African Nationhood

Chapter 433 Spring Festival Anecdotes (I wish everyone a happy Spring Festival)

January 1905, 2, New Year's Eve.

As the immigration time increases, all Chinese immigrants in South China have increasingly vague memories of the Qing Dynasty.

If there were still festivals such as Spring Festival, Qingming Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival that dotted their daily lives, they might think that their country was a Western country.

The prosperous system, bustling streets, and wealthy life are beyond the imagination of any Chinese immigrant in the past.

Having enough food and good food may be a lifelong luxury wish of many immigrants from the Qing Dynasty. Unexpectedly, they could easily realize it on the first day they came to Nanhua.

In this rich continent, they only need to work a little harder to have enough food and clothing.

If they are more diligent, they can wear gold and silver. This is something that no one dared to imagine before. When they arrived in Nanhua, they really realized it.

……

Harbin (now Gaborone, the capital of Botswana).

Chen Sanyou stretched out his hand to take the cigarette, and then took his good grandson into his arms.

The wife stepped forward and pulled away the two fighting children, and patted the dirt on her son who fell on the ground.

He lowered his head, looked at Zhao Chengjin at the door and said, "Why did you come to the door, old man?"

Zhao Youjin laughed, this is his younger brother, Zhao Chengjin, the eldest son of the Zhao family.

Zhao Chengjin's cry alarmed the woman in the main room. She strode out. Before she saw Zhao Youjin at the door, she scolded her as she walked out of the main room: "You little brat, you can't stop for a while, let me rest for a while." Isn’t it okay?”

Chen Hua took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to his son. "Come on, son, go give your grandpa a cigarette."

With a proud smile on her face, the daughter walked up to Xin Jixiang and said, "Dad, here it is!"

Chen Sanyou's words immediately caused his son Chen Hua to smile, "Dad, don't worry, this boy will never be unfilial in the future."

……

When Zhao Youjin saw the woman coming out, he didn't care about Lao Ba, and directly smiled and shouted: "Mom!"

Zhao Chengjin didn't know his eldest brother, and he was afraid that he would burst into tears when he saw a stranger.

Zhao Youjingang, who came back from vacation, walked to the door and saw a boy with a face full of snot and bubbles, standing at the door looking at him warily.

Chen Sanyou, who is in his fifties, and Chen Hua, a father and son in his early thirties, squatted at the door, watching the young child Chen Wenming wearing tiger-head shoes and tiger-head hat. Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren gathered together at this moment, enjoying themselves.

Jianye (now Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe).

Not long after little Chen Wenming learned to walk, he walked towards his smiling grandfather step by step with small steps.

The New Year's goods at home were all ready, and Xin Jixiang had a warm smile on his face as he watched his young son and daughter competing with each other to deliver Spring Festival couplets to him.

Chen Wenming shouted intermittently in his unskilled voice: "Master, master, here you go, here you go, cigarettes."

"Well, this kid is fine. Raising a big kid is definitely better than raising a puppy!"

"What are you giggling about? The two kids are fighting. Why don't you cheer up?"

……

Hot Springs (now Windhoek, the capital of Namibia).

The woman was Zhang Xiaohua, Zhao Youjin's mother. She only reacted when she heard her eldest son shouting.

"Oh, my son, you are back, but I miss my mother so much. Come in quickly, his father, come out quickly, your eldest son is back!"

This movement directly alarmed Zhao Mingtang, who was making dumplings in the room. Not only him, but also Zhao Youjin's eldest sister Zhao Fujin, his wife Ren Jiahui, his sisters Shanjin, Dejin, Yongjin, and his brothers Zhenjin and Xinjin, etc. Alarmed.

The whole family walked to the yard one after another and looked at Zhao Youjin, with happy smiles on their faces.

Zhao Mingtang walked up to his son and patted his son on the shoulder without caring about the flour in his hand.

"Why don't you say anything when you come back? Our family is making dumplings. Now, you can eat ready-made dumplings when you come."

Zhao Youjin chuckled, "I didn't expect to be able to apply for a vacation. Thanks to our home being close to Hot Spring City, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get home until after the New Year."

Looking at his tall and energetic son, Zhao Mingtang could no longer hide the smile on his face.

"Thanks to Chairman Shi, our family can live such a good life. Son, when your army expands its recruitment, bring your two eldest brothers with you and let them serve the country well."

Zhao Youjin shook his head, "I don't think so. The army is unlikely to expand in the short term. I will be demobilized soon, and I will be able to stay at home for a long time."

Hearing what his son said, Zhao Mingtang immediately became anxious.

"Why are you demobilized? Don't your troops need people to guard the border?"

Zhao Youjin wanted to explain to his father, but Zhang Xiaohua interrupted the father and son with a wave of his hand.

"Stop talking outside, go back to the house and say it. My son has just come back. There is plenty of time."

Zhao Mingtang also came to his senses. He pointed at his eldest daughter-in-law and said, "Jiahui, please wipe Youjin's body quickly. I was so happy that I forgot about it just now."

Ren Jiahui nodded and walked out of the crowd, reaching out to help her husband pat the flour off his body.

When other people saw the young couple meeting, they must have something to say, so they stopped standing outside as light bulbs and went back to their houses.

