The lucky girl in the village has a good way of making money.

Chapter 324 This is the best village in the world

On the first day of the first lunar month, families in the village visit each other but do not go out to wish a happy new year.

Shi Liu is a grown-up girl now, so she no longer follows a group of boys and girls to visit different families to wish them a happy New Year.

He sat in the main room, watching the boys and girls from various families in the village pouring in and bowing to wish a happy new year in a proper manner.

Just like last year, Song smiled and grabbed a handful of small red envelopes and gave them out.

There's not much in the red envelope, but the point is just that.

Melon seeds, peanuts, candies and other things are enough for children to stuff themselves with.

In the past, only a few elderly people in the village were willing to give a few copper coins to the children who came to visit them to wish them a happy new year.

But this year, almost every household will symbolically give a red envelope to children who come to pay New Year's greetings, even if there is only a copper coin in it.

The children received the red envelopes and said auspicious words with sweet mouths. They grabbed the melon seeds and ran out to the next house in a swarm.

He ran and jumped and called out "oh oh oh", so innocent and lively that it made people laugh uncontrollably.

Shi Liu couldn't help laughing when she thought about how she had to run around like a child in previous years.

There are more than a hundred households in the village, and the children have to visit each family one by one, so one morning is not enough.

There were also adults in each family who would go out for a stroll with melon seeds in their pockets, gossiping about other people.

The Chinese New Year is the most leisurely time of the year. You don’t have to worry about anything and just be happy.

There are generally two places where people gather to hang out in the village. One is the big mill, which is in the center of the village. Every household forms a circle around it. Anyone can shout, "Let's hang out!" and a bunch of people will come out to respond. Even at mealtime, people will come out with their bowls in hand and hang out for a while.

One place is under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. There is a circle of rocks built around the tree. Many people often sit there. The stones are polished and smooth, almost like stone benches. People sit in a circle and relax. This is also the favorite place for the old people and women in the village.

Today the old people gather in one circle, tomorrow the women gather in one circle; in short, there is never a quiet moment.

During the Chinese New Year, everyone is walking around and these two places are as lively as a big gathering.

Under the old locust tree, on a slightly larger stone slab, Li Yishan and Sun Laobing were playing chess. The chess pieces were made of self-polished wood and were originally rough, but the old people in the village often played with them and had long since polished them to be smooth and round.

The two men were playing with great enthusiasm, and a group of people gathered around them, watching and chatting.

There were also children who had visited neighbors to wish a happy new year and would pass by and come over to play hopscotch before going on to the houses they had not visited.

In short, it's very lively.

The kids play hopscotch for a reason, because they have melon seeds and candies in their pockets. The winner can win other people's candies.

Heiwa enjoyed this dance the most and won several times in a row, grinning from ear to ear.

Li Rongtan pushed him aside and said, "Heiwa, don't play yet. If you play, we will all lose!"

Heiwa laughed and squatted aside, opened a peanut candy and started eating it, while watching them play.

Seeing the funny way Xinghua danced, he grinned and laughed.

He was suddenly choked by his saliva and quickly covered his mouth and started coughing.

His eyes accidentally glanced outside the village. He paused, and after a moment's rest, he rushed under the old locust tree and pulled Li Jichang, who was watching a chess game seriously, and said, "Grandpa, look at the entrance to the village!"

Li Jichang was pulled by his grandson. He turned around, thinking something was wrong. When he looked outside, he saw several people standing on the stone bridge and looking at them.

Those people were dressed in rags, their cotton-padded jackets had holes in them and the cotton had fallen out, with not much left.

Why are there so many beggars on the first day of the new year? Li Jichang turned around and told the clan leader Li who was standing beside him, "Uncle clan leader, look, there are beggars in our village!"

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Li looked over and frowned slightly.

Aren’t beggars usually begging in the city? Why are they coming to the villages outside?

This is the first time I see a beggar coming to the village to beg for food.

Chief Li thought that most people in their village were not so poor now, so it was not a big deal to give up a few meals. Besides, didn’t you see the words engraved on the big stone next to the stone bridge: No. 1 Village in the World!
They are the best village in the world named by the emperor, so how could they not be kind and virtuous?

Thinking of this, Patriarch Li waved to the clever Heiwa to run faster and go to his house to ask the maid to pack some food for these beggars.

This is a great New Year!
Walking in and standing next to the big rock, Wu Ping could see it clearly. These five words meant "No. 1 Village in the World".

It was the Xiahe Village that they had heard people talk about along the way, the one that was commended by the current emperor as the best village in the world and rewarded with an imperial decree because of its bravery in fighting against evil bandits and wiping out hundreds of bandits!

There is no other first village in this world.

That's exactly it.

Wu Ping looked at the group of villagers under the big locust tree with a hidden eagerness in his eyes.

He was also afraid that things might not go as planned, so he left fifty or thirty people waiting on the mountainside. If they could not return, they would run away quickly and escape far away.

As long as some of them are still alive, there will always be a day for revenge.

Wu Ping took a deep look at the red words on the stone, and when he looked towards the village, he saw an old man with a cane and his men coming towards them.

The person following him was holding a winnowing basket, which seemed to be filled with steamed buns?
Patriarch Li walked in front with a cane. As he got closer, he saw that these beggars seemed different from the beggars he had seen in the city.

The beggars seen in the city are dark, thin and skinny, and are either old or young.

But these people, although dirty, are all young people, and judging from their faces, they are only in their early twenties.

Moreover, that look didn't look like that of an ordinary beggar.

Patriarch Li couldn't explain it, but he felt that rather than calling them beggars, they were more like people who had suffered misfortune and fled here.

Their Li family's ancestors fled here to escape famine and settled here, so it was inevitable that Patriarch Li felt touched.

He had originally planned to give them a few steamed buns and let them go, but now he asked his grandson to get them some hot water to drink, and asked Heiwa to quickly ask Shiliu for some old cotton-padded jackets.

He knew that Jihe and his son had made new clothes every year, but they would no longer wear the cotton-padded jackets they had worn before they became rich.

Although it is not a very good piece of clothing, it is better than this torn and cold one.

Wu Ping had two hot steamed buns stuffed into his hands. Hearing the old man in front of him asking someone to get hot water and find an old cotton-padded jacket, he felt very touched.

During their escape, they were avoided as if they were the plague. If they met two impatient people, they would throw half a cold steamed bun at them from a distance, as if they would be infected if they got close to them.

How can it be so hot and delivered directly to your hand?

Thinking about how they wanted to steal food last night, Wu Ping couldn't help feeling extremely guilty.

Fortunately, fortunately no one robbed it.

He was so grateful.

The steamed bun in his hand felt as heavy as a stone and so hot that his heart began to heat up.