Don't panic, the family boss is busy farming

Under the lighting, the Spring Festival Gala officially began.

The opening was a section of passionate drums, which immediately mobilized the atmosphere.

Regardless of whether they came from the county town or the people who came from nearby villages and towns, they all stared intently at the rustling female soldiers in military uniforms with flying ponytails on the stage.

The demeanor of the Xu Jiajun girls made countless young men toss and turn, unforgettable.

The big drum successfully mobilized the atmosphere, followed by two song and dance performances.

The graceful dancers in bright colored trains unfold a picture of fairies flying to the sky in front of the common people along with the sound of the zither.

After the dance, the children came up wearing uniform Confucian shirts, square scarves, holding bamboo slips and shaking their heads, looking cute.

The clear and crisp child voice recited the classic articles, and Zhuge Jin and others listened very well.

Looking at the immature and innocent faces of the children, I was so excited for a moment that I was almost moved to tears.

After singing and dancing, the hosts Wen Qing and Jun Mei came on stage.

At the same time, Su Ci, the governor of Jizhou, who was invited, and Xu Yue, the leader, also took the stage.

Without a word of nonsense, the two of them offered New Year wishes to the audience, then stepped off the stage, sat in the auditorium, turned into a loyal audience, and watched the next performance seriously.

"It's so lively." With a smile all over her face, Mrs. Zhang sighed to her husband sideways.

Sima Yi held his son up and let him sit on his shoulders so that he could watch the performance on the stage. He nodded and said with a smile:
"It's getting busier every year."

"Look, Dad!" Sima Zhao, who was on his shoulder, patted his father's head excitedly, his legs raised up excitedly.

Sima Yi didn't notice, and was almost turned over by this kid.

Fortunately, he caught the kid's two thighs in time, and managed to maintain his balance.

"Don't move around, you'll break your leg if you fall!" Sima Yi warned in a low voice.

Sima Zhao immediately didn't dare to move, but his little finger couldn't help poking his father's scalp, and said excitedly:
"The monkey jumped through the hoop!"

On the stage, the human animal trainer of the drama troupe is instructing the little monkeys to perform.

Few ordinary people have watched this kind of program in the past, and adults watch it with great interest, not to mention children who are naturally curious about small animals.

The school field was full of excited laughter from the children, and the voices of "monkey" and "monkey" were endless.

Sima Yi tilted his head to look at his eyebrows and smiled, looked at his wife who couldn't take his eyes off, and listened to the happy smile of his son above his head, his brows softened unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth raised a gentle smile.

He has not been so happy with his wife and children for a long time.

At this moment, people forgot their troubles, and their moods fluctuated with the performance on stage, bursting into bursts of "haha" laughter.

After the performance, the monkeys followed the animal trainer down the stage, and some children were still crying for monkeys.

Sima Yi looked up with his eyeballs, and the kid on top of his head was fine, but he sighed, feeling unfinished.

"It's rare to see Zishang so lively. He has a temper like yours, like a grown-up, and he is serious. I was afraid that he would get sick. Seeing him like this now, I feel relieved." Mrs. Zhang whispered in her husband's ear. Bite your mouth lightly.

When Sima Yi heard the words, he weighed his son on his shoulders, "How about when the spring starts, Daddy will send the son to school?"

"Go to Xujiazhuang with your sister."

Sima Zhao is not interested in ordinary schools, and there are many great Confucianists in his family to teach him.

But if it is the school in Xujiazhuang
"Do they want me?"

The little guy was young, and his brows were furrowed, revealing the bitterness and hatred that his mother was most worried about on weekdays.

It is not a good thing for a child to be too precocious.Sima Yi complained in his heart.

At the same time, I remembered what Xu Yue said to him - please give the child a complete childhood!
"It depends on your ability. Later, Dad will get you a few sets of entrance examination papers. How about we practice first?" Sima Yi discussed with his son.

Eight-year-old Sima Zhao had no experience of doing winter vacation homework, so he thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Sima Yi smiled in satisfaction, his son is doing well!
At the same time, on the other side of the school field.

Ma Chao and his wife are standing at the outermost edge of the school field with a pair of children.

Because Ma Chao still had business to deal with, they came late.

There is no way, the inside can no longer be squeezed in, so it can only be on the outside, imitating those villagers, stepping on the small bench that comes with it.

Fortunately, the school grounds are well managed, and they can still see the performance on the stage.

Ma Yu and his brother watched the skit show on stage, laughing from ear to ear.

It was also the first time for Madam Ma to see such a singing and dancing banquet celebrating with the people. She was deeply shocked and looked very dull.

But Ma Chao knew that his wife was fascinated by it.

This bustling Jizhou is many times more prosperous than their Xiliang.

Ma Chao had no intention of going on stage, all he could think about was the desolate Gobi Desert in Liangzhou, and the numb and desperate eyes of the common people.

Now that he has captured Sili and Yanzhou Shanyang County for the Xu family army, it is time for Wang Pingping and Xu Qingyang to fulfill the promise they made that day.

Restoring the Hexi Corridor has been the goal of the Ma family members of all generations.

It's a pity that, with the weakening of the Qing Kingdom and years of disasters and man-made disasters, how difficult is it to take back the Hexi Corridor from the Huns?
Ma Chao still remembers his grandfather talking to him about how prosperous the Hexi Corridor was in the past and how the people of Liangzhou lived and worked in peace and contentment, with a happy smile.

Young people think that if they can restore Liangzhou's former prosperity in this life, it will be a great merit.

In order to be strong, one must remain unified.

Only by concentrating our strength can we accomplish great things.

Thinking of this, Ma Chao looked at the woman sitting in the auditorium applauding the performers, his eyes became more determined.

The Spring Festival Gala lasted from 10:30 pm until [-]:[-] pm.

The night was already very deep, and people were still unsatisfied. They stopped in the school grounds and did not want to leave for a long time.

It wasn't until Junmei stood up and said with a smile that there would be more parties like this in the future, that people were willing to retreat.

The lights on the school grounds were turned on all night, illuminating the night road for those returning home.

At 12:30 in the middle of the night, after the last person left the school grounds, Xu Yue's family walked home with the twins who were so excited that they didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Daniel, don't fall behind!" Xu Da smiled and reminded.

Daniel, who was humming the tune of the show, was shocked, stopped the tune, and hurriedly walked two steps to keep up.

The night is quiet and gentle

Back home, the family did not rest immediately.

Xu Yue and Xu Erniang rolled up their sleeves and went into the kitchen, cooking a bowl of glutinous rice balls for everyone in the family.

This kind of food is no longer new. After Xu Yue spread the word, there were many vendors selling dumplings and glutinous rice balls on the street.

The glutinous rice balls without fillings are white jade-colored. They are served in sugar water sprinkled with sugar. They are sweet and glutinous. Except for Wang Pingping and Xu Yue who don't like sweets very much, there is not a single glutinous rice ball left in the bowls of everyone else.

After eating the round glutinous rice balls and sitting quietly for a while, the family rested with good expectations for the New Year.