Qiong Yin lingers

Chapter 26 The New Year

In [-], New Year's Eve.

Meng Huaxiang took Liu Guangwei and Wu Linlin, and posted red couplets inside and outside the teahouse, and specially posted two short couplets saying "no taboo" and "safety in and out" at the door.

Zhang Wenxuan led Zhang Wenqian and lit two red firecrackers. The red firecracker papers flew in the air, mixed with the faint scent of firecrackers in the air, showing the happiness and warmth of the whole family.

Turning over the oil in the pot several times, watching the five-legged little piggy turn golden yellow, Meng Huaxiang smiled so that the wrinkles at the end of the eyes became more and more: "Wenxuan, Wenqian, come to the entrance of the village quickly, see your father Reached?"

Zhang Wenxuan raised his hand and looked at Mickey's electronic watch: "Don't panic, grandma, my dad said on the phone that he will be there on time at six o'clock. My dad has always been punctual, so don't worry!"

Meng Huaxiang looked out of the door and complained, "Can I not be in a hurry? These five-legged pigs and beef jerky must be eaten while they are hot. If it is later, the pork offal and sauerkraut will be covered with oil!" "

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!
"Toot, toot, toot!" With the sound of the whistle, a Santana stopped at the door of the teahouse.

Zhang Shennian gathered his crisp suit and got out of the car energetically.

Today's Zhang Shennian has not only opened up the "bilateral trade" channel of shipping, but also cooperated with Wang Yunfei to establish a number of cultural and foreign trade companies, making import and export freight and inland shipping business flourish.

Because of the expansion of his business, he was able to easily eat Wang Yunfei's real estate, and the number on the passbook soared to seven figures.

After he was transported by sea, he opened the door to a new world. Huang Simei stayed in the village and also had his own new style: the Oriental Tea House has become a bright spot in Erxian Village and Triangle Park; There is a stable output of monthly special performances of major dramas, such as the karaoke tables for tea customers in daily teahouses, and the attendance rate of Qiongju operas is also getting higher and higher.

Although Meng Huaxiang was noncommittal about the adaptation of the excerpts, and complained a lot about the mode of ordering songs by tea guests, he was really grateful for Huang Simei's "poor is thinking of change"-at least, the "root" of Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe was retained.

Zhang Shennian got out of the car, searched his eyes, and fixed on Huang Simei: she was wearing a slim red dress with white dots, red high-heeled leather shoes on her feet, and a red and white retro flower headband with color matching on her head. , with long hair hanging behind her back, she is slender and slim.

The breeze lifted the corners of her skirt, and she looked like an eighteen-year-old girl, making Zhang Shennian's eyes straight.

Opening his arms, Zhang Chennian impatiently stepped forward, picked up Huang Simimei and turned around in a big circle: "My wife is indeed the most beautiful in the world!"

Meng Huaxiang snorted coldly: "You only care about running around overseas, but you are at ease. You don't know how difficult it is for us to live here! Especially Simei, look at her, she has no flesh! She is so thin It's out of shape!"

In the eyes of the elderly, being fat is a blessing.

Zhang Shennian dragged Huang Simei around several times, and even praised his wife for her graceful figure: "Grandma, you don't understand the current fashion. Amei's little leather shoes and dress are the most popular outfits for Hong Kong and Taiwan stars. She With such a figure, the clothes on her are really like a star! If she wears this body with a round waist and a 200-pound shoulder, it will be a mere imitation and make people laugh! The heels can be crushed!"

As soon as Zhang Shennian spoke, Meng Huaxiang wanted to beat him up, and was so angry that he repeatedly called "monkey grandson" a few times.

Looking at Zhang Shennian, Huang Simi's eyes swelled with distress: "It's dark! It's thinner!"

The driver standing by the side couldn't help covering his mouth and snickering: "If my wife sees Mr. who just got off the boat, I will definitely not recognize him..."

After listening to the driver's description of Zhang Shennian's "savage" long-haired shawl and beard covering his chest, Huang Simimei's eyes were as big as eggs, which made Zhang Shennian laugh again.

Zhang Wenxuan and Zhang Wenqian looked at Zhang Shennian for a long time, and finally confirmed that this bronze-colored man with big white teeth was his father who had been away for several years. For a while, they felt a little "nearly close to home", and their shoulders collided with each other. , No one dared to step forward and call Dad.

Zhang Shennian stared at his wife for about ten minutes, and contentedly slapped her face left and right, and finally found that his son and daughter were standing aside.

Looking at his son strung up to his chest, Zhang Shennian reached out his hand to his creaking nest, wanting to pick him up and throw him high, but he found that this simple action in the past is extremely difficult now: when his son grows up, he can't lift it up. Woke up!
Zhang Wenxuan lowered his eyelashes in embarrassment: "Abba! I'm almost ten years old!"

Turning his head to look at his daughter, Zhang Shennian forced his respect and held his daughter high: "Daddy is back!"

