Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 607 621 [Send red envelopes] (two more)

Song Taigong's house, in the middle hall——
The smog was lingering, and the ancestor of the Song family, Song Taigong, was sitting on a grand teacher's chair——wearing a maroon Chinese-style long jacket, with bowl-sized "Shou" characters embroidered on the fabric.

Generally speaking, this kind of clothes are worn by "old" people, which is what people often call "shroud clothes". Most people don't know how to wear them, and they look unlucky, but it's different when they are worn by Song Taigong. Wearing it is not only not bad luck, but also very happy, because this year he is 89 years old, and he is just at the threshold of "dead with madness". Wearing this dress can confuse those bull-headed horse faces, and maybe it can increase happiness and longevity, and live longer several years.

At this moment, Song Taizheng was sitting in a precarious position, with a gray beard and white hair on the top of his head. His face was thin and energetic, and he looked very dignified.

Behind Song Taigong is a long incense table, carved from pear blossom wood, engraved with the pattern of the Eight Immortals, on which are placed the ancestral tablets of the Song family and the statues of the Sanqing.

This was not allowed in the past, because of feudal superstition, when the Four Olds were broken, the ancestral tablets of the Song family were almost confiscated and burned. It was Song Taigong who risked his life and death to forcefully hide these ancestral tablets in his own house In the "sweet potato cellar" used to store grain, this escaped disaster.

Now, Song Taigong is also old, but he is full of children and grandchildren, and has become the living ancestor of the Song family. No one can replace this honor.

Song Taigong sat down, and the others lined up according to generation, holding gifts in their hands, and one by one went forward to kowtow to Song Taigong to pay New Year's greetings.

"Old brother, I wish you a long life, Song Lao Liu wishes you a New Year greeting!" An old man presented two bottles of good wine in his hand.

"Father, son Song Jianguo kowtows to you for New Year's greetings!" Song Jianguo put the new clothes he prepared early in the morning on the table next to the grandpa.

"Hello Grandpa, grandson Song Jianren kowtows to you for New Year's greetings!" As Song Taigong's close grandson, Song Jianren presented a handful of cakes shaped like birthday peaches.

Everyone came forward one after another, like making dumplings, and kowtowed to Song Taigong to pay New Year's greetings and present gifts.

Song Taigong is also well-prepared, juniors and the like, each of them has a red envelope --- when you take it apart, the red envelopes are also divided into grades, the lowest is only one yuan, followed by two yuan, some are relatively close, or It is said that the ones that are more pleasing to the grandpa are worth five yuan when you take them apart, and some are particularly pleasing, and you can even receive ten yuan.

Those young people who are about the same age as Song Zhichao have almost kowtowed to the grandpa and paid New Year's greetings.

One of them received a red envelope of ten yuan, two received a red envelope of five yuan, three received a red envelope of two yuan, and the other four girls all received a red envelope of one yuan. It can be seen that Song Taigong is more "patriarchal" and has serious feudal thoughts.

Song Zhichao was at the end of the line, and soon it was his turn to play.

Before going on stage, his father Song Haiming pulled Song Zhichao aside and muttered a few words, to the effect that he should speak well to please his grandpa.

Although Song Zhichao didn't care about this, but in order to reassure his father, he agreed and promised him that he would speak well.

While talking, someone called Song Zhichao's name, and Song Zhichao knew that it was his turn.

Song Zhichao stepped forward, took a look at Song Taigong, who was sitting tall and looked like an antique, sitting on the teacher's chair, and said with a smile: "Grandson Song Zhichao, I wish you a happy new year and all the best for you!" Song Zhichao also uttered a bunch of auspicious words and good words in one go.

In other words, Song Taigong still has some impressions of Song Zhichao, a junior, mainly because his son is often compared with Song Haiming, and his grandson Song Jianren is often compared with Song Zhichao. I am more concerned.

At this moment, Song Zhichao's obedient and auspicious words were in his ears. It was undeniable that Song Taigong felt very comfortable and happy to hear it, but soon he became unhappy because he saw the gift presented by Song Zhichao.

To be precise, it was a gift carefully prepared by Song Haiming—a pair of old cotton shoes embroidered with the Chinese characters for birthday, which his wife Wang Jinfeng specially sewed for Song Taigong.

Such a gift is very meaningful to Song Haiming, after all, it is sewn stitch by stitch by his mother-in-law, but in Song Taigong's eyes, it looks very shabby.

"You are A Chao. I heard from your father that you went to work in the south. When did you come back?" Song Taigong asked politely.

"I just got home yesterday." Song Zhichao said.

"I just came back - I came to see me just after I came back, so I am interested."

"Send a New Year's greeting to your third uncle, you should." Song Zhichao was neither humble nor overbearing.

Song Taigong smiled: "Very well, come on, get the red envelope!" As he spoke, he took out one of the prepared red envelopes and handed it to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao took it and stepped back.

Song Taigong never looked at him again, and the atmosphere seemed very cold.

As soon as Song Zhichao withdrew, the man named Song Jian brought people up to surround him, "Achao, take it apart and see how much the grandfather gave you!"

Song Jianren was the only one who received a ten-yuan red envelope just now—you must know that ten yuan is not a small amount in this era, and being able to receive such a large red envelope can be regarded as "additional love". At this moment, Song Jianren is even more proud provocatively.

Song Zhichao just smiled and said nothing, fighting wits with these people is simply lowering IQ.

Song Jianren and the others thought that Song Zhichao was embarrassed to open it because he was concerned about face, so they even booed: "It doesn't matter, everyone has opened it——If you take less, no one will laugh at you!"

Song Zhichao didn't even bother to pay attention to them—he wouldn't pick up something worth more than ten yuan if it fell on the ground, so why would he pay attention to it.

Song Zhichao was silent, and Song Jianren and his gang became more energetic.

"Take it apart and have a look, and see how much the grandfather loves you!"

"Yeah, don't be embarrassed, we don't laugh at you!"

"He is a high-end wage earner who works in the south, so he probably doesn't care about the money at all."

"Take it apart——!"

Seeing that Song Zhichao was still unmoved, Song Jianren stepped forward, snatched the red envelope from Song Zhichao's hand, and threw it to the person next to him: "Open it and have a look!"

Song Zhichao didn't expect that Song Jian would do anything, so he was a little unhappy and his face darkened.

If it was the high-level personnel of the Song Group, or a big-name politician who knew Song Zhichao, seeing Song Zhichao's expression at this time would definitely be terrified, and he might not even dare to breathe.

It's a pity that Song Jianren and others didn't know this, and they were amused with the red envelope at the moment-the red envelope was opened.

Finally unpacked.

Don't say that Song Jianren and his group of people looking for something to do are very curious, even the girls of the same age gathered around, wanting to see how many red envelopes the handsome Song family brother (younger brother) has received.

Open the red envelope——
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

I saw that the red envelope was not ten yuan, nor five yuan, nor two yuan, but a mere one yuan!

That's right, it's a dollar --- a dollar that only girls receive!

This is Song Zhichao's red envelope!

(End of this chapter)