Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

Chapter 386 Explosive stuff
The New Year was coming the next day, so Su Mo paid all the workers double their wages, and prepared some New Year gifts for everyone, so that they could go home and celebrate the New Year well.

"Boss, this is impossible. Usually the money you give us is more than what we earn working elsewhere. We must not accept these things."

"Yes, these are enough to feed our family for a full month."

"I really can't accept it."

"My boss is a good person."

Of course, there are also those who are excited in their hearts and want to take it away, but are hesitant because of other people's words. They can't put these things in their hands, and they can't put them down. They just keep them in place and don't move.

The New Year's gift that Su Mo prepared for everyone is really nothing to her now, but to these farmers who used to face the loess and back to the sky, it is too rich.

Rice, flour, grain, oil, and meat are all in abundance.

"You follow me and work conscientiously every day. At the end of the year, my family is also looking forward to having some good food. Don't worry, just accept it. If you do your job well, I will not treat you badly."

There were men and women working under Su Mo. Some of the women had shallow tear sockets and secretly wiped away their tears.

"Girl, you are my benefactor. You don't know that in our family, we usually feel that he is the one who earns money to support the family. His eyes are above his nostrils every day. Since I followed you, the family has good food and clothing. As soon as it was over, he immediately started to hang around me every day and never gave me any trouble again.”

"Yeah, give us these again during the Chinese New Year. We may have a good face when we go back."

"They all envy me working under you, and my salary is twice that of others outside."

"Girl, whenever you use me in the future, I will definitely not say no."

"With these things, let our unsatisfactory wife wash my smelly socks."

Everyone took their things and went home happily.

Ma Fengya called many people from the village to decorate Su Mo's house. Red lanterns were hung high, lanterns were decorated, and the New Year atmosphere was everywhere.

Since Yan Yi was one of the few scholars in the village and quite famous, on New Year's Eve, the threshold of Su Mo's family was almost broken.

"Yan Yi, everyone says you are good at writing. Please help us with our Spring Festival couplets."

"I want it too, I want it too."

"This is my money. Please help me write one."

"Here is the paper. I'll get one too."

They all asked Yan Yi to write Spring Festival couplets.

Everyone's faces were filled with smiles, sincere and simple. Yan Yi returned the money intact. As long as everyone prepared the paper to write the Spring Festival couplets, he could just do it.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Yi raised his pen and wrote:
Spring comes and flowers bloom on the earth

Festival brings new things to the world

He also wrote in Hengbiao: All the best

The person who got the Spring Festival couplets didn't know the words, but he gritted his teeth and said thank you cheerfully: "Thank you, thank you, these words are so beautifully written, and you can see that they are knowledgeable. I hurried back to paste them with paste. "

As more and more people came, Yan Yi simply moved tables and chairs to the yard and wrote Spring Festival couplets for everyone for free.

Moyu is not willing to lag behind:

"Isn't it just Spring Festival couplets? My writing is much better than him. Not only do I not charge any money, but I also give him a pound of corn for free if he comes to write Spring Festival couplets here."

Su Mo stroked his forehead lightly. These two people could really fight each other at any time. Free help was enough, and here was someone who was carrying something to help.

Yan Yi didn't care about him this time, so Mo Yu also moved the tables and chairs out.

A long queue soon formed in front of the two's tables and chairs.

"Mo Yu's handwriting is so beautiful. It really opened my eyes." "He is handsome and his handwriting is beautiful."

"Young Master, look, since Miss Su Mo is already married, why don't you consider someone else?" A young girl was shy and timid.

Anger suddenly appeared on Mo Yu's face, which was still suppressed. He snatched the Spring Festival couplets that were handed out and said with thin lips: "Get out!"

"What's so bad? It's true. You're not the only one who can write it. Why are you trying to drag me down? I'll find Mr. Yan Yi."

Mo Yu felt as if he had swallowed a fly and felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't get up and down, so that he put on a poker face, suppressed his impatience, and finished writing all the Spring Festival couplets.

Although the pressure on his side is low, he is handsome, has a graceful handwriting, and has a gift of corn. The number of people who come to him for Spring Festival couplets is slightly more than that of Yan Yi.

After a busy day, almost all the Spring Festival couplets posted on the doors of every house in Mahu Village were made by Yan Yi and Mo Yu.

Su Mo, on the other hand, took his family to fry the New Year's goods.

Those things were what she learned to do when she was living by herself in her previous life.

Crispy fried shrimps, fried short pork, fried sugar cakes, sweet potato balls, fried meatballs, fried twists, fried chicken nuggets, dry fried mushrooms, fried hairtail...

Yan Congling stared at Su Mo's movements without blinking, for fear of missing any detail. By the afternoon, after experiencing several failures, Yan Congling was able to operate some simple explosives independently.

The aroma wafted through Mahu Village, causing many children to gather around Su Mo's door and not want to leave.

Su Mo brought a basin of chicken nuggets to Yan Congkuan: "Kuan'er, go and give some to the children outside."

"Ah."

Seeing Yan Congkuan coming out with something, the children swarmed around him.

"Two pieces per person, take it yourself." Yan Congkuan placed the small basin on the stone table at the door.

"Brother Kuan'er is so kind."

"Aunt Su Mo, too."

"It's delicious, it's really delicious. How is it fried? I'll ask my mother to fry some later."

"Yes, it's delicious. Sister, this is for you."

"My family hasn't eaten meat for half a year. I..." The little boy swallowed and was reluctant to eat, so he hid two chicken nuggets in his sleeves. He wanted to take them back to his parents.

When everyone was sharing the food, Yan Congkuan also noticed everyone's expressions and movements. He took two more chicken nuggets and gave them to the little boy who was reluctant to eat them: "This is for you."

The little boy raised his head suddenly, then quickly lowered his eyes.

He nervously took the chicken nuggets in his hand, and with mixed feelings in his heart, he turned around and trotted away.

As for the others, Yan Congkuan also divided some appropriately according to the situation. A pot of chicken nuggets was scraped cleanly.

After a busy day, everyone was tired, so they sat around eating melon seeds, eating, and chatting.

The atmosphere is warm and congenial.

With a few bangs, the new year has finally arrived.

Su Mo silently recited in his heart: Say goodbye to the moon, and the fireworks will come every year. Morning and evening, peace every year.

This is probably what she wants to see most right now.

I have experienced exile, witnessed too many tragedies along the way, and been assassinated and killed others. In such a troubled era, what is more important than peace every year?
Little did he know that this sentence was also what Yan Yi was thinking about.

(End of this chapter)