Zhang Wenqian giggled happily, applauded and cheered: "Dad is back!"

"Ouch! It really is Dad's little padded jacket! You still love Dad the most!"

Everyone in the Qiong Opera Troupe laughed from ear to ear as they watched them enjoying themselves happily. Meng Huaxiang was eager to let everyone go to the table for the New Year's Eve dinner, and tapped on his crutches to remind them: "Set off the firecrackers quickly! Hurry up, pay homage to the public first, and then eat!" "

Lighting the wheel firecrackers on the door of the teahouse symbolizes the official opening of the New Year's Eve dinner, which symbolizes the year's abundance of food and clothing.

The snow-white smoke enveloped the teahouse little by little, as if covering the entire Oriental Qiong Opera Troupe with a layer of immortality. Amidst the sound of firecrackers at the New Year’s Eve dinner and the laughter of the Qiong Opera Troupe, the Qiong Opera Troupe ushered in a new year again. year!
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After entering the house, Zhang Shennian bought a big brother for his mother and Huang Simimei respectively: "This is a hot commodity that I entrusted someone to bring back from Guangzhou. From now on, we can communicate anytime, anywhere!"

After getting a landline two years ago, Zhang Shennian installed one at home.Every time he arrived at Yangpu and couldn't make it back, he would talk on the phone with Huang Simei.But as soon as he went to sea and Huang Simei left Erxian Village, the two often couldn't speak for a month, and could only write letters to each other.

With this big brother, you can talk anytime, anywhere.

Huang Simi held the big brother, her heart was warm, and she smiled from ear to ear.

Meng Huaxiang asked the price repeatedly, and when she heard that the big brick cost 2 yuan, she yelled at Zhang Shennian to return it quickly: "I am an old woman, holding this 2 yuan brick is hot! Go back!" Back off!"

Zhang Shennian happily patted her hand: "Your son is a money-loser now! Sister, don't make a fuss. Besides, you are now in charge of the Oriental Tea House, and the future of our Qiong Opera Troupe is in your hands. If I I have found some business opportunities for the development of Qiongju opera overseas, so I have to ask you for instructions in time?"

Meng Huaxiang, who was originally resolute, slowed down: "Is there really anyone watching Qiong Opera overseas?"

"Why not? Back then, when we went to perform in Thailand, Princess Sirindhorn took a photo with us and gave us congratulatory gifts in person! Our overseas Chinese are living in a foreign country and their hearts are on islands. They have a strong local accent. The Qiongju Opera, I miss it so much! I am often caught by them to sing an excerpt, and one person plays multiple roles. I am thinking, if there is a chance, I will let the Qiongju Opera go out to sea again and regain its glory!"

Meng Huaxiang muttered "difficult", but the smile on his face was rippling little by little, and his heart was full of joy: "Then, I will put it away first, if there is news, remember to tell me as soon as possible!"

Zhang Shennian winked mischievously at his wife: You succeeded in fooling me!

Meng Huaxiang hugged her big brother, complaining all kinds of things were too expensive, but she couldn't help dialing the landline at home, and when she heard the ringing of jingle bells, she was startled: "Unexpectedly, this big brick , can really make a phone call..."

As she said that, she put away her elder brother carefully, and hurriedly greeted her son and daughter-in-law, Bai Gong: "Quick! Bai Gong! Eat!"

At the dinner table, the big brother in Zhang Shennian's hand was ringing non-stop, making him overwhelmed.

In the early years when landline telephones became popular and BB phones were available, he had to run to the phone from time to time. Now that he has a mobile phone, he just kept up with the situation and prepared a mobile phone for his mobile phone.

This rare thing really makes business communication smoother, and now the shipping business is booming.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, on the big Sony color TV in the house, the Spring Festival Gala was singing.

"On the night of New Year's Eve, the whole family is reunited. Even if someone is in a foreign country, they must go back in time! On New Year's Eve, when offering sacrifices to ancestors, the whole family, young and old, pay respects to their ancestors. Don't wait, your ancestors shed blood and sweat, and how many good words your ancestors left behind are better than gold, silver, and treasures..."

The second program of the Spring Festival Gala is the children's Peking Opera "Jutan Xinrui".

Meng Huaxiang stared enviously at the screen: "Look! Peking Opera is on the Spring Festival Gala again! Even Suzhou Pingtan "Suzhou Victory Paradise" has been on the Spring Festival Gala. I don't know when our Qiong Opera will be on the Spring Festival Gala..."

Zhang Shennian rubbed his nose, not daring to say anything: Nowadays, young people can't speak Hainanese well, so it's a bit difficult to expect Qiongju to appear in the Spring Festival Gala.

It was Huang Simei who comforted her: "We will be performing in the general meeting! Our island Qiongju opera is also a treasure left by our ancestors! If Peking Opera and Pingtan can be performed, Qiongju opera will definitely be able to!"

