Siheyuan: Since 51

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Two silly guys!

He actually locked the door.

Don’t you know I’ll come and give you New Year’s money?

It’s New Year’s Day, you can’t ask me to take down the door, right?

Lin Zhiyuan was quite speechless.

After pondering for a moment, he reached out and gently pushed the door, and a gap appeared.

He put his little finger in and just touched the bolt, then decisively put it into the space.

After successfully entering, Lin Zhiyuan did not stop. He turned into the inner room, threw a red envelope under the pillows of each of them, then turned around and tiptoed away.

When the door closed, Lin Zhiyuan began to worry again.

It’s easy to open the door, take away the bolt, done.

It is not easy to close the door. If you accidentally leave it in its place and it falls to the ground, it will definitely wake people up.

Finally, Lin Zhiyuan decided to go all out. He put the bolt aside, closed the door, and went back to his room to sleep.

New Year's Day.

It was still pitch black outside the window, and it was obviously not dawn yet, when Lin Zhiyuan was awakened by Qin Huairu.

There will definitely be children coming to pay New Year’s greetings today. It would not be a nice sight if they were stuck on the bed.

Get up, wash, heat up the food, and make dumplings.

Lin Zhiyuan was busy, and Lin Manyu had also woken up.

I was arranged to sleep in the small bedroom last night, and I thought about the New Year’s money given by my elder brother and sister-in-law.

I originally wanted to hold on for a while and wait until I got the New Year’s money before going to bed, but who knew that I couldn’t hold on any longer and actually fell asleep.

I reached under the pillow and found a red envelope.

When she took it out and looked inside, there was actually a ten thousand yuan bill. Lin Manyu's mouth curled up instantly.

She happily put on the new clothes Qin Huairu had made for her and skipped out of the door.

"Brother, sister-in-law, Happy New Year."

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, Happy New Year."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Happy New Year. Go wash up and get ready for dinner."

East wing.

Lin Zhihui woke up and saw half a red envelope under the pillow, feeling helpless.

I am so old, and I still get New Year’s money!

Lin Zhihao is different. When he touched the red envelope, he was so happy that he was bursting with joy.

When he opened it and saw that it was a ten thousand yuan bill, he grinned and laughed.

After putting on new clothes and washing up, he went to the east wing.

Lin Zhiyuan has already prepared the meal.

"Come, eat quickly, and then go to pay New Year's greetings."

Thinking of receiving New Year's money, Lin Zhihao responded quickly, "Okay!"

Lin Zhihui felt nothing.

Lin Manyu was also very happy. After the thirteenth day of the lunar year, people usually stop giving out New Year’s money after the twelfth day.

However, it’s not necessarily the case. It depends on the person.

Maybe it is possible?

After dinner, Lin Zhiyuan and Qin Huairu did not go out, but stayed in the living room, waiting for someone to come.

The Yan Jiecheng brothers were the first to appear on the scene.

As soon as they entered the door, the two bowed deeply.

"Brother Zhiyuan, Sister Lin, I wish you both a happy new year, may you be full of energy, rise step by step, and always smile!"

In theory, peers don’t need to give New Year’s money.

Considering that everyone in the courtyard has elders, when Lin Zhihao goes to pay New Year's greetings, he will definitely accept New Year's money, but it would be too embarrassing if he doesn't accept it.

Therefore, Lin Zhiyuan and Qin Huairu discussed and decided to give a red envelope for every dollar less than twelve, not much, just two thousand.

Qin Huairu waved her hand with a smile on her face, "Happy New Year to you too. Come, give each of you a red envelope for good luck."

The two didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise, and they immediately took the red envelopes with smiles on their faces.

Soon after, He Yushui, Liu Guangtian, Yi Xiaobao, Xu Xiaoling and other little kids all came to wish everyone a happy new year, and naturally each of them received a red envelope.

After waiting for a while, no one came.

Lin Zhiyuan stood up and said, "I'm going to go out for a walk."

