My royal husband has a little field

Chapter 1020 Spring Festival Couplets
Some people came to ask Qi Xingyun to help them write Spring Festival couplets a few days ago, and Qi Xingyun also enthusiastically helped write them, all for free.

If these people buy Spring Festival couplets in the city, or ask those very prestigious people to write Spring Festival couplets, they will have to spend money to buy them.

Qi Xingyun does not accept it, which is very convenient for everyone.

Chi Ziyu is insisting on cutting out red paper to seal the red envelopes. During the few days of Chinese New Year, the red envelopes are all for children.

She prepared all the red envelopes now, and then put the odds and ends of money into the red envelopes uniformly, and it would be much more convenient to distribute the red envelopes.

Originally, they had to prepare these things last year, but because of Qi Xingyun's sudden leg injury, they actually had a terrible New Year, almost in the dark.

I didn't visit relatives and friends, and I didn't go out for a walk. Even eating enough was a problem.

This year's Chinese New Year, these rituals can finally really make up for it.

In fact, Chi Ziyu was quite excited. She was an unmarried girl before, and her elders gave her red envelopes, so she could receive a sum of money for the new year.

The mood when collecting lucky money is really super good...

Time has passed, and I didn't expect it to be her turn to give red envelopes to the juniors now.

Inexplicably looking forward to it.

On New Year's Eve, it snowed heavily again, and the sky and the earth were the same color.

The sound of firecrackers in Yunshui Village has been going off all day, and it is very lively.

The reunion dinner on New Year's Eve went to Xi's house, and San Niang went with her.

From now on, Sanniang will be a member of the Qi family.

Whether others recognize it or not, Chi Ziyu and Qi Xingyun do.

The reunion dinner is prepared by the daughters-in-law of the Xi family, and there is no distinction between who cooks more and who cooks less.

Habitat in the courtyard.

The snow had already stopped, but there was already a layer of snow on the ground.

Xi Duojin took Qi Yao to play with firecrackers, while Qi Duodi, Qi Jiabao and others stood by the courtyard dam and chatted.

Qi Duojin was always playful, and when he saw that some of the firecrackers he had set off were still missing, he went to the pile of red paper to search for a long time, and finally let him find a dozen or so small firecrackers.

Let him carry these ten or so small firecrackers in his pocket, still holding a stick of incense in his hand, and put a small firecracker somewhere on a whim.

Such as in the snow, such as beside the chicken coop...

After the firecracker ignited by the chicken coop made a loud bang, several old hens flew out of the cage in fright.

"Cluck..." The old hen ran around in fear.

Mrs. Wang, who was busy working together in the kitchen, heard this, and rushed out angrily holding a pig-feeding ladle.

"Hey! My second son, you're killing me! Fuck a fucking chicken!
Our chickens are going to be blown to death by you!You black heart!

You are so grown up and still play firecrackers like a three-year-old child, are you serious? "Wang's akimbo, cursing aggressively.

Seeing Wang's ferocious posture, Qiyao, the little tail behind Qi Duojin, was too frightened to make a sound.

On the contrary, Qi Duojin had already figured out Wang's temperament, and said with a smile, "Mother, why don't I just light a firecracker, your chickens are fine, they're fine, don't worry about it."

"Let me tell you, if something happens to those chickens, I'll take your skin off!" Wang said.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen!" Qi Duojin vowed.

Mrs. Wang didn't say anything, but went back to the kitchen muttering.

"Second Uncle, shall we still light firecrackers?" Seeing Wang's walking away, Qi Yao asked in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)