to vent her anger and to protect her.

Well, in just a short while, the entrance to the Jia family was surrounded by people, and everyone was happily watching the joke. The Jia family is really nice. On New Year's Day, they are still dedicated to entertaining everyone. They should be praised, and I hope they can keep up the good work and achieve greater success.

"Okay, stop looking. Huairu, go wash up and get rid of the dust. Sister-in-law, clean up the kitchen and make sure the dumplings in the pot are not spilled. It won't affect the food. I have water boiling in my pot, so hurry up and take the dumplings over and cook them. Don't waste them."

Unlike the three crying children in the Jia family, the atmosphere in the Qin family was very lively, happy, harmonious and full of joy.

And through the light shining through the window, you can see snowflakes flying outside. The winter in Beijing is really cold.

"I and my motherland are inseparable. Wherever I go, a song of praise flows out. I sing every high mountain..."

At the dining table, Qin Jingli, Qin Jinglin and Qin Jingping stood in a row and sang loudly the song "My Motherland and I" written by Qin Zheng. The childish voices were clear and melodious, as beautiful as the sound of a yellow oriole singing out of a valley.

After the song was over, the adults applauded and cheered.

"Come on, Jingli, Jinglin, Jingping, come, sit down and enjoy the delicious food."

Han Qing greeted happily.

"Thank you grandma."

After that, they returned to their seats and sat down.

As for the two little babies, they were sleeping soundly in the cribs designed by Qin Zheng beside the table.

Yu Li did not spend New Year's Eve at Qin's house, while Lou Jianye and his family returned to China before the Spring Festival and celebrated the New Year at their own home.

Qin Jingli said: "Second Uncle, please sing a song for us too."

"Okay, I'll sing you a new song I wrote, called 'I Love You, My Motherland'."

Qin Zheng also stood up and sang like the children:

Lark flies across the blue sky

……

I love your motherland

I love you the flourishing seedlings of spring

I love your golden fruits in autumn

I love your pine temperament

I love you red plum character

I love the sugar cane in your hometown

……

("I Love You, China" is a patriotic song written by Qu Cong, composed by Zheng Qiufeng, and originally sung by Ye Peiying)

After the song, there was applause in the room.

"Second uncle is really amazing."

Qin Jingli praised.

Qin Jinglin also said: "Dad is great."

Qin Jingping also nodded vigorously, saying that the song was great. This girl was a bit introverted and quiet, and she didn't talk much.

"Come, drink and eat."

Qin Ming said as he opened a jar of medicinal wine and began to distribute the wine.

Ever since Qin Zheng started studying medicine, there has never been a shortage of medicinal wine and health pills at home. All the medicinal materials are produced in the space, they are absolutely top-quality, and the effects are obvious. Now Qin Leshan and Han Qing's bodies are very healthy.

After the meal, the children went to the east wing to play, while the adults sat down to drink tea and chat.

"Dad, brother, you should also feel that the situation this year is not optimistic. I remind you that you should do more and talk less at work. Also, you'd better carry this "Quotations" with you at all times, and it's best to memorize the contents inside. This is very important."

Qin Zheng explained solemnly.

Qin Leshan and Qin Ming looked at each other and nodded seriously. They were no longer rookies in the officialdom, so they naturally understood the meaning of Qin Zheng's words.

Chen Xueru said: "Brother Zheng, I want to give up the dividends from the silk shop and just take the salary. Is that okay with you?"

Xu Huizhen also said: "Me too, I don't work in the tavern now, and I don't want dividends."

"Yes. The redemption time is coming soon. By then, these public-private partnerships will definitely become collective enterprises or state-owned enterprises. It is not a bad thing to not ask for dividends in advance." Qin Zheng said.

"Well, your two suggestions are very good. Our family is not short of money."

Qin Leshan made the final decision.

For the next ten years, even though Chen Xueru's family was a private business owner, Qin Zheng was not worried about anything happening, let alone the impact on his family. However, he was very clear about the preparations he had to make. He had enlarged the photos of the leaders' three meetings with him and hung them on the wall of his living room. With these photos, no one dared to be presumptuous in his home.

If the Qin family celebrated New Year's Eve in a warm and lively manner, then Xu Damao's family was in chaos.

"Snapped."

A bowl fell to the ground, with pieces scattering everywhere. Then, the eight-immortal table was pushed to the ground, with cups and plates in a mess and vegetable juice splashing everywhere.

"what?"

Xu Xiaoling jumped up in shock: "Sister-in-law, what are you doing?"

"Jin Xifeng, what are you crazy about?"

Xu Damao also shouted angrily.

Jin Xifeng's chest rose and fell rapidly, and she said angrily, "What are you crazy about? What do you think I am crazy about? You give me a cold shoulder every day, and now that we are here, your mother is also blaming me for something else. She is just short of pointing her finger at me and saying that I am a chicken that doesn't lay eggs."

"My mother is your elder, please be polite to me."

"You're welcome. Don't expect me to be polite again. After the New Year, I will divorce you. Go find a chicken that lays eggs."

After saying that, she picked up her bag, opened the door and walked out.

Xu Xiaoling quickly shouted: "Sister-in-law, don't go, it's too late."

"Don't worry about her, let her go, and don't come back once she leaves."

Xu Damao was so angry that he hurried to stop her. As for Xu Wude and his wife, they just looked at their daughter-in-law's back coldly, with no intention of keeping her.