Zhang San paid his last respects to his beloved wife and rode back to Zhangjiacun. The New Year of the second year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty was about to arrive.
Zhang San did not expect that war would break out so soon. This New Year is destined to make many families feel heavy.
Earl's Mansion is becoming more and more festive as the New Year approaches.
The school also had a holiday yesterday. This time many of the first batch of children in the school achieved good results. Zhang San awarded each of the top three children a sheep.
Children who receive rewards will naturally have a comfortable New Year, while those who do not receive rewards, or whose grades are at the bottom, will be a bit miserable.
Nowadays, when people from Zhangjiacun visit each other, they usually talk about their children's grades. If a family's children have good grades, they will definitely receive a wave of praise.
"Sir, the fillings for these dumplings are ready. Take a look." Aunt Song said, bringing a basin of fillings.
Zhang San smelled it and said: "Yes, dumplings stuffed with chives are so satisfying to eat. Let's make dumplings together in the afternoon."
The whole Zhangjia Village is very lively today. Little kids who don't go to school are running around in the village. The adults don't have to go to work anymore and are busy with the New Year's Eve dinner at home.
This so-called New Year's Eve dinner is naturally prepared in the manner of the uncle's house in Zhang County.
Now Zhangxian Bofu has become the weathervane of Zhangjiacun. As long as there are any novelties, including food, they will soon become popular in the village.
Although the Zhangjiacun Commune has gone through ups and downs, it has also gained a lot. The total turnover of the commune this year reached 7,200 yuan, and this is all the funds reserved for next year.
This year, every household in Zhangjia Village distributed 20 guan of New Year's expenses, and so did the teachers in the school. This moved the outsiders to the point of bursting into laughter.
"Sir, this year's dividend list is here for you to take a look at." In the morning, Muramasa and Xiaoyu came to the study with the accounts and said to Zhang San.
"Okay, let's put it here. When we start work on the sixth day of the first lunar month, we will distribute the red cents that everyone deserves last year." Zhang San took the account book and said.
"Sir, are you going to take out 5,000 guan as a dividend this time?" Muramasa asked worriedly.
"Yes, sir, although we have reserved the reserve fund for next year, is it too much to give out?" Xiaoyu said.
"Originally, the purpose of the commune was to lead the villagers to get rich and live a good life together. Now that the commune is on the right track, naturally we can't be stingy, so we can just divide it according to the amount I just said." Zhang San smiled.
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"Sire, when you told the old man this, to be honest, I didn't really believe it. I didn't expect that you really did it. Now our Zhangjiacun has people to support the elderly and support the children. Every household
No one will go hungry anymore. The old man would like to express his gratitude to the Lord on behalf of the people of Zhangjiacun!"
After Muramasa finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Zhang San.
"This can't be done. Muramasa, you are the elder. Besides, I am also a member of Zhangjia Village. Doing these is what I should do." Zhang San quickly helped Muramasa up and said.
After seeing off Muramasa, Zhang San thought that there were not even any fireworks during the Chinese New Year, and it was also lacking a bit of flavor.
"Actually, it's not impossible to make some, but..."
Just when Zhang San sighed because there were no fireworks, the younger sister ran over and said, "Brother San, what are you muttering about? When are we going to make dumplings?"
"We'll finish it after we eat. Aren't you and Su Xin the ones who cut the window grilles? Is it done?" Zhang San asked.
"It's ready. Sister Su Xin is putting up window grilles in the backyard. I'll come over and take a look." The younger sister replied.
Although there was a lack of fireworks, Zhang San was still very satisfied with his family by his side.
In the afternoon, Zhang San and Xiaoyu were responsible for rolling out dumpling wrappers, while Su Xin and Xiao Mei were responsible for making dumplings. Aunt Song and Sister Li originally wanted to help, but Zhang San decided to do it himself to have a Chinese New Year flavor.
Aunt Song and Sister Li were making dumplings with the servants. When the time came, they would eat theirs, and the three brothers and sisters would eat together.
"Third brother, your dumpling skin is too thick, can you do it? If not, why don't you replace it with me?" The little girl said with a look of disgust on her face as she held the dough rolled out by Zhang San.
"Why are you talking to your brother? You can see that he is sincere and you don't mind him. I'll take good care of you. I'm thick-skinned so I don't want to get boiled." Zhang San defended.
"Hey! Then why aren't you afraid that it won't be cooked properly?"
"Sir, I've packed three copper coins, and we'll have a competition to see who can eat them." Su Xin felt very warm in her heart when she saw the two of them bickering.
"Then it must be me. What should we do after dinner in the evening? The night is long, we can't just sit around!" There is no Spring Festival Gala at this time, and there are not so many entertainment activities.
"How about we play chess?" Xiaoyu suggested.
"No, none of us are Su Xin's opponents. I have decided not to play chess with Su Xin anymore." Zhang San immediately refused.
"Third brother, are you giving in so quickly?" the younger sister mocked.
"What do you know? I'm called self-aware." Zhang San rolled his eyes at the little girl.
"I can let you go, sir!" Su Xin also smiled.
"That won't work. By the way, I have an idea. Let's play cards!" Zhang Sanyi thought that it would be perfect for four people to play Landlords.
"Cards? What cards?" The little girl was very interested in playing and asked hurriedly after hearing this.
"You will know when the time comes. You wrap it up first and I will make the cards." Zhang San patted the dirt on his hands and said to the three girls.
"Third brother, it's all on my face, stay away from me." The younger sister frowned and shouted when she saw the dust flying onto her face.
"Haha, little cat, I'm leaving!" Zhang San said and ran away.
"Brother Stinky." The younger sister wiped the flour on her face with her sleeves and muttered.
Su Xin and Xiao Yu both shook their heads and smiled. Sometimes the siblings were like children who had not grown up.
When Zhang San came out of the study again, Xiaoyu and others had already made dumplings.
"You guys are very fast!" Zhang San praised.
"That's not true. We have packed a lot of gold ingots, and our commune will definitely have a lot of money next year." The little girl said proudly.
"Haha, you're right. By the way, let's go burn incense sticks to our parents and brothers first." Zhang San said.
"Okay!" The little girl nodded quickly.
The two came to the ancestral hall. When the younger sister saw the tomb, her eyes were slightly red. She took the incense handed by Zhang San, knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully to her parents and elder brothers, "Father, mother, eldest brother, second brother, you are here."
How is it over there? Third brother and I are living a good life now, you don’t have to worry about us..."
Zhang San helped the little sister up and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. He felt very emotional in his heart. If the little sister could not meet him at the beginning, then it is unknown what the life of this little girl will be like in the future.
Zhang San also kowtowed several times respectfully to the spiritual tablet above, and said in his heart: "Since fate has arranged for me to come to this home, don't worry, I will protect my little sister and let her live a happy life."
When the two of them walked out of the ancestral hall, night was about to fall, and Zhang San's first New Year in the Tang Dynasty arrived.
