Chunhui Hall.

The old lady was dressed in two-color gold brocade clothes. Her smile was dignified and natural, and she looked energetic. She had the demeanor of everyone's old lady.

When Yun Jiao and the others arrived, almost everyone around the mansion was here.

Only the fourth girl, Yun Shu, was left lying on the bunk because her wounds from the whipping had not healed, so naturally she could not come.

Yan Huan was waiting on the old lady in the hall, and even Yan Ru was waiting on one side with a serious look on her face.

Bao Yanxiao and Zou stood not far away.

Yun Jiao and Yun Yan came forward and kowtowed each other to say New Year greetings. They took the good news and sat down in their respective seats.

Bao Yunting came forward to pay New Year's greetings to the old lady. As for Yan Huantong and Lian Yanru, he never even glanced at her during the whole process.

Instead, he smiled and said, "Second uncle, second aunt, congratulations."

"Congratulations." Xiang Yanxiao replied with a smile.

Mrs. Zou was even more smiling: "Congratulations to our Shao Shao, he will continue to study better and better, and become a higher official than your father."

She is illiterate and speaks plainly.

Yunting smiled and said, "I'm borrowing my second aunt's good words."

Looking at Yan Huan made me feel uncomfortable. His biological son was closer to his younger brother than him.

He just felt sour in his heart, but he was not angry at all. Over the years, he was used to having Yunting spend the New Year at home every year.

"Yunwei, go call your brother quickly." Mei Zixiang urged her son.

Bao Yunwei is Bao Yanhuan's only concubine, ranking eighth.

He is a few months older than Yunjiao and the same age as her, and will be eleven after the Chinese New Year.

Aunt Mei usually protected him as if she were her own eyeball, and was never willing to let him out of the yard alone, because she was a little unreasonable in raising him.

He walked straight over and called Yunting: "Brother."

Yunting nodded lightly.

"Yunwei, you have to bow." Aunt Mei whispered to him when she saw this.

Baoyun Wei wanted to salute Baoyunting.

Yunting waved his hand: "No need."

Unexpectedly, he took back his hand abruptly and looked back at Aunt Mei: "Auntie, my brother said it's not necessary."

Aunt Mei was so embarrassed. No matter how smart she was usually, she didn't know what to say.

Yan Huan frowned, this man was raised under the lap of a woman, and after all, he would not have the spirit that a man should have, and he would not even have this ability to adapt, and he would be useless if he continued to raise him.

"After the Chinese New Year, Yun Wei is no longer young anymore. It's time to branch out." He said slowly.

"Separate courtyards?" Aunt Mei was surprised: "Master, Yun Wei is still young..."

"It's eleven, not too young." Yan Huan interrupted her and looked at Lian Yanru: "I have time to clear out the empty yard in front of me and choose a good day for him to move in."

"Yes." Lian Yanru responded.

Mei Zixiang was unwilling in her heart, but Yan Huan had already made up her mind, how could she refute?

I can only be patient and think about countermeasures in my mind.

"Sister, I'm thirsty and want some tea." Bao Yunwei said to Bao Yunchan, the seventh girl.

Bao Yunchan was one year older than him and was also the son of Mei Zixiang. Apart from greeting her, she didn't show up much on weekdays. Even when she did show up, she didn't talk to everyone much.

Most people in the house don't know what her temperament is.

Yun Jiao looked at Yun Wei and opened his mouth, wondering why she was talking to Yun Wei, a sister from the same mother, as if she were talking to a maid?

Pai Yunchan said nothing, picked up the tea on the table and handed it over.

Yun Wei didn't know what he was thinking, he stretched out his hand halfway and then retracted it.

But Yun Chan had already let go of her hand, and when she reacted, she was too late. The cup fell to the ground with a clang and shattered into pieces.

"Bang Yunwei!" Bao Yanhuan said angrily: "You are so old, you can't even hold a cup!"

You know, it is extremely unlucky to break things on the morning of the first day of the new year.

"I didn't mean it. It was my sister who didn't hold it properly. It's my fault." Yunwei straightened up.

"You're still stubborn, aren't you!" Yan Huan was so angry that he wanted to hit him.

Aunt Mei secretly pinched Yunchan.

Yun Chan almost shed tears of pain. She stepped forward and knelt down and said, "Father, I don't blame my brother. It's Chan'er who didn't hold it properly."

Lian Yanru saw everything in her eyes and held Yan Huan aside: "Master, please calm down. The child broke something. It doesn't count. If it is broken, it means you will be safe every year."

On this morning of the first year of junior high school, Yan Huan didn't really want to hit him. Even Yan Ru gave him the steps, so he walked down the steps and cursed to himself: "The bigger it is, the less discipline it has."

"Chan'er, get up quickly." Lian Yanru personally went down to help Yun Chan, pretending to be casual, and lifted her sleeves up.

Then he saw a bruise on her arm, which was obviously not a new injury.

Yunchan hurriedly pulled down her sleeves to cover it up, and said, "Thank you, mother."

"You're welcome." Lian Yanru smiled as softly as ever: "Now that everyone is here, let's have morning tea."

I had morning tea on the first day of the Lunar New Year and had rice dumplings and red date soup.

There was a custom in the Dayuan Dynasty that morning tea on the first day of the lunar new year would be made by the man in charge of the household.

It doesn't have any special meaning. It means that the mistress of the family has been working hard all year long. On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, she is asked to take a rest. This also means that the man is asked to be considerate of his wife.

This is what ordinary people do.

If you are like Yan Huan, you don't need to cook in person, you just need to go to the door of the kitchen pot and stuff some dry firewood as you wish.

After having morning tea, the old lady asked everyone to disperse.

At noon, people coming to pay New Year's greetings will come to the door one after another, and there will be an endless stream until dark.

It is true that Yan Huan's talent is imitated, and there are so many people who want to worship him as their teacher.

But he is picky and only accepts three or five a year.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, it is the day when the daughter and son-in-law return to their parents' home to pay New Year's greetings to their father-in-law and mother-in-law.

This was also the custom of the Dayuan Dynasty.

Lian Yanru prepared the carriage and horses early in the morning, got Yan Huan up, had some breakfast, and then set off with her to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Also going there was Baoyunting.

He didn't want to go, but he couldn't make the family scandal public. He was the legitimate son of the family. If he didn't get along with his stepmother, no one would benefit if the news spread.

However, he went there just for show, turned around after entering the door and came out.

Qin Nanfeng rode his horse to the door to pick him up.

The two made an appointment with some brothers and went to Huixian Restaurant for a drink.

It wasn't until dusk that day that Pang Yunting returned home.

Yunjiao is immersed in the house making new tea cakes.

It doesn't mean anything to celebrate the Chinese New Year, so she might as well make some good tea cakes to earn more money.

"Jiao'er." Yunting called her outside.

"Brother." Yun Jiao dropped the tea cake in her hand and opened the door with a smile: "You are back."

"Here." Yunting handed her an oil paper bag.

"What is this?" She hugged it and it was hot and fragrant. She couldn't help but said in surprise: "It's roasted mutton!"

"Qin Xiaowu said you like to eat. I said I would take you to eat tomorrow, but he refused and insisted on buying a big bag and asked me to take it back." As he spoke, Yunting took out something from the embroidery and handed it over.
Chapter completed!