Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

Chapter 188

After the reunion dinner, Ling's mother was about to get up to wash the dishes. Ling Yue pressed her on the table: "Mom, it's Chinese New Year today, just sit down, play cards with the big guys and watch the Spring Festival Gala, don't worry about other things .”

Ling's mother was used to these tasks, so she naturally didn't follow her: "Go and fight with them, I have to prepare the dishes for next year."

Ling Yue knew that the next year she was talking about was actually the breakfast on the first day of the first month.

For breakfast on the first day of the first lunar month, Ling's mother always called it "facai meal", and she always ate it very early.

Usually after dinner, the sky is still dark.

Naturally, Ling Yue would not let her do these things alone, so she cleared the table, took out melon seeds, peanut candies, fruits and other small snacks and put them on the table.

She carried boiling water to make a cup of tea for each of the big guys, and said, "Zhaoyang, don't just sit around and play cards with Dad."

Wang Zhaoyang said: "There are few people, Dad wants to upgrade."

Ling Yue put down the teapot: "Then I'll call Mom out."

Ling Yue finally pushed her mother out and asked her to play cards, leaving her and Ling Xiaohua in the kitchen to clean up.

When they packed up and came out, Tongtong sat in front of the TV and laughed happily while watching the sketch.

The family sat until midnight, and Tongtong couldn't help dozing off, and went to rest before eleven o'clock.

Ling Changqing was addicted to leveling up, and everyone stayed with him until twelve o'clock before giving up.

As soon as twelve o'clock arrived, the host of the Spring Festival Gala began to pay New Year's greetings to audiences across the country.

Ling Yue winked at Wang Zhaoyang, Wang Zhaoyang understood, took out a red envelope from his pocket, and distributed it to everyone.

"Mom and Dad, happy Chinese New Year, this is my little thought."

"Qingfeng, Xiaohua, thanks to you this year, we won't be so passive. Take these two red envelopes, don't think too little."

Ling Xiaohua was young after all, she took the red envelope with a smile and opened it, then she opened her eyes and said happily, "Brother-in-law, you are so kind to me!"

Ling Yue had already greeted Wang Zhaoyang.

The red envelopes given to parents this year are the 200 yuan they originally planned to give them for the Chinese New Year.

But this year they brought their parents to Qingpu City, and they didn't think about saving the money, so they gave it to them in this way.

It's just that according to his custom, the red envelopes for the Chinese New Year always have a tail, and they will definitely not just give a whole number.

Ling Changqing was very surprised, took the red envelope from him, touched the thickness of the red envelope, and couldn't help being a little surprised: "Xiao Wang, you have too much, right?"

"Not much, it's just a little bit of my heart, just don't dislike it."

Ling Changqing nodded: "Then I will accept it with the cheek. Old lady, while the children are here, give them what you prepared."

Mother Ling took out a few red envelopes from her pocket with a smile, handed one to Wang Zhaoyang, and said, "Xiao Wang, my mother can't speak, so I wish you a prosperous business and a lot of money."

Wang Zhaoyang didn't hesitate, he took it and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his clothes.

She handed another red envelope to Ling Yue: "Xiao Yue, this is yours, and I will give it to Tong Tong tomorrow morning."

Immediately afterwards, he handed another one to Ling Qingfeng and Ling Xiaohua: "These two belong to you. You must work hard next year, and you must not steal or play tricks."

Ling Xiaohua protested: "Mom, what do you say when you celebrate Chinese New Year!"

"It's alright, alright, don't say a few words, you're such an adult and you still bicker with Mom." Ling Qingfeng grinned, "Mom, I don't have much money around me, but my sister also paid me a salary. I have no place to spend this money in my hand, so I will borrow flowers to present to Buddha, I wish you and Dad peace and beauty."

Mother Ling smiled and nodded in agreement.

Ling Changqing watched her take Ling Qingfeng's red envelope with eager eyes, and then looked at Ling Qingfeng anxiously: "Qingfeng, what about mine?"

Ling Qingfeng said embarrassingly: "Dad, you can't do this, I have already given my nearly 500 yuan salary for the past three months to Mom."

Ling Changqing was not happy: "I don't have a share of co-authoring?"

Ling Qingfeng had no choice but to cast his eyes on Ling Yue for help.

Ling Yue pretended not to see it, but just looked at him with a smile.

He had no choice but to touch his pocket, only the red envelope that Wang Zhaoyang sent him just now was in his pocket.

Without thinking about it, he took out the red envelope: "Dad, this is what my brother-in-law gave me just now, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Changqing snatched it away: "After all, it is my most beloved Yao'er, who knows that he loves me."

Ling Qingfeng didn't open the red envelope Wang Zhaoyang gave him, but was cut off by Ling Changqing instead.

Ling Changqing took a look at it, and his eyes immediately popped out: "Xiao Wang, why did you wrap such a big red envelope for him?"

Wang Zhaoyang gave Ling Gongqing a red envelope of 220 yuan.

The red envelopes for brother-in-law and sister-in-law are 160 yuan each.

But the current hundred-yuan bills are still relatively rare, and they are basically used in Da Tuan, so the red envelopes look thick.

"Dad, this is all my wish, just don't think too little."

After all, Ling Xiaohua has eyesight.

Before Ling Changqing asked her for it, she took the initiative to hand over the red envelope: "Dad, Mom, this is my red envelope for you. I wish you eternal youth."

Ling Changqing took a look, and immediately smiled: "Sure enough, she is a good daughter of Dad!"

Gouging out another look at Ling Qingfeng, "Xiaohua gave me a red envelope of 220, but you only gave me 160."

Ling's mother patted him: "Okay, it's not easy for the children to earn some money, so stop talking sarcastic."

The family distributed red envelopes to each other, joked about each other for a while, the Spring Festival Gala was over, and everyone lost their mind to continue playing cards, plus they had to get up early tomorrow to make breakfast and go to rest.

Ling Xiaohua and Ling Qingfeng didn't go to guard the store either, but asked Wang Zhaoyang and Ling Qingfeng to sleep on the floor here, and Ling Xiaohua and Ling Yue took Tongtong to sleep on the same bed.

At 04:30 in the morning, Mother Ling got up to prepare breakfast.

Ling Yue heard the movement, forced her eyes to open, and went to the kitchen to help.

They are light-handed, and even the frequency of stir-frying is much less than before.

It's only five forty after the meal is ready.

Ling Yue woke up the crowd softly, and when they finished washing, they all sat down at the dining table. Ling Changqing directed Wang Zhaoyang to set off a string of firecrackers.

After breakfast, it was only 06:30.

Ling Yue and Ling Xiaohua cleaned up the dishes, and Tongtong turned on the TV habitually, but there was snowflakes on the TV, and there was no program playing.

She couldn't help being a little discouraged: "Why are there no shows during the Chinese New Year?"

Ling Yue comforted her: "Tong Tong will watch TV later, let's change into new clothes first, shall we?"

After all, Tongtong was young, when she heard that there were new clothes to wear, she followed her to change into new clothes.

Ling Yue washed Tongtong's face, changed into new clothes, tied two balls on her head with a red silk hair tie, and brought her to the store.

When everyone saw Tongtong's makeup, they all praised her.

Tongtong was originally cute, but the food has been prepared in the past six months, her face has become fleshy, and her face has become round and whiter. She is wearing a bright red jacket, and she looks like a New Year's doll walking out of a painting. .

(End of this chapter)