Chapter 285: It’s not fireworks, it’s money

Coming out of the bathroom, Huang Jasmine easily dried the water stains on her hands, and her heart was full of satisfaction.

This trip to visit relatives at the end of the year is the right time.

Finally, I don’t have to live that kind of wimpy years in the pigeon house.

Finally, I have seen the difficult place of the difficult times that my mother often mentioned.

It just seems that here, it is not difficult at all.

On the contrary, it is a little more comfortable than at home.

Kicking off the slippers, the duck sat on the sofa, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and licked them in the newspaper tube at hand.

A roll of waste newspapers at hand, forming a funnel-shaped tube.

It's just that the bottom of the funnel is pinched tightly, so it won't really leak.

Then Yang Luoyan dug out a large pile of fruit snacks from nowhere, including honey three knives, fried golden fruits, peach cakes, as well as imported chocolate and various soft candies.

This condition, my little rich family with three salaries can't keep up.

After watching TV for a while, enter commercial time.

I saw my brother-in-law Wu Yuan move out two large boxes of fireworks from the garage and put them in the yard.

Lin Miaomiao groaned and rushed out.

Soon.

Huang Moli was slow to react, but she still did not forget to ask Yang Luoyan: "Sister, what about the child?"

Yang Luoyan smiled and said: "Go out and play, the child is afraid of noise and dare not approach, I will just watch."

So, the spacious yard.

The soaring cannon rose from the ground, and with a sharp whistle, it shot straight into the blue starry sky in the middle of the night.

Then after the sound was exhausted, it suddenly exploded and turned into a brilliant firework.

One by one.

Lin Miaomiao had already screamed, but Huang Moli was still a little reserved, shouting, holding back her strength, not enjoying herself.

On the contrary, the three dogs, rhubarb, glutinous rice and rice ball, had already shrunk into the kennel, shivering.

After setting off the fireworks, Wu Yuan clapped his hands and went back to the house.

Huang Jasmine still had a lot to say.

As a result, Lin Miaomiao calmed down immediately with a word: "The fireworks worth hundreds of yuan are gone so soon."

Stop playing, stop playing.

What you are playing here is not fireworks, it is clearly money.

Backing back to the living room, Yang Luoyan mentioned: "Jasmine, the room you slept in was my mother's room before. But don't worry, the sheets and quilts were all newly changed years ago."

In addition to the rooms of Lin Miaomiao and Liu Hui upstairs, there is also a bedroom with a 1.2 meter bed, which Wen Qiang and the others lived in when they came, and the sofa bed in the living room.

So arranging Huang Moli in Liu Hui's room is already a very good choice.

Nothing to say all night.

The third day of the Lunar New Year came quietly in the morning mist.

Wu Yuan got up early in the morning, opened the gate and saw that the whole village was as quiet as Silent Hill.

Occasionally, there were human voices, but it took a long time to emerge from the thick fog.

Wu Yuan was able to recognize the human form.

Go back to the stove and add some firewood. Then turn on the water pump switch on the wall to fill up the water tank on the roof.

Only then did they return to the living room, but Lin Miaomiao and Huang Moli had already gotten up and came downstairs.

Huang Moli was well dressed, and followed Yang Luoyan very actively, asking non-stop if there was anything she could do to help.

Lin Miaomiao sat cross-legged on the sofa, in a daze.

This shows the gap.

One treats himself as a guest, and the other does not treat himself as a guest at all.

The air is filled with the aroma of fresh leeks.

Yang Luoyan made leek and egg boxes early in the morning, which also followed the custom of the third-year zygote returning home.

The box was being baked in the stove, and gruel was sitting on the gas stove.

Lin Miaomiao didn't come to his senses until there was a popping sound from the gas stove.

With a stride, he rushed off the sofa, went straight to the kitchen, and lifted the lid of the pot that was about to pour out the porridge.

Fortunately, fortunately.

After lifting the lid of the pot, Lin Miaomiao also woke up completely.

Turned off the fire, went to wash up, and went back to the house to change into new clothes. When I went downstairs again, everyone had already started to eat breakfast.

"Auntie, the leek egg box is really delicious!"

"Xiang, you should eat more."

After breakfast, more than half of the fog has dissipated, and the visibility has improved a lot.

Standing at the gate, one glance is enough to see the gravel road at the end of the wheat field.

Not long after, Ma Mingchao arrived in Santana.

Today is the day when Wu Yuan's sisters return home. It stands to reason that, as his natal family, he should pick them up in person.

In the past, he still had a reason for riding a 28-bar.

Slow, unable to run.

Now that I have all the cars, I have no excuses.

Plus Xiao Wenya thought to herself that she wanted to take Santana to her uncle's house, so Wu Yuan took two cigarettes and got into the car.

Go to the house of the fourth sister Wu Fanghua first, and pick up Zhong Wenya.

Since the child wants to take a car, let her sit as long as she can.

Zhong Wenya thought the same way, so she got up early in the morning and ran to the door to find out if there was any movement.

Finally, the old uncle's car arrived, and he got into the car in new clothes.

Wu Yuan got out of the car and lit a cigarette for the fourth brother-in-law. Needless to say, he waved to Zhong Wenyong and said, "Get in the car."

Zhong Wenyong wanted to go, otherwise he would not have changed into new clothes.

But Zhong Wenqiang stood up and said aggrievedly: "Old uncle, what about me?"

"Your parents' 28 big bars need someone to press the car, and this important task will be entrusted to you."

"Uncle, promise to complete the task."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Wenqiang stood upright and saluted.

It wasn’t until Santana was gone that he recalled: “No, uncle, why did I press the car?”

But no one in the car heard his call.

At this moment, Zhong Wenya is sitting in the back row, like a proud little princess, full of anticipation, when the car will drive to the third aunt's house, what expression should that cheap little aunt be on?

That's right, it's the little aunt!

As a result, Santana went to the third sister Wu Xiuhua's house. There was no one else in the house except Xiong Wu, Xiong Wen, and Xiaowen's grandfather.

Zhong Wenya's expectations were in vain.

Wu Yuan asked and found out that Xiong Feiyan had a fever, and the couple took her to the county hospital.

This unlucky boy still hasn't escaped the serious illness.

But then again, Wu Yuan can understand.

After all, leaving the original family is also a serious physical and mental trauma to the child. Although the child can't speak, the changes in all aspects of emotion are real.

Santana took Xiong Wen and Xiong Wu and went straight to the county hospital.

On the way to Cheng, Wu Yuan specially told Zhong Wenya: "When we get there, don't tease your Auntie Feiyan, do you hear me?"

Zhong Wenya let out a low voice.

Even though she missed the opportunity, Xiao Wenya is still sensible.

In the county hospital on the third day of the Lunar New Year, there were much fewer people than before.

Wu Yuan took the three children with him, leaving Wen Yong in the car with his legs and feet, and went straight to the pediatric clinic.

In the end, the third sister and his wife came out with Xiong Feiyan in their arms, listless and listless.

"Third sister, why don't you tell me about such a big matter?"

"It's nothing serious. After an injection, the doctor said that taking the medicine for two days will not cause any serious problems."

Wu Yuan understood when he saw the relaxed look of the third sister and his wife.

Although the child still couldn't get rid of the fate of illness, the symptoms were much milder.

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