When he went out, he ran into Yan Bugui. Lin Zhiyuan immediately bowed and said, "Teacher Yan, Happy New Year!"

Yan Bugui laughed and returned the greeting, "Zhiyuan, Happy New Year."

After greeting each other, the two stood in the yard, chatting casually, but suddenly they heard a noise coming from the middle yard.

I couldn't hear what was being said, but I was sure it was Jia Zhang's voice.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but sigh, "Fuck! It's New Year's Day, and this Jia Zhang can't be at peace?"

The two looked at each other and hurried towards the middle courtyard.

It turns out that the children are having a great time collecting New Year's money, and they basically go from house to house to give it out.

The Jia family opened late, so after skipping over, they turned back.

Although there was no plan, they all gathered in front of Jia's house.

After they finished paying New Year's greetings, Jia Zhang just dismissed them with just one sentence.

"My daughter-in-law is lying in bed and can't stand the noise. Go back after paying New Year's greetings!"

Standing at the door watching the fun, Shazhu was rude, his chatterbox attribute activated, and he said in a sarcastic tone: "Hey, you only collect kowtows but no lucky money!"

After these words were spoken, the person who originally wanted to leave stopped again.

How could Jia Zhang possibly pay the money when she has no children at home? This is a typical case of throwing meat buns at a dog, nothing will come back.

There are nearly ten little brats in front of him. At the least, one thousand per person, that's nearly ten thousand. When he lost the cabbage, he could have asked Yi Zhonghai for two thousand. How could he possibly give him ten thousand for free?

"Silly Zhu, shut your stinky mouth."

Sha Zhu pouted, but he didn't back down. "It's New Year's Day, I don't want to argue with you, so keep your mouth shut."

Jia Zhang jumped up three feet high, "You think I want to quarrel with you? That's unlucky enough!"

Sha Zhu snorted coldly, seemingly casually, but with a hint of meaning.

"Some people don't give their children lucky money even when they kowtow to wish them a happy new year. They don't even let them eat a few melon seeds or peanuts. They are so stingy!"

In terms of arguing, Jia Zhang had never been convinced by anyone before, and immediately said in a stern voice: "Who the hell are you talking about?"

"I didn't mention any names, why are you talking to me?"

After Sha Zhu finished speaking, he waved to He Yushui and said, "Come on, Yushui, why are you wishing a happy new year to such a person?"

Lin Zhiyuan and Yan Bugui crossed the hall and saw that quite a few people had gathered in the middle courtyard.

Aunt Xu rarely came back, and she didn't like Jia Zhangshi.

After hearing what Sha Zhu said, he also felt that it was a shame for his daughter to go to New Year's greetings, so he immediately raised his voice and said, "Xiaoling, come back."

Someone took the lead, and others also called their children away.

Lin Zhiyuan looked carefully and didn't see Lin Zhihao, so he felt relieved.

Jia Zhang felt embarrassed, so she stood on the steps and said coldly, "You are so shameless. I don't have any children. Your children came to visit me during the New Year. Aren't they just trying to take advantage of me?"

Aunt Xu was about to go back to the backyard. When she heard this, she immediately said angrily, "Bullshit, who cares about your few dollars?"

Jia Zhang glared with her triangular eyes, "No, what are you doing?"

Just then, Yi Zhonghai stood up.

"It's Chinese New Year, why are you arguing? It's understandable for the younger generation to kowtow to the elders to wish them a happy new year. As for whether to give lucky money, it's up to the individual."

Yi Zhonghai offered one of the four great tolerances of China.

The phrase "It's the New Year" is indeed effective.

It was just a trivial matter, and after this persuasion, everyone dispersed.

Returning to the front yard, Lin Zhiyuan suddenly remembered the two-day appointment with Lin Zhihui, "Teacher Yan, I want to talk to my brother about something, please be busy."

I turned and came to Lin Zhihui's room.