Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11079

Wanghai County, Changping Village.

New Year's Eve.

In response to Tuantuan and Yuanyuan's questions about the amount of the red envelopes, Yang Huamei said with a smile: "The two little darlings are really sensible. They are afraid that their grandfathers will not get the red envelopes. Third brother, your love for these two little grandchildren is not in vain!"

"Haha, you're right. The pain was not in vain."

Amid Yang Huazhong's hearty laughter, Old Yang also waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, brothers. We'll treat each other fairly tonight."

"Come on, mother, stop keeping us in suspense and take out the things quickly!"

The 'mother of the child' that Old Yang mentioned was naturally Tan without a doubt, and when Old Yang said this, he was also speaking in the direction of Tan, so it was obvious that Tan was the target of his speech.

"I know, I know. Why are you so anxious?" Tan muttered, then opened the drawer of the eight-immortals table in front of her body and took out another tray from the drawer.

Wow, this tray is still full of red envelopes.

Yang Ruoqing estimated that the number of red envelopes was much more than the number of people kneeling on the cushions led by Yang Huazhong.

  Could it be?

The next moment, as if to confirm Yang Ruoqing's guess, Tan spoke again: "Yongjin, come here and help me and your grandfather distribute these red envelopes to your third uncle and others."

"My pleasure." Yang Yongjin responded and happily came forward to help distribute red envelopes.

Yang Yongqing, who was standing by, asked in confusion, "Grandma, I'm here too, why did you ask my second brother to do it instead of asking me to do it for you?"

Tan glanced at Yang Yongqing and said with a half-smile: "I didn't ask you to give out red envelopes, but don't you have any idea? Do you want me to expose it?"

Yang Yongqing was stunned for a moment and scratched his neck, still completely confused.

At this time, others nearby joked: "Brother, my grandma doesn't trust you. She's afraid that you will abuse your power for personal gain!"

Looking around the entire Yang family, there is no one else except Yang Ruoqing who would dare to make such a joke.

Yang Yongqing bared his teeth at Yang Ruoqing, "Nonsense, I'm not that kind of person, I promise to only secretly hide one red envelope, hahahaha..."

"You little bastard! There's nothing I can do to you!" Tan also laughed and scolded Yang Yongqing.

Amidst the harmonious laughter, Yang Yongjin had already distributed the red envelopes on the tray to Yang Huazhong's brothers who were kneeling on the mat, Yang Huamei, as well as Jin and Liu who were present.

After one round, there were still quite a few red envelopes left on the tray.

"Grandpa, grandma, there are so many extra red envelopes, what should we do?" Yang Yongjin asked.

Yang Yongqing rushed to say again: "Do you even need to ask? It must have been divided among us, right, grandpa and grandma?"

This time, even Old Yang couldn't help but point his pipe at Yang Yongqing and said, "You bastard, you'll never be at peace wherever you are."

Tan also glared at Yang Yongqing, but unfortunately, Yang Yongqing, who grew up in such an atmosphere, was really not afraid of Tan's glare.

His mouth tilted to one side. "I am just wearing colorful clothes to entertain my parents. This is a great act of filial piety. You don't understand!"

Tan said, "I think you look like a giant monkey. Tomorrow there will be a big show in the village. I'll ask you to do a few somersaults to entertain everyone!"

Yang Yongqing said seriously: "That's no problem. As long as you pay me, I won't even frown if you ask me to do somersaults or bark like a dog!"

"Okay, that's enough, you're just getting off track. You should just go aside and take a break. Let me talk to your uncle and the others!" Old Yang couldn't stand Yang Yongqing anymore and pushed him aside.

The old man had the cushions in front of the Eight Immortals Table cleared away, and then kindly invited Yang Huazhong and his brothers to sit down beside the Eight Immortals Table, drink tea, eat snacks, and chat.

"Old Third, we are very happy that you guys can come over tonight to celebrate the New Year with us and chat!"

"Dad, this is what I should do," said Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhou also nodded.

Yang Huaming had just grabbed a piece of cake and was eating it when he suddenly heard what Old Yang said. Yang Huaming was delighted.

"Dad, look at what you said, as if there was a year when we didn't come over to spend the New Year with you! Don't we come over every year? Have you forgotten?"

Old Yang glanced at Yang Huaming, feeling a little amused.

  This was just his opening remark, a polite remark. Isn't that what everyone says? Why did the fourth brother take it so seriously?

"Old Four, you'd better go play with Yongqing. We can't talk properly with you guys around." Tan couldn't help but stand up for Old Yang.

Yang Huaming chuckled.

During this process, Tan pushed the tray containing the red envelopes onto the table and signaled Old Yang to deal with it.

Yang Huaming, Yang Yongqing and the others also stared at the tray, and everyone else in the main room also looked at the tray.

Among all the looks coming from all directions, there are actually very few people who truly covet the red envelopes inside.

The old Yang family is no longer what it used to be. The conditions of each branch have improved. They don't care about the dozen or twenty copper coins in the red envelopes. They are more concerned about what's going on with these extra red envelopes? This is not like the style of the Tan family.

Tan's style has always been to give every possible share of the profits, so how come there are so many extra red envelopes?

At the eight-immortals table, Old Yang pulled the tray of red envelopes towards himself and said with a smile, "Third, fourth, and fifth sons, take these red envelopes and divide them among Xiaoan and his wife and son, Tang'er, Chen'er, Dazhi, Xiaoqiao and the others, the maids and great-grandchildren from the fourth room, and Mianmian and the others from the fifth room..."

"Although these children cannot be reunited tonight due to various reasons, they are all descendants of your mother and I."

"These red envelopes are prepared for them. You can take the red envelopes from each room back home. When they come over in the first month of the lunar year, you can pass them on to them for me!"

When everyone heard Old Yang's arrangement, they were all shocked.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou were all moved.

Even Yang Huaming stopped eating cakes and joking. Instead, he looked touched and serious: "Dad, Mom, I'll let you spend money on it!"

Old Yang waved his hands and said, "It's nothing. It's not a big deal. The money in these red envelopes is all your filial piety money."

"You are taking our red envelopes, but it is the wool that comes from the sheep. Take it, take it openly! This is what you deserve!"

Tan also waved her hand and said, "Just take it if I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

When Liu heard this, she came over and held Yang Ruoqing's hand: "Come, Qing'er, your grandparents have spoken, so we should be obedient and come and take it together."

When Yang Ruoqing came to her senses, she found herself being dragged to the Eight Immortals Table by Liu.

She looked at the red envelopes on the tray and really didn't expect that the old man and the old lady actually prepared some for their younger generations who were not at home this year.

I've known them for so many years, but I've never seen them so generous!