Only the young couple was left in a loving mood, relatively speechless.

"You are such a person. Last time you wrote a letter, you said you wouldn't come back, but today you came back secretly. It makes people feel..."

Zhao Youjin put his arm around his wife's slim waist and wanted to kiss her.

Ren Jiahui quickly pushed him away, glared at her husband, twisted her waist and returned to the house.

Zhao Youjin smiled and ran over with his luggage. …

Hanking (Pretoria).

Shi Jintang signed the official documents early and got in the car back to the chairman's house.

Back home, Kelly and Ye Rong were writing Spring Festival couplets with their children.

Among the eldest children, Shi Xi, Shi Xin, Shi Han and the eldest son Shi Hao can all write and ink after being taught by their teachers.

The calligraphy written by Shi Xi is thin, hard and impressive. The brush is thin, vigorous and sparse, and it looks like a "thin gold style" charm.

The calligraphy written by Shi Xin is a blend of light and dark, sparse and dense, large and small, and has the flavor of running script.

Shi Han's momentum is as strong as a rainbow, and he writes in one stroke. The momentum is powerful and the beauty of cursive writing is very good.

Shi Hao's calligraphy strokes have a clear and square structure, which is too steady, and the regular script he writes has a somewhat old-fashioned air.

Shi Jintang didn't like his eldest son's youthful and mature energy too much, but today was New Year's Eve, so there was no need to pay too much attention, so he walked in.

Shi Ang, who was fighting with his sister next to him, had sharp eyes.

"Dad, dad is back!"

The boy shouted while running towards Shi Jintang with his short legs.

Shi Jintang leaned over and hugged his son, then kissed his tender face.

"Are you being bad again today? Why are you still fighting with your sister?"

Although Shi'ang is a small person, he is very thoughtful.

"That's because my sister doesn't respect me, so I have to teach her a lesson."

"Even if your sister doesn't respect you, shouldn't you tolerate her as your brother?"

Shi Ang shook his head, "I don't want to tolerate her. She never gives me anything to eat."

Shi Ang's words made everyone laugh. Shi Jintang snorted, put down his son, and slapped his butt.

"Go ahead, next time you do this I will ask your mother to deal with you."

Shi Ang didn't take my words to heart at all. He was only afraid of his mother at home.

Alice recently went to Europe to sort out Chanel clothing matters and will not be back in the short term.

……

Ye Rong walked over directly and took Shi Ang to find Shi Jing, "Let's go and say sorry to my sister."

Shi Ang's face was full of dissatisfaction, and he just glared at his sister Shi Jing.

Even though Shi Jing was young, she was not squeamish. She said to Shi Ang in a sweet voice: "Brother, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I will save something delicious for you next time."

The child's face changed at every turn. Shi Ang smiled directly after hearing this, "Well, I will let you in next time."

Ye Rong had a smile on her face and reached out to hold the two children's hands.

"Okay, brother and sister hold hands. We will still be good brothers and sisters from now on. Remember not to fight."

……

Shi Jintang walked up to the children who were writing Spring Festival couplets. Shi Xi wrote: The country is always beautiful and spring is always there, and the years are quiet and blessings come naturally. Horizontal batch: harmonious and auspicious.

Shi Jintang nodded, "Well, Xixi's Spring Festival couplet has a very good meaning and a broad mind."

Shi Xi smiled and replied: "Thank you, Dad."

Shi Xin listened to her father comment on her sister's Spring Festival couplets. She stepped up to her father and said softly: "Dad, look at what I wrote."

Shi Jintang smiled and walked to Shi Xin's Spring Festival couplets, and saw that the second daughter wrote: The spring breeze brings all things together, and the drizzle moistens thousands of homes. Horizontal comment: full of spring

"Well, the meaning of Xinxin is quite good, the spring breeze and drizzle are both very appropriate!"

Shi Han also looked at Shi Jintang with a smile, "Dad, come and see me too."

Shi Han wrote: The gentle breeze blows the green willows, and the drizzle moistens the red peaches. Hengpi: The prosperous new year

"Well, Haner is very observant like Xinxin. Although the words he uses are simple, his ideas are very fresh."

The two girls stood in front of Shi Jintang, one on the left and the other on the right, smiling sweetly, "Thank you, Dad."

Shi Jintang patted his two daughters and then walked towards Shi Hao.

The expression on Shi Hao's face remained unchanged, but his breathing became obviously faster.

This kid is still afraid of me.

Shi Jintang walked over and took a look and saw that the handwriting written by his eldest son was neat and gentle, and the Spring Festival couplets were also very simple.

Spring returns to the earth, and the world is full of blessings. He writes: "People are diligent and things are prosperous."

"Well, although the word Hao'er is concise, it has a very good meaning. You should pay more attention to it in the future."

Shi Hao breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Yes, father!"

Ye Rong saw that her son was recognized by her husband, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Your father is back, so don't be stunned. Hurry up and post the Spring Festival couplets. We will have firecrackers later."

As night falls, amid the roaring sound of firecrackers, thousands of South Chinese people are immersed in the atmosphere of unity and celebration, with laughter and laughter floating in the air endlessly...

(End of this chapter)