Chapter 1700 The Child's Childhood

The grandpas and the others were chatting and drinking at the dinner table, and Dad Yang was led by his uncle Shengli to brag about all kinds of things.

In the end, the dishes on the table were cold and removed, and Yang Dongxu made a hot pot as a snack, and the few people drank until twelve o'clock in the night.

In fact, they only drank a little more when they had dinner and when they played finger-guessing games. After that, they basically just bragged and chatted. The hot pot was placed on the table just to meet the occasion, but they didn't eat much at all.

So although the drinking time was long, because most of the time was spent chatting, and the women at the front table also drank a little, they only drank two catties of wine in total.

Although most of it was drunk by three people, each person only drank about seven taels, which was really not much. On normal days, the uncle could drink one and a half catties by himself.

"Go and call people to welcome the New Year. Where did Jiejie and Wenchen run to? Call them back together." Dad Yang looked at the time and said.

"Okay, I'll go upstairs to call people." Yang Dongxu nodded and went upstairs to call Zhou Ya first.

Then I went to the street to call my mother, Mr. Xuan and others, and went to my grandparents and my aunt's house to call them.

The elderly are light sleepers, and they may not be able to rest after midnight. So it doesn't matter whether I call them or not, it's better to call them together to welcome the New Year.

When I called people, I looked for Jiejie and Xiao Wenchen. As a result, a group of little brats were playing Pai Gow in the newly built homestay at the entrance of Xiaotao's village because there was no one in the house where tourists went home for the New Year.

Although the small wins and losses are not important, it's a big deal for a group of little brats to play this. Since they were caught, they would definitely kick someone in the ass.

You say that if it's a kid like Jiejie who is 17 or 18 years old, everyone will play at the end of the year, so it's fine to play a little. Even a little brat like Xiao Wenchen stood by to help, betting on the side door, and it would be a shame to kick these little brats' childhood if I didn't kick them a few times.

Jiejie was dragged away by his aunt by the ear. His uncle was drunk and said that it was okay to play a few games, but his aunt glared at him and he was instantly silent.

"Wait for you when you go back?" Zhou Ya glared at Wen Chen unhappily.

Yang's father and mother were all there, as well as his father-in-law Zhou Yiren and Mr. Xuan. It would be useless to teach this brat a lesson at this time, and it would also cause trouble for the adults if the child was beaten too hard during the New Year.

So Zhou Ya planned to settle accounts with her son after returning to Shanghai.

Wen Chen obviously knew that he was wrong, but if it happened again, he probably couldn't help it. There was no way that a group of brats like him were playing at that time, and he had no shortage of money in his pocket. He didn't feel that it was a big deal if he lost, so he really couldn't help it.

"Children are not allowed to gamble, do you know? If you are found out, all your pocket money and the New Year's money at the end of the year will be confiscated from you." Yang's mother also forced a face to teach her grandson.

But he still couldn't bear to beat him. He just patted Wen Chen's buttocks twice, and blamed Yang Dongxu for being too heavy. The two footprints on Wen Chen's buttocks were too clear.

If he had kicked him, there would be no such clear footprints. Not only on Wen Chen's buttocks, but also on Jiejie's buttocks.

At this time, several parents on the street were chasing their naughty children with thin sticks in their hands. No matter what, they beat them first. This year's New Year's Eve is more lively than in previous years.

"Okay, let's make dumplings to welcome the New Year. The little guy can persist in practicing martial arts with me. He is very tough and has his own ideas. Although trivial things are a bit out of line, as a child, he doesn't make mistakes in big things and character.

In recent years, I have brought him back during winter and summer vacations. I will teach him more things. We don't bully others, and we can't be bullied by others." Looking at the little disciple who was hiding behind him holding his legs, Grandpa Xuan spoke with a cold face.

This kid is really smart. Although he knows that his grandparents will definitely protect him, his grandparents are not good at fighting.

Seeing his father's ferocious look, he obviously wants to beat him up first, and his mother Zhou Ya will deal with the rest later.

At this time, if he hides with his grandparents, the two of them may not be able to protect him. His father can probably catch him with a flash. It is safer to hide behind his master.

The master is good at fighting, and he is so old. His father will definitely not dare to flash over and catch him.

"The water is boiling, let's set off the cannon and start making dumplings." Aunt Hua also helped from the side. Seeing Wen Chen hiding behind Grandpa Xuan with a panicked look on his head, she also looked distressed.

"This matter is not over." Yang Dongxu snorted coldly and glared at his son.

"Come on, you were worse than him when you were a child. You could poke a hole in the sky, but you are not as obedient as Wen Chen." Grandpa Xuan said unhappily.

"I had my reasons."

"You're still pushing it, aren't you?" Old Master Xuan blew his beard and glared.

Yang Dongxu retreated instantly and ran to the yard to set off firecrackers.

The crackling sounds came one after another, and the old year faded away with the sound of the firecrackers. The first day of the new year had begun.

After welcoming the new year, we began to stay up all night, but we didn't have to stay up all night, so we were too sleepy to bear it at around two o'clock.

Father Yang, Mother Yang, and Old Master Xuan and others went back to the house on the street to sleep. When they left, Xiao Wenchen followed them from behind. He wanted to sleep with the master today and would definitely not spend the night in the old house.

Yang Dongxu went to the yard and saw that there were stars in the sky, so it was obvious that it would not rain, so he and Zhou Ya dragged the incense in the main room out and put it in the yard.

Then he fired the opening cannon and the closing cannon, closed the door and went to sleep.

He heard someone calling him in a daze, reached out to take the phone and saw that it was only 5:30 in the morning.

"Why so early?" He went to bed after 2 o'clock and was sleepy now. He obviously didn't want to get up.

"What do you mean early? Dad just called me. Hurry up and see if the incense in the yard has burned out, then go to the street to wake up Wenchen, wash up, sit with grandpa and grandma for a while, and it's almost time to go to pay New Year's greetings."

"Got it." Yang Dongxu buried his head in the pillow and responded breathlessly. He wanted to take a nap for a while. As a result, Zhou Ya pulled him up by the ear.

He got up reluctantly to wash up, and washed his face with cold water to drive away the sleepiness.

He went to the yard to see that the incense was almost burned, so he didn't move. He fired the opening cannon and opened the door. He shouted to Zhou Ya upstairs and saw that Aunt Hua had also gotten up.

"Go back to your room and sleep for a while. It's still early."

"No, you guys will go to worship your ancestors after you pay New Year's greetings. You will definitely be too noisy to sleep. I will sleep after you finish worshipping your ancestors and stop setting off firecrackers." Aunt Hua said.

"Okay then." Yang Dongxu nodded, tightened his collar and left the old house to walk towards the street.

Although it was the beginning of spring, this morning was unusually cold.

Many people along the way had already gotten up, with lights on and doors open. They kept nodding and greeting each other. They first went to the street to find Wenchen.

Then, the three of them went to pay New Year's greetings to their grandparents with Yang's father. On the way, they called their uncle and Jiejie.

Seeing that Jiejie was walking a little lame, it was obvious that he must have been beaten when he got home. But this kid was tough. Although his butt was still hurting, he was grinning and winking at Wenchen, obviously forgetting the beating he got last night.

We went to grandpa and grandma's house first. They went to bed early last night. They didn't know that their grandson and great-grandson were beaten for gambling. They kept stuffing peanuts and melon seeds into the pockets of the two children and giving New Year's money to the children who kowtowed.

Even Yang Dongxu got some, but Yang's father and uncle didn't. At their age, they can only give out New Year's money. If they want to collect it, they can only look to their sons and grandsons.

Yang's father chatted with grandpa and grandma for a while, and people came to pay New Year's greetings one after another.

Uncle stayed to entertain the guests who came to pay New Year's greetings. Jiejie represented his father and then, under the leadership of Yang's father, a group of people followed the large group who came to pay New Year's greetings and visited the homes of the elders in the village.

In the past, when we were poor, we basically put peanuts and melon seeds in the pockets of children to pay New Year's greetings to the elders in the village. Now that we are rich, even if the younger generation of the family is not a family, we can get a red envelope when we pay New Year's greetings.

There is not much money in the red envelope. No one cares about five or ten yuan. It's just for good luck.

So after a round of strolling, Yang Dongxu was too old to get a red envelope, and the two children had a lot in their pockets.

"Come on, come on, line up, kowtow to your big dad and get a red envelope." The elders had all left, and Xiaowu and a few others jokingly took their children to the door of Yang Dongxu's house and walked around.

This big dad is not Yang's father. Yang's father had taken his children to the street just now, and now he is at Yang Dongxu's old house.

Although family planning is still in place, a family in the countryside still has two or three children.

Xiaowu and a few others are not going to be officials, so having more children will be fined, and the rest will not affect their business.

Yang Dongxu is the oldest among the few people, so a group of little brats, shouting uncle and auntie, kowtow with their butts sticking out.

"Come on, come to auntie to get a red envelope." Seeing a group of little brats kowtow, Zhou Ya waved to the children with a big handful of red envelopes in her hand.

The red envelopes are not big, with only 10 yuan stuffed in them. The Yang family never does anything special in this regard.

Besides, Zhou Ya gave red envelopes to Xiao Wu and his children. Wen Chen was shouting "Second Uncle" and "Third Uncle" and several people also wanted to give red envelopes to Wen Chen.

There was not much meaning in going around in circles. It was just that those with many children in the family were teasing themselves for making money. If you don't agree, you can have more children.

After smoking and chatting for a while, it was already bright, and I raised my hand to check the time.

"Okay, let's talk when we get back. Let's go home and prepare to gather at the village entrance." Yang Dongxu said.

"Then let's go to Daliang's house and sit for a while when we get back." Xiao Wu and his friends nodded. It was time to worship their ancestors and visit the graves.

As soon as the few people left, Yang's father drove a three-wheeled electric car to call people. There were a lot of fire paper and fireworks in the back of the three-wheeled car.

I don't know since when it became popular to set off fireworks when visiting graves. In the past, people only set off cannons and burned fire paper when visiting graves.

Families who are more particular will buy some ghost money, or bring a few bottles of white wine and pour a little in front of each grave.

Nowadays, when visiting graves, especially for direct ancestors, for example, Yang Dongxu's grandfather is still alive, his grandfather's parents, that is, his great grandfather and great grandmother, and Yang's father's grandparents' graves will set off two large fireworks.

One firework is bought by Yang Dongxu's family, and the other is bought by his uncle's family. This is considered the intention of the two grandsons.

Other graves have their own direct relatives buying fireworks, and the others follow the big group, throwing a few pieces of paper on each grave, and setting off a small plate of firecrackers.

"You and Wenchen don't have to follow the big group, drive a tricycle to your great-grandfather's grave and move the fireworks and other things over there and wait."

Yang Dongxu held fire paper in his arms and a food bag with some small plates of firecrackers in his hand. Yang's father and uncle next to him also had the same shape.

"Got it."