Chapter 827 2.263 Watching the Year

With the addition of Mo Lian and Duan Yue, the family is much more lively.

After fighting and clamoring to finish the dumplings, Qiao Mu took out the sumptuous dishes from the food box.

Two tables were placed in the living room, and the family had a happy reunion dinner regardless of master and servant.

Wei Ziqin took out small purses and distributed them to the smiling servants, and gave the children golden purses of all kinds.

The ones given to the children are for fun, and the ones given to the servants are ten low-grade black coins that can be used to buy things. This kind of black coin is the latest currency in circulation that has just been issued by the imperial court.

It is made of Xuanshi, and there is no difference between natural and Xuanshi, and it can be divided into low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade and extreme-grade Xuanshi. It is said that this is not only common in the Mo country, but also in the entire northern country, in various defense fortifications. Use this kind of mysterious coin to pre-register, and you can buy things in the Shixingbu shop the next day.

Dongmei tightly clutched the purse in her hand, she just felt that everyone in the master's family was a good person, and they lived a very prosperous life these days.

Qiao Mu sat on the eaves, holding a cup of hot tea in one hand and looking up at the bright moon in the distance.

At this time in previous years, I would accompany the old suzerain masters and masters to enjoy bamboo and drink tea on the snow peak, quietly waiting for the new year to come.

Days like this may never come back.

"Qiao Qiao, miss the sect?" Mo Lian's warm big hand gently held her soft little hand.

As soon as Qiao Mu raised his eyes, he saw the man's pair of phoenix eyes, which were rippling under the moonlight.

"With Qiao Qiao here, the sect will not disappear." Mo Lian stretched out her hand to pinch her little chin, and pointed down, "Look, how happy my parents are today."

Qiao Mu glanced down, and saw Qiaolin Qiaosen and two foodies holding a huge fruit box, picking up five-color fruits and eating happily.

Qiao Hu collapsed on the side, probably because he was overeating, and he was touching his stomach with one hand.

Shaoyao held back a smile and brought him a bowl of soup for digestion. Brother Xiaohu got up and smiled awkwardly at Shaoyao.

Duanyue was playing horse hanging with his parents and second uncle.

When she looked over, she saw her mother grinning from ear to ear, "Hey Duanyue, don't you keep pouring water for auntie! Auntie is confused again."

"Auntie, you're lucky today!"

Qiao Zhongbang snorted pretending to be angry, "What's wrong? With the blessing of Buddha, can you still be unlucky?"

I saw the little monk sitting cross-legged on a soft cushion next to his mother's feet, holding a wooden fish in his hand, knocking and knocking, muttering words.

Second Uncle Qiao twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Little Master, can you please stop knocking! Which monastery does morning classes so far?"

This funny little doll doesn't work hard in the morning, but when the evening comes, he will hold his feet...

"No." While knocking on the wooden fish, the little monk murmured to answer Uncle Qiao's question, "This little monk is doing tomorrow's morning class."

Uncle Qiao looked at him speechlessly, "Why are you doing morning class tomorrow?"

Duanyue laughed loudly, "There is no need to ask, it must be him who won't get up tomorrow morning!"

The little monk blushed a little and lowered his little head, and continued to knock, pushing everyone's laughter to the back of his head.

When Qiao Mu was a little sleepy, the sound of firecrackers and drums sounded, waking her sleepy all at once.

Looking at it again, he fell into Mo Lian's arms in a hazy way just after he had dozed off.