Accompanied by the sound of fireworks and firecrackers, Zhou Yang walked out of the old man's inner courtyard. After washing his body with spiritual energy several times, the alcohol was naturally unable to cause harm to the old man and fell asleep early.

"Master, let's set off fireworks too." Ji Rumo held many gadgets in her arms. Although her childhood was different from Zhou Yang's, she was very similar. She was plagued by diseases all the year round and missed out on many things that her peers should have.

happy hours.

"Let's go." Zhou Yang agreed happily, took the lead, picked up those small firecrackers and ran outside the courtyard.

Seeing the small fireworks in his hand boiling into the air, Ji Rumo couldn't stop jumping for joy, but Zhou Yang's happy face had a few tears unknowingly hanging on it.

Happy time flies by.

At twelve o'clock in the night, Zhou Yang was immersed in cultivation. Suddenly, a text message came from his mobile phone.

"Hmph! Happy New Year!"

Looking at the owner of the message, Zhou Yang couldn't help but smile. Bai Xiaorou seemed to be angry at how he was giving New Year greetings to others.

"Thank you, and I wish you and Uncle Bai a happy New Year." Zhou Yang smiled and shook his head, quickly edited the text and went back.

Within a few breaths, the message came again, "Your Uncle Bai! Speak for yourself!!!" Four exclamation marks made Zhou Yang wonder if he had offended this aunt in some way.

Yes, just say it yourself.

Having just sent a message to Bai Mufan, Zhou Yang thought to himself, why not send him all the people he knows? Interpersonal relationships are reflected in the details.

Five minutes later, Zhou Yang sent a group message to everyone in the address book on his mobile phone, and then took the trouble to receive replies from other people.

Out of politeness, Zhou Yang replied to some of the messages that were more than just blessings.

But then, I sent a message, replied to the message, sent another message, and replied to the message again, and suddenly I couldn't stop.

It took nearly an hour before Zhou Yang finished replying to the last message. After heaving a sigh of relief, he turned off his phone and threw it aside, so that he could continue practicing in peace.

The next day, the first day of the new year.

Ji Rumo came to Zhou Yang early and kowtowed to Zhou Yang for New Year greetings. When Zhou Yang wanted to help him up, Ji Rumo knelt on the ground and "obediently" said, "Master, red envelope."

Woolen cloth?"

Zhou Yang, who had long forgotten this incident, was in a hurry, rummaging through boxes and cabinets before finding the red paper. He had never cared about the identity of his elder. Fortunately, Zhihai kept a lot of cash at any time, mainly for good luck, so Zhou Yang gave it to Ji Rumo.

After reaching a round number, one thousand, the other party happily stood up and left.

As usual, every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, all the descendants of the Zhou family go to the old man to kowtow to pay New Year greetings. The old man is so happy that he can’t open his mouth from ear to ear.

He was not Zhou Yang. He had already prepared a red envelope for everyone. When Zhou Yang got the red envelope, he seemed to have returned to the state of mind when he was a child.

I don’t know if it’s because of Zhou Weijin’s identity. After breakfast, the Zhou family was more lively than in previous years. There was an endless stream of people coming. They all talked about New Year greetings to the district committee secretary, but they pretended to talk to Zhou Yang “by the way.”

Two polite words for New Year greetings.

After dealing with one after another visitors, Zhou Yang was able to get away and drag Ji Guangsheng and Ji Rumo out of the house. He also wanted to go out to pay New Year greetings to others.

In the morning, it was the Jiang family, chatting, playing cards, and drinking tea with Mr. Jiang. With the position of the Jiang family in Nanzhou, the threshold was almost crossed, but from the beginning to the end, only Zhou Yang could stand in a position that others would envy.

Keep your eyes on Mr. Jiang's side.

After lunch, he went back to Mu's house. Mu Ming was very surprised that Zhou Yang came to visit on the first day of the new year, and he introduced Zhou Yang's identity to other people who came to visit his Mu's house without hesitation.

On the contrary, Zhou Yang and Mu Xinyu had no time to talk. Zhou Yang could only look at Mu Xinyu who was pouting with apologetic eyes.

Next came Zhao Yunhong. When he arrived at Zhao's house, it was almost dusk, so he could only give him a hasty New Year's greeting. After laughing and joking with his best friend Zhao Chuan for a while, Zhou Yang left again.

In the evening, Zhou Yang rushed to Shanju Villa. After all, this was also the first New Year that Yue Feng and his mother had come to Nanzhou to celebrate.

No matter what Zhou Yang said, he couldn't leave them alone. If Yue Feng hadn't refused, he would have wanted to take the mother and son to live together in the ancestral home for a while.

After working hard all day, Zhou Yang visited all the people closest to him in Nanzhou. It was not until dark that Zhou Yang returned to the Zhou family's ancestral home.

The first day of the New Year was spent in such a busy and joyful way.

On the second, third, and fourth day of the Lunar New Year, no relatives came to visit. Since Zhou Yang could remember, he had never heard that he had grandparents, nor had he heard that his adoptive mother had any brothers or sisters.

Later, the old man told Zhou Yang that his adoptive mother, Hang Suxin, was actually an orphan. She suffered a lot when she was young. After marrying into the Zhou family, her life improved a lot. But she never thought that she would not live a good life for a few years.

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During these three days, Zhou Yang simply stayed at the old house, walking around with the old man, playing chess and chatting.
Chapter completed!