Nodding in agreement, Zhang Chennian said with a smile: "I have fallen behind in my basic skills in the past two years, I have to practice, maybe one day, the two of us will be able to perform an excerpt in front of the people of the whole country!"

Huang Simei pursed her lips and smiled, raised the orchid and pointed at his head: "You! Sweet dreams are delicious!"

Amidst the sound of firecrackers, Zhang Wenxuan and Zhang Wenqian fell into a deep sleep, while Zhang Shennian and Huang Simei sat in the room and began to count the money they had worked so hard to save this year.

Huang Simi held a stack of banknotes in her hand, and shook them triumphantly: "Guess, how much savings does our family have now?"

Zhang Shennian shook his head: "I'm not sure, anyway, the money I earned, except for the loan repayment, was deposited in your passbook. You can do the math yourself!"

Huang Simei took out the passbook and counted the numbers on it for Zhang Shennian: "Our family has 120 million now!"

Counting the zeros above, Zhang Shennian felt infinitely emotional: "Five years ago, I was a self-employed man who set up a street stall, and you were still guarding the troupe to perform in ten miles and eight towns; three years ago, I still owed the bank millions of dollars." , I was worried all day because I was afraid of being imprisoned; I didn’t expect that the deposit would be seven figures in a blink of an eye! It’s really the same as singing in Qiongju opera: I’m afraid this is a Huangliang dream!”

While the husband and wife were chatting, thinking about the nightmare of real estate speculation three years ago, Zhang Shennian slapped his head: "By the way, I took over Brother Yunfei's real estate, and he and his sister-in-law split up. …It just so happens that there is a school next door, and the principal said that he would reserve a place for me to study. I thought, if we don’t go to Sanya to settle down for the time being, then we have to buy a land next to the school in Dongfang City and build a building. So , I entrusted someone in advance and bought a few more pieces of land..."

Two years ago, the state included "nine-year compulsory education law" of "enrolling in the nearest school", and school district housing became popular.

Dongfang No. [-] is not developing commercial housing yet, but the household registration near the school is more popular.

Zhang Shennian has a lot of money, and when he spends money, he is no longer tied up in the past. He not only rebuilds his own real estate, takes over the entire building of Wang Yunfei, but also buys a large piece of land near the key elementary school and key middle school in the eastern urban area. .

Huang Simimei was noncommittal about building buildings and buying land, but she supported Zhang Shennian's suggestion of low-rent housing: "Now we are the part of the people who get rich first, and it is our duty to help our parents and fellow villagers!"

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The two were chatting, and the voice of the Spring Festival Gala skit came: "Workers must think about the country, if I am not laid off, whoever will be laid off."

Zhang Shennian frowned: "There are few workers on our island, so the fundamentals will not be greatly affected, but this line... is stuck in the hearts of the workers!"

Huang Simmei was so angry that she almost smashed the rear-projection TV: "My aunt is a worker at Hongquan Farm. After being laid off a few months ago, she had to go to the sisal field to cut sisal every day. It turned out that there were too many laid-off workers and the temporary workers were all there today. There is no tomorrow, and she is so worried that her hair will turn white in two months! My uncle used to work in a construction factory, but now he has a sword hanging over his head. He is always worried that if he is laid off, it will be his turn again. Go! It’s Chinese New Year, actors say this in front of the people of the whole country, it’s just embarrassing people!”

Sighing, Zhang Shennian said thoughtfully: "Over there in Yangpu, Yunfei and I newly opened a foreign trade company. I recruited many laid-off workers of different ages. Wang Yunfei suggested recruiting more junior students in their teens and twenties. , work hard. But in my opinion, these laid-off workers cherish job opportunities even more, and their work is no worse than the younger generations."

Huang Simei greatly agrees with her husband's approach: "We are also beneficiaries of the reform and opening up now. We must first get rich and help others get rich later. These laid-off workers used to be the screws who worked diligently to stick to their posts. Now it is said that they are laid off when they are laid off. If this is a family where two couples are workers, wouldn’t that mean that the family’s livelihood would be cut off?”

Sighing helplessly, Zhang Chennian took it for granted: "This is a sad thing to begin with. It's not appropriate to put it on like this at the Spring Festival Gala—isn't this just pouring salt on people's wounds?!"

While the husband and wife were feeling emotional, the time quietly turned to twelve o'clock, Huang Simimei took out the firecrackers that had been prepared early, and asked Zhang Shennian to go to the incense and fire the firecrackers.

There is a custom in the East: on the 24th day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, at twelve o'clock on the eve of the New Year's Eve, every household blows firecrackers to welcome the "gong" at home to celebrate the new year.

Therefore, every household will start firing cannons at twelve o'clock, in order to let the "gongs" of the ancestors in the sky go down to earth together, and the whole family will be reunited to celebrate the new year.

In the sound of firecrackers one after another, the new year is ushered in.

(End of this chapter)