Chapter 1918 Extra Story: Concentration (49)

It's New Year's Eve again.

The days of Xinghua Village are getting better and better. Every New Year's Eve, the whole village is full of joy, and cheerful laughter can be heard in every corner.

On the snow-covered path in the village, the figures of children jumped and shuttled, and the sound of single firecrackers came out from somewhere in the village from time to time, followed by the cheers of children, which was very lively.

The big red Spring Festival couplets were pasted up in the Liu family courtyard as usual, but the atmosphere in the courtyard was not as happy as in previous years.

Mr. Liu, Mrs. Liu, the empress dowager, Mr. Qin and other elders sat in the main room, warming up around the brazier.

For those who celebrate the new year, there are not many smiles on everyone's faces.

Liu Daliu and his wife were sitting a little behind them, and they didn't dare to speak at such a time, lest they accidentally poke a hornet's nest and get stung all over their heads immediately.

"Forget it, be happier, at least Hongdou is back, right?" Mrs. Liu patted her thigh, pretending to comfort everyone.

It didn't work.

Mr. Liu still sighed, "Oh, Hong Doudou is back, why didn't Qiqi come back?"

"You old man, why are you so obsessed with this matter? Didn't Hongdou say that Qiqi has something to do, and he has already returned to his tribe and became the young master of the tribe. The sky is very busy. After becoming the young master, I probably won't come back for the holidays."

This makes sense, everyone knows it.

Mr. Liu was silent for a long time before muttering in a low voice, "Why don't you want to come back, how can there be a home outside..."

These words made everyone feel a little sad.

With a bang, the silver-haired lady threw the tongs to the ground, and lowered her face, "Would you let people eat well after the Chinese New Year? Have you cooked? Where's the meal?!"

The three repeated questions about rice shocked everyone so that they dared not speak out, they looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling very guilty.

They sat here worrying all morning and forgot to cook.

Qin Xiao was the first to respond. He stood up in his whole clothes, and did not move. With his hands behind his back, he swept his surroundings lightly with his tiger eyes. A wave of majesty pressed the already guilty crowd to the point where they couldn't straighten their necks even more.

"Hey, look at my memory. I actually forgot to check the time. How can I have nothing to eat during the Chinese New Year? Let's go, Xiulan, Du Juan, help me to the kitchen!" Mrs. Liu took her two daughters-in-law and walked away. up.

Liu Da and Liu Er looked at each other, "Let's go to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables." The two also retreated.

There were three people left beside the brazier.

Mr. Liu glanced at the old general standing there calmly, "We are the only two old guys left, let's play a game on the chessboard?"

"I have something to do, let's wait another day." The old general said as if nothing had happened, and walked away with wind.

The silver-haired lady clamped a large carbon head with a fire money, and slapped it skillfully on the ground. The carbon head split into pieces with a clear and crisp sound.

Mr. Liu stood up in a jerk, "I'll go to the kitchen to light the fire."

In the main room that was originally crowded with a nest, only the lady was left alone.

Picking up the black charcoal that had been patted into small pieces on the ground, and slowly throwing it into the brazier, the lady snorted coldly, "One by one, I can't do without a lesson for a day."

A group of intimidated people began to perform their duties, and finally restored a bit of the atmosphere that the compound should have.

And in the small courtyard behind the second entrance courtyard, it was another scene.

As the king of Nanling who was feared by countless people, Feng Qingbai had walked around a dozen times in front of his daughter's room, frowning so much that he could tie several knots.

After thinking about it for a while, he still didn't go in to disturb his daughter who was lying on the window sill watching Suixue.

"You know my daughter, Mo Ruomu. Sheng Sheng, why don't you go and